"Zhou Chengling," Yang Mo felt that she could no longer dodge, so she should say something to Zhou Chengling, as if he would always help her, "I don't want to speculate on the political situation," but people here can't be alone, "
I won't put all my energy on this. Just like my mother and other women, they are all about the inner house and their husband. I can't do it. I have my own ideas and I want to make good use of my money.
Medical skills, teach more disciples to save more people."
Zhou Chengling was an ancient person, and he probably couldn't understand what she meant. Talking to an ancient man about this was just playing the lute to an ox, but since it was him, she was willing to spend some time explaining it.
"Everyone only has a few decades in this world. They have to go through the experience of being children, parents, and elders. If everyone is the same, they are just like being carved from the same mold. What's the point of these decades? When you get old in the future, you will think about it.
I will also feel regretful, and I don’t want to regret it.” So even if she comes here, she will find ways to live a good life, and does not want to follow the trend and live in confusion.
Zhou Chengling had already thought that she didn't open a pharmacy just to support the Yang family. She really wanted to practice medicine and cure diseases for the rest of her life. He had thought that she might give up one day, but now it seems that she has no such plan.
Unlike others, before he met her, he would have thought that a woman could have so many ideas.
He has always wondered why she would think like this, "After we get married, we will have children and take care of the children. If you like to hire a few more people to take care of the pharmacy, you can also teach students." Many people do not do everything themselves.
Yang Mo said: "That's different. You have to do what you like by yourself, just like you can't find someone to write and read for you."
"Also," Yang Mo finished in one breath, she raised her head and looked at Zhou Chengling with clear eyes, "Zhou Chengling, I have many demands. Although I am from a humble background, I have many demands. I will not wrong myself, otherwise
Grief will turn into resentment in the future, and it is impossible for you to have a grudge against me. Instead of it becoming like that, it is better to let go now and forget about each other."
She raised her head and he looked at her quietly.
"Your ideas are really strange."
"She is different from other women. The Yang family is not an outlier. How could a woman like you be born?"
Yang Mo knew that no matter how much she tried to hide it, it was only for the outside world to see. In her heart, she was still the modern Yang Mo, without any change, otherwise she would not have practiced medicine and done shocking things here.
She felt that she could not worry about the inner house all day long, keep an eye on her belly and give birth, and also arrange those gorgeous women in her husband's bed, and go out to banquets and gather with the ladies all day long to chat with the parents.
When Zhou Chengling looked at her frank eyes, he lost the sophistication he had when practicing medicine. He was a little straightforward and a little naive, just like his aunt said about him, saying that he was dull and didn't know how to keep someone. Fortunately, he didn't completely let her down because of these.
Resistance, if you like someone, you will not watch her become a domesticated hawk, but you will watch how high she can fly.
If you like each other, you must smile involuntarily when she is happy. If you meet such a person, you must indulge your own feelings. No matter how many decades of life you spend, you can be free with her and accompany her when she is happy.
She was happy, but it was just that simple.
Zhou Chengling said: "Do you know the prophecy book?"
Prophecy books? Those are not things that Taoist priests predict. Zhou Chengling also read prophecy books? Is it possible that the descendants of the Zhou family have such a preference?
Yang Mo said: "I know."
Zhou Chengling nodded and handed the "Dragon Shaking Scripture" in his hand to Yang Mo, "I know the art of prophecy and can predict the future."
What he said seriously seems to be true.
His expression was light and he looked very determined, especially his eyes that were as clear as spring water. The first time I saw him, I just glanced at his face in a hurry. In my impression, his clothes were always so beautiful, with dark lines and delicate lines.
I thought he stood out, but now I take a closer look and see that he wears clothes that look good and sits regularly, and I feel that his meticulousness is just right.
Yang Mo took a look at the Shaking Dragon Scripture, and the convoluted words on it made her confused. She immediately handed it back to Zhou Chengling, but she almost dropped it without holding it. Yang Mo stretched out her hand to pick it up, and Zhou Chengling also went to meet it, holding both hands.
The books collided and fell to the ground. Yang Mo was about to bend down, but his hand was held by Zhou Chengling.
His hand held her fingertips, and the green and clear fingers of his hand touched hers, making her feel a little cool. He pressed her so tightly that she couldn't help but tremble a little.
Is it because of the coolness on Yue's fingers or the warmth of his palms, "I know you will definitely practice medicine in the future."
Yang Mo couldn't help but laugh, and a big stone fell from the bottom of her heart. There was a difference between being blocked and being indulged. One was a dull pain, and the other was so joyful.
The two people were so close, and the room was so quiet. It was as if they could hear each other breathing. From a distance, it looked like they were holding her in their arms. After a long time, Jiang Ping's voice came from outside.
Coughing sound.
"Master, there is a patient in Baohe Hall."
