How could Mr. Yang refuse the Qiao family? How could a doctor not treat a patient?
The imperial doctors gathered together to discuss, "That Mr. Yang is really not following the right path."
While everyone was talking about it, Ding Ke came out of the pharmacy with the students from Tai Hospital. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but frowned and shouted in a deep voice, "I don't know the reason, so don't talk casually."
The doctors all fell silent upon hearing this voice, and immediately dispersed and returned to their seats.
When Ding Ke went to Cining Palace to check his pulse, everyone looked at each other again, "What is going on? Who knows?"
Doctor Yao, who had treated acne with Yang Mo, said: "Don't Baohetang have free clinics every day? Why don't you treat Mrs. Qiao? Have you ever thought about this?"
"I heard that Miss Yang said that the Qiao family are Zhongshan wolves."
The Zhongshan wolf is the savior who bites back.
"It seems to be Wang Zhenting's business, and the treatment of bayberry sores." The little imperial doctor who knew some of the inside story didn't hide it.
This sentence aroused everyone's interest. There are some bad rumors about the Qiao family in Beijing these days. Due to Mrs. Qiao's illness, these things inevitably spread to the Tai Hospital.
There were many interesting things going on outside the palace. The palace servants who were on duty at the imperial hospital listened carefully, then lowered their heads and discussed quietly.
I really didn’t expect that an official as big as Mr. Qiao would deal with an orphan. There must be some other intention in this. As the saying goes, if you don’t see the rabbit, don’t let the eagle fly. There is no three-point profit. Whoever wakes up early, "The Yang family has
Everyone is rich, haven’t you heard that the Chang family embezzled millions of taels of the Yang family’s property?”
The word spread from ten to ten, and by this time Yang Mo's dowry had multiplied several times among the people.
However, Yang Mo still felt that money would never be enough, and just building a fly house would cost a lot.
Zhu Shan's home was not suitable for raising sterile maggots that would be used for medical treatment in the future, so Yang Mo asked shopkeeper Jiang to buy a house in a not-so-good location and arrange it layer by layer as she said.
"Several houses in the backyard are separated by several doors. The yard needs to be repaired briefly. In particular, the roof must not leak, and the windows must not leak. No matter how much you save money, you must not miss this, otherwise it will be affected by wind and water.
All your hard work is in vain." Yang Mo explained carefully that this was why she felt that the Zhu family's house was not suitable for raising insects. The whole house was like a dilapidated shed.
Shopkeeper Jiang wrote it down carefully.
Yang Mo looked at Zhu Shan, "Mr. Zhu, what else do you think you need?"
Zhu Shan waved his hands and jumped, "Miss, please don't call me husband, just call me Zhu Shan. I'm the same as Wei Mao and others, just call me by my name."
Looking at the crazy Zhu Shan, Yang Mo smiled and agreed, "Okay, I will call you by your name from now on." Everyone in Baohetang called each other by name.
Zhu Shan smiled with his mouth open, like a black dog-tail flower.
Yang Mo pointed to Baohetang's robe on the table, "In the future, whoever wants to enter a house that breeds insects must wear clean robes."
This will ensure you get sterile maggots.
"Flies can't just eat anything, they have to be fed with sugar water."
Zhu Shan nodded and took note of everything.
Yang Mo smiled and said: "The rest are the methods you used. Regardless of whether I want to heat the house in winter, I want to replace it with earthworms."
The more shopkeeper Jiang listened, the more surprised he became that raising a small maggot was so troublesome.
Yang Mo said: "Although it is not easy to maintain, it is easy to cure diseases. In the future, you can put it in a small bamboo tube and carry it with the medicine box."
Zhu Shan simply squatted down and listened.
Yang Mo pointed to the chair, "There is a chair here, come and sit."
Zhu Shan was a little afraid. This was his boss. He didn't know if Miss Yang regarded him as a clerk of Baohetang, but in his heart, he had already regarded Miss Yang as his boss.
"Master, I still feel comfortable squatting like this."
Xiao Quan next to him couldn't help but laugh.
Yang Mo said: "Come and sit down, everyone is the same. Let's write down Gao Zhengchun's pulse record together, especially the areas where maggots were used."
After working for a long time, Yang Mo returned to the backyard to rest. Ajiu came in respectfully and saluted Yang Mo, "Miss, our young master said that there is news about the Qiao family."
Yang Mo felt happy after hearing this. She finally made progress. She looked at Ajiu and asked, "Zhou...is he here now?"
Ajiu nodded, "Here he is."
Yang Mo heard the laughter of Mei Xiang and others coming from outside, and felt a little inconvenient now.
"Our young master said that if it is convenient for us, if the lady is willing to go there, let someone make arrangements."
Yang Mo nodded, changed clothes and took Qiu Tong to Zhou Chengling's place.
The courtyard was as quiet as ever.
Yang Mo walked into the room, and Zhou Chengling came over and handed the book in his hand to Yang Mo, "Let's see if this belongs to the Yang family."
Yang Mo opened the book and found a handwritten book, "Qianhu, Fangfeng, Duhuo, Cimicifuga, Sophora flavescens, Bai Xian..." This is the medicine book that Yang's family teaches the descendants of.
