Yang Mo lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking. She was confused and couldn't figure it out. "I'll ask Judge Ding to check the pulse. If it's acne, I need to take medicine as soon as possible."
Miss Yang gently and deftly put aside his question and looked over carefully. There was nothing unusual about her expression, but her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. She was so smart that she should have known what he meant, even if it was her first time. She couldn't figure it out, and now that he brought it up again, she should have known something about it, but she still avoided it. Even if she didn't reject him outright, she didn't think about how to deal with it.
Since she doesn't have this intention, he shouldn't force it anymore. All the brothers and sisters in the family are married by elders. What's unusual is that his ancestors used various means to marry the person they like. He has never understood the emotions here. , Happiness is the joy of both sides, it should come naturally, but it requires effort and effort.
Now he should let go and at least let Miss Yang think about it herself.
Hearing that Liu Chengling didn't speak anymore, Yang Mo sighed.
"There's no need to invite the imperial doctor, it's not worth it," Liu Chengling said in a low voice, "Just prescribe a prescription to avoid contamination and turn into plague."
Liu Chengling knew so much about pharmacology. Yang Mo remembered Shen Weiyan's story about Liu Chengling's memory of studying medical books and ancient books. It was funny to say that she was the one who came to see the doctor, but in the end the patient had to make his own prescription.
What Liu Chengling said about avoiding filth and turning into plague, in modern terms, is a summer cold. The symptoms are headache and a slight fever. These are Liu Chengling's current symptoms. Most people get angry because they are greedy for cold or are affected by something. Liu Chengling His pulse condition is slightly aggravated by liver failure. On the surface, this person seems calm, but in fact he still gets angry.
Yang Mo thought about it and walked to the desk. Ajiu hurriedly stepped forward and pressed the paper.
The old ink cartridge next to it was opened, and several ink sticks were missing from it. Looking at the several brushes next to it, there were large and small boxes on the desk, which contained letters and folded paper that had been written. How many words does Liu Chengling write in a day?
There were several paintings in the scroll vat made of bamboo next to it. Yang Mo looked familiar, especially the knots on it, which were her usual backhand fastenings. Thinking of this, Yang Mo picked up the paintings and slowly opened them.
It's the Three Sleeps Picture. The paintings in the scroll vat are all tied like this. Could it be that they are all the Three Sleeps Pictures that she returned? What's rare is that these paintings are exactly the same, and she can't tell them apart even if she looks at them every day. Yang Mo My heart skipped a beat. In front of everyone, I rerolled the painting and picked up a brush to write the prescription.
Liu Chengling looked at the man who was writing quietly. She knew how to read his mind, but she could carefully stand outside the line.
Yang Mo handed the prescription to Ajiu, then raised her head and met Liu Chengling's eyes.
She was a little hesitant, but she still sat on the stool and did not move away immediately. She wanted to hear what he had to say. Instead of guessing like this, it would be better to find out.
He sat not far in front of her, with his clothes slightly open and his hands lightly leaning on his legs. His sitting posture seemed casual at first, but if he looked carefully, he probably couldn't find a more regular way of sitting than this. He was innately dignified. , others can’t learn from it, and they can’t learn from it. Maybe this is what makes her timid, and it is far away from her yearning for future life.
Especially his eyes, which seem clear but are as dense as fog, making it difficult for people to see clearly, but they can clearly see their own shadow.
"Want to know about me?"
In fact, she had vaguely guessed in her heart that she hoped Liu Chengling would explain clearly, and she also hoped that he would not say anything. It is impossible for a person to explain it clearly in just a few sentences. Yang Mo raised her head and asked, "Will I naturally know after I return to Beijing?"
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Liu Chengling did not hesitate, "Yes."
She was not in a hurry to find out immediately. Yang Mo stood up and said, "It's not too late to talk about it then."
Yang Molan seemed to have taken a step forward, but she still stopped at a position where she could advance or retreat. No matter what kind of person he was, she had prepared a way out for herself.
Such a woman cannot be said to be gentle and gentle, let alone humble. Even if she knows etiquette on the surface, what she thinks in her heart is completely different. All women have to listen to the words of their elders or brothers in the family. They are weak, timid and dependent on others, so they are
She needs a man's protection. Even if she is forced by him step by step, there is no fear or obedience on her face. Women all value virtues more than talents, but Miss Yang is just the opposite. No matter what others say, she has her own
principle.
Since she is willing to take her time, he will not rush things, and he will not lose his sense of proportion when it comes to a woman.
…
The imperial edict from the imperial court came out very quickly, which surprised even Ding Ke. The emperor was addicted to Taoism, and it was not easy to submit the memorial. The approval had to go through the hands of Mr. Feng Ge. Mr. Feng would not let a woman get the credit.
He had already thought that if the memorial was still refused to be approved, he would give it again and again, insisting on making it clear.
Unexpectedly, the imperial court came up with an explanation and asked Miss Yang and the pharmacist who provided the medicinal materials to return to Beijing.
Ding Ke looked at Dr. Yao, "Have you seen the druggist named Liu?"
Imperial Doctor Yao nodded, "Young Master Liu is different from ordinary businessmen. If ordinary businessmen would leave after delivering the medicine, Young Master Liu has always stayed to help."