Jiang Ping had been outside the door, and he must have heard what they just said. Yang Mo's cheeks were slightly red, and she thought about standing up, "I'll go to the front to see the patient."
Zhou Chengling said: "I'll go with you."
I'm afraid others don't know that he is an idler and goes to see patients with her...
"You can't stop looking at it in the future."
These words have a certain meaning, as if they are talking about the future.
Yang Mo did not refuse and went to the front with Zhou Chengling.
"Master." Wei Mao came over to welcome him. He was surprised to see Zhou Chengling behind him and didn't know how to salute.
Wei Mao is one of the few people who knows Zhou Chengling's identity.
Wei Mao stepped forward and bowed, Zhou Chengling nodded, and Wei Mao retracted his words when they reached his lips.
"Where is the patient?" Yang Mo turned around and asked.
Only then did Wei Mao come back to his senses, "I won't let anyone else diagnose me outside, so I'll just wait for the master." If there were others, they would definitely not bother the master. The child the woman was carrying looked really pitiful.
Yang Mo nodded and walked out in a few steps. He immediately heard a woman's panicked voice, "I heard that Baohetang is looking for someone with malaria. My son is the one. Miss, please check on my son."
This time, in order to treat bayberry sores, many pharmacies in Beijing went to help find patients with malaria and promised to provide free diagnosis and treatment. However, there were no cases of malaria. A highly seasonal disease like malaria is basically unavailable in winter.
It is impossible for anyone to suffer from it.
Yang Mo thought like this, and opened the curtain to see a woman wearing a coarse cloth dress. She only had a wooden hairpin on her head, and her dress was patched with patches. She was holding a child tightly in her arms.
Appearing to be only two or three years old, the child's eyes were looking around through the woman's arms.
Seeing Yang Mo, the woman was stunned for a moment. Before she could speak, she heard Yang Mo say: "Wei Mao, please bring the patient into the inner room for diagnosis and treatment."
"Miss Yang, is this Miss Yang?" the woman came back to her senses.
Wei Mao said: "This is our master."
It was Miss Yang. The woman immediately stood up, took two steps forward and immediately knelt down. Her forehead almost touched the toes of Yang Mo's shoes. Like a good man and woman worshiping Buddha, she kept saluting, "Miss, Miss, please."
Please save my son, please save my son, and I will repay your kindness by being a cow or a horse in the next life."
"Get up quickly." Yang Mo was about to help the woman up.
But the woman stubbornly refused to get up, "Miss, please save my son, please save my son!" It seemed that as long as she didn't plead, Yang Mo would never look at her son.
Wei Mao and the others couldn't help him, so they hurriedly called the mother-in-law to come over. Unexpectedly, the woman had so much strength that she refused to get up despite any words.
The woman had already planned that as long as the mother and son could see Miss Yang, she would risk her life to beg Miss Yang. She had suffered a lot of hardships along the way, and she could not give up her child's chance of survival.
"Let me see the child." Yang Mo looked at the almost crazy woman and said.
When the woman heard this, she stopped kowtowing and thought of the child in her arms. She stopped there not knowing what to do.
Yang Mo said: "The bed has been made inside. Bring the child over so I can diagnose and treat him."
The woman gnawed her head desperately, "I will listen to the eldest lady, I will listen to the eldest lady." There were blood marks on her forehead, her bun was even more messy, and she looked very embarrassed.
The woman followed her mother-in-law and put the child between the beds, and everyone around her couldn't help but gasp.
This child is really thin, his arms are as thin as bamboo poles, his head is extraordinarily big, and his lips are pale and without any blood.
The woman looked at Yang Mo guiltily. When she heard about Baohetang, she thought of pretending that her child had malaria so that she could ask Miss Yang for diagnosis. She had seen people with malaria, not her son.
With such an appearance, the eldest lady will know it at a glance...
Yang Mo stepped forward and stretched out her hand to touch the child's forehead. The child's temperature was very high, "Wei Mao, prepare cold water to cool down the patient."
Such a weak child cannot have high fever all the time. First, we must prevent malignant fever.
Wei Mao responded.
Yang Mo looked at the child carefully. There was no fat on the child's abdomen, and he was skinny. Yang Mo looked at the woman, "How could the child be like this?"
The woman started crying, "It's me...it's all me...I took good care of him, but it still turned out like this. I originally thought that when his father passed the exam, the family would be fine, so why did I think of him?"
He got sick and asked me how to explain to his father."
The woman cried so hard that she couldn't stand and squatted on the ground. "His father will definitely pass the exam this time. He will definitely pass the exam," she said, looking at Yang Mo. "Where is the Gongyuan? When will they be released? I want to go."
Find his father."
Yang Mo felt very strange. Why did the woman say that she would definitely pass the exam? Didn't Qiu Wei already publish the results? Thinking of this, Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling next to her.
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I always wanted to add more updates, but I didn’t expect to write from morning till night... ugh