In Yang Mo's mind, she ran and chased her father. She smiled and touched the pillars on the corridor for fear that her father would catch up. Her mother shouted from behind, "Slow down and chase her, be careful not to fall."
Yang Mo came back to her senses, with tears already on her cheeks. This was the first time she felt that she was Yang Molan.
Afraid that Zhou Chengling would see it, Yang Mo turned around and wiped her tears.
Who knew that Zhou Chengling would not move his eyes away.
Yang Mo turned around deliberately. She only cried twice in total, why were she always in front of this person, "You've never cried before? Doesn't that look strange?"
Zhou Chengling's voice came from behind.
"I cried. I cried when my grandfather passed away. When my parents passed away, I didn't cry in front of others, but I cried behind others' backs."
It's rare that he is so calm now.
In fact, people in ancient times are very interesting. Two people who have never met may be incompatible with each other in terms of personality and thinking, but they can grow old together. When she came here, she also thought about whether she would take this path.
However, any modern person cannot help but want to make decisions for himself.
Since they meet so frequently, she shouldn't continue to be confused. At least she should have some understanding of Zhou Chengling. It's not in vain that Zhou Chengling climbed the wall. She shocked the world and ruined the woman's moral character. Yang Mo thought and turned around, "Zhou Chengling, what on earth are you doing?"
What kind of person is he? Did he just say he wanted to be with me in a hot head, or did he seriously think about it."
Zhou Chengling looked at Yang Mo, and his smile suddenly became very clear, "Are you willing to let me explain it carefully?" In the past, whenever she mentioned this, she would run away in a hurry.
Yang Mo couldn't help but blush, "I didn't say that." When modern people fall in love, they need to be together for a period of time to know each other's preferences before they can judge whether they are together or not.
Zhou Chengling said: "You just said that."
Yang Mo couldn't help curling up her fingers. She had just said that this person was honest, but now she shrewdly grabbed her words and held on to her words. He couldn't pretend that she hadn't heard her because she was so quick to talk. Thinking about how bold and reckless this woman was, it was really not a good thing.
Suitable, Yang Mo felt funny when she thought about it. It turned out that she had long known that she did not meet the standards of a good wife in ancient times.
Who told her to be stubborn? She knew her own heart and would rather give up hard and soft advice, and she would never pretend to turn her grievances and helplessness into smooth accidents or put on airs.
If he wanted her to say something from his heart, he had to do it slowly. He was not afraid of wasting time, but he was afraid that if she didn't take this step, he would not be able to relax after she finally said it.
"I want to marry you. If you are like others, I will invite the elders from the clan camp to propose marriage."
"I know why you feel uncomfortable. With or without you, it is impossible for me to have a good relationship for a hundred years with a woman who brought me poison. She had planned for this result long ago. In her heart, I am just trying every possible means.
To plot the death of people."
"In my heart, at least love and hate must be clear, black and white, so since I left the capital, I have not entered Prince Xuan's Mansion again. The choice does not start with you, but has been decided early in the morning."
Yang Mo wanted to look away, but Zhou Chengling refused, and he stared at her firmly.
"I just want to know now," Zhou Chengling said, "it was six years between the onset of my father's headache and his death. It has been four years since I had a headache. Will my future be..."
"How could it happen? Don't think about it," Yang Mo said immediately, "I haven't diagnosed your disease yet." At least it shouldn't be a malignant brain tumor. No brain tumor will heal on its own after the onset. "Mr. Ji
It is also said that if there are no symptoms now, it is a good situation. In the past... the old prince always had headaches." He looked at Zhou Chengling worriedly and asked, "Do you feel any pain?"
Her soft voice and gentle eyes were like waves. When she saw him, her heart felt like it was being burned. She even asked him seriously, but she was just hot-headed for a moment.
Zhou Chengling whispered: "Your uncle is coming to Beijing, can I meet him?"
Yang Mo's ear root has fever.
"It's easier for men to talk."
Yang Mo said: "Before this, I still want to talk to my uncle. After all, I haven't seen you for so many years, and it was the same situation when I met my aunt for the first time."
The jaw head of Zhou Chengling.
There was a clear sound of coughing from outside, and then Jiang Ping said: "There seems to be something going on over there at Baohe Hall."
Not knowing what was going on, Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling and said, "I'll go back and take a look."
Every time we meet, we come and go in a hurry. Unexpectedly, we were even busier in ancient times than in modern times.
When Yang Mo returned to Baohe Hall, she heard Zhu Shan yelling, "I don't know who stole my bugs. I don't know if there are enough for Miss Yang. I have to use hundreds of them several times."
The maggots were lost? How come maggot therapy was used here, while Zhu Shan’s house was patronized over there?
"Who on earth wants to steal even maggots?"
The Wei Maos looked at each other, and Zhang Ge said to Zhu Shan: "Don't worry, I'll go back with you and look for it carefully."
"No need to look for it, I put it in the right place..." Zhu Shan was sweating profusely. He raised his head and saw Yang Mo, and immediately felt guilty on his face. A careless man was about to cry, "Miss, my bug
It's been stolen and you need to use it tomorrow, what should you do?"
Those people just stole maggots and left them all over the floor. Those dirty bugs must not be used.
Yang Mo looked at Wei Mao and the others, "Go back and search with Zhu Shan, and then ask the neighbors if they saw anyone entering Zhu's house."