When Ding Ke sent Miss Yang away just now, he glanced at the businessman named Liu from a distance.
The merchant surnamed Liu had a full beard that made it difficult to see his face, but he still felt something was wrong. He had seen this face before.
In the flash of flint and lightning, Ding Ke suddenly thought... Could it be in the palace? He had been on duty in the palace for many years and had been serving the late emperor. The merchant named Liu had eyes and expressions like the late emperor... He was like the late emperor.
Not only like the late emperor, but also like the current saint, like... Ding Ke unconsciously dropped the documents in his hand to the ground. He didn't care to pick up the things on the ground, and rushed out of the treatment center, but the team of carriages and horses had disappeared.
Something big is going to happen in Beijing.
…
At least Yang Mo felt that the journey was peaceful, even calmer than when she arrived. Qiu Tong was taking care of her, and Yang Mo had a solid sleep in the carriage.
When the carriage was about to arrive in the capital, it entered the government posthouse. A mother-in-law came up to help Yang Mo and the others change into clean clothes. Nothing used in the epidemic area was allowed to be brought into the capital.
Thanks to Yang Mo, she was dressed lightly when she came. She didn't have much etiquette at first, but it was a pity that she bought the clothes these days.
Qiu Tong saw Yang Mo's thoughts and said, "How about I go and ask if I can be accommodating."
Yang Mo shook his head. After all, it was related to the spread of the plague. These matters cannot be ignored. "Just do what the court requires."
After resting for two days, the carriage newly arranged by the court picked up everyone and then entered the capital in one go.
Usually everyone would stay away from the carriages and horses returning from the epidemic area, but today it was very lively.
Yang Mo sat in the car and listened to the noise outside.
"Miss Yang is back."
"Miss Yang, who knows how to cure acne."
"Quick...quick...go and have a look."
The crowd followed the movement of the carriage and soon gathered in front of Yang's house.
When the carriage stopped, Qiu Tong stepped forward to lift the curtain, and a servant of the Yang family came to meet him. Yang Mo got off the carriage and saw Aunt Lu waiting in front of the door.
Mrs. Lu's eyes were red, she had obviously cried just now, and she was much thinner than when she left, as if she was seriously ill. Next to her were Yang Mingshi and Sister Ying.
Yang Mo was about to enter with Lu and others when she heard someone in the crowd say: "Wait a minute..."
Yang Mo stopped and turned her head, seeing someone walking through the bustling crowd and coming forward. The man was in his fifties or sixties, with white hair, and had sophistication and arrogance accumulated over the years.
Yang Mo thought about it for a moment and then remembered that this person was Ding Er, who she had made a bet with.
Ding Er said that if she could cure bayberry sores, he would stop practicing medicine.
This time Chong Er came over, but I don’t know what his purpose was.
That Choji's face was as gloomy as the sky before a heavy rain.
"What is Mr. Ding going to do?"
People around him immediately started talking about it.
Ding Er paused slightly in front of Yang Mo, then knelt down with his knees on the ground.
The noise suddenly broke out.
Yang Mo stepped forward to help her and quickly looked at the family members next to her. Before the Yang family members could come forward, Ding Er had already folded his hands, bowed his head and bowed three times in succession.
"Dr. Ding actually kneeled down on a woman."
"The Ding family's reputation has been completely lost today. Who else will ask him to see a doctor in the future? I'm afraid he really can no longer be a doctor."
"How can a man of seven feet kneel down and worship a woman?"
Standing next to her, Mr. Lu had to rely on Yang Mingshi to stand still. She could hardly believe her eyes. The famous Mr. Ding would kneel down and worship the eldest lady. Men are gods. In addition to kneeling down to worship the emperor, elders, nothing else.
It cannot happen under any circumstances.
Ding Er's face was uglier than anyone else's, but he spoke tremblingly, "I have an appointment with Miss Yang. If Miss Yang cures the bayberry sore, I, Ding Er, will no longer practice medicine. But I, Ding Er, will practice medicine for the rest of my life."
I have come to the clinic, and it would be like killing me to never sit in the clinic again. I am here to ask Miss Yang to forgive me for what I said that day."
Yang Mo whispered to the Yang family, "Hurry and help Mr. Ding up."
The Yang family members stepped forward to help, and Yang Mo looked at Ding Er through Mi Li, "It's just a sentiment, Mr. Ding doesn't have to be true." When she was in modern times, the directors of two departments also fought for a patient.
When your face turns red.
Ding Er showed a grateful look on his face and was helped to stand up. He looked at Yang Mo and asked, "I heard that Baohe Hall is recruiting a doctor. Do you think I am suitable for Miss Yang?"
Hearing this, Yang Mo couldn't help but be startled. With Mr. Ding's qualifications, as long as he was at home, he would be driven to see a doctor by a wealthy family. Occasionally, he would sit in the medicine shop and support the big medicine shop like Mr. Bai.
How is it possible to go to a drug store and work as an ordinary doctor?
"Chou Er actually wants to go to Baohetang to be a doctor."
"It's really crazy that a woman is the boss."
Ding Er seemed to have made up his mind. Regardless of the comments around him, he just looked at Yang Mo hoping to get a positive answer. With Miss Yang's medical skills, let alone let him go to Baohetang to be a doctor, even if he was given to Miss Yang.