The little old man looked at Qian Yunli with his shrewd eyes, as if he was making some calculation.
"This prescription contains a big tonic pill. Please tell me the ingredients."
Qian Yunli went through it in his mind: "Three qian of costumia, one qian of licorice, 2 liang of poria, one qian of citrus aurantium, dangshen, chuanxiong, white peony root, atractylodes, rehmannia root, angelica root, black peel, tangerine peel, green peel
. Take one penny each of Cyperus rotundus, dried ginger, black medicine, cinnamon, cardamom, and amomum villosum, and boil seven bowls of water into one bowl of water. Put it in the furnace to refine it for seven days."
The little old man looked at Qian Yunli with satisfaction, his snow-white beard rising.
The book he just gave her contained at least hundreds of prescription lists. It was not easy to recite them clearly, word for word.
"Little girl, what's your name?"
"Qianyunli."
"Are you interested in studying medicine?"
Qian Yunli hesitated. She seemed to have nothing to do with Jingchen, and Jingchen ignored her. In this case, who should she study medicine to deal with?
Suddenly, she realized that she was leading Yuansheng to study medicine just to deal with Jingchen. She was so sworn at the beginning, but now, she no longer feels it at all.
"In no mood."
So, she shook her head honestly.
Her honesty surprised the little old man.
The interest on her face just now meant she wanted to learn from him?
The little old man straightened his sitting posture and said with a serious face: "Little girl, let me tell you this! I want to accept you as my disciple. You should consider it carefully. I don't accept disciples easily. I want to be my disciple.
People, your entire queue in the natural moat can be blocked."
Qian Yunli didn't believe it.
"Then tell me your name and I'll listen."
The little old man straightened his clothes, sat up straight in a very formal manner, coughed twice, and said in a sonorous voice: "The magic doctor with ghost hands."
Qian Yunli said dullly: "I've never heard of it."
With a "bang" sound, the little old man fell off the stool. He looked at Qian Yunli very seriously and found that she really had a confused look on her face.
It seems that I really don’t know about the magic doctor with ghost hands.
This made the little old man very frustrated.
Qian Yunli is currently dressed like a wealthy lady in the attic. However, even in the attic, she should have heard of the title of the Miracle Doctor with Ghost Hands.
The little old man's cunning mind has gone crazy.
It shouldn’t be, shouldn’t it be that you haven’t heard of it?
"Have you really never heard of the magic doctor with ghost hands?"
Qian Yunli nodded honestly again: "No!"
In fact, Qian Yunli cannot be blamed for this. She has just come to this world and knows nothing about the world in front of her. She is worried about being tortured by Jing Chen every day, so she has no time to care about things in the world.
As long as she has a little thought to ask about things in the world, she will know what an amazing person the ghost-hand doctor is.
Legend has it that even with just one breath, he can pull people back from the King of Hell.
This sentence alone can explain his ability.
Suddenly, Qian Yunli thought of a possibility.
"Although I don't know who you are, but do you know Yuan Sheng? Yuan Sheng, the miracle doctor."
"He! He is my nephew's apprentice. Why do you ask him?"
"Your nephew?"
Qian Yunli went over this relationship in her mind. Yuan Sheng was the apprentice of the little old man's nephew. If she took the little old man as her disciple, wouldn't she become Yuan Sheng's aunt?