The carriage stopped at the entrance of a medicine hall. Zisu wanted to step forward to help him, but Mingruo had already got off the carriage neatly.
As soon as I stepped across the threshold of the medicine hall, I heard a clear voice shouting: "Master...Master...Master is here!"
Mingruo glanced behind him subconsciously, and there was no one else behind him except Zi Su. After looking around this sparse medicine hall, it was a miracle that it hadn't closed down yet.
Mingruo casually pulled up a chair and sat down: "Zisu, go find someone and ask where the person I saved that day is."
"Yes." Zi Su asked if anyone was there and looked for him in the back hall.
After a while, the gray-haired old doctor in the medicine hall rushed out from the back hall. Before Mingruo could figure out what was going on, he knelt down in front of Mingruo and said, "Master, please accept this."
I pay my respects, disciple!"
Mingruo was startled and stretched out her hand to help the old doctor up.
The old doctor was also quick-sighted and took the tea cup from the little medicine boy's hand and put it into Mingruo's hand: "Master, please use tea."
Mingruo stared blankly at the warm teacup in his hand. This operation looked like touching porcelain! Mingruo raised his hand and put the teacup on the table next to him: "I have no intention of accepting a disciple. Please get up quickly."
Bar."
"I said that day that whoever could save the half-dead man would be my disciple." The old doctor was also stubborn and refused to get up from his knees. "I always keep my word."
"You don't have to keep it this time, because I don't care at all." Mingruo stood up quickly and avoided the old doctor's kneeling.
"I admire the girl's medical skills, and I sincerely want to be her disciple." The old doctor turned to Mingruo and knelt down again.
Xiami? Girl? You’ve already changed clothes and put on makeup. Are you dressed so quickly?
Seemingly seeing Mingruo's doubts, the old doctor immediately said, "Although I am not a good scholar, I can still tell the difference between men and women."
Mingruo nodded to express his understanding. An excellent doctor must be familiar with the structure of the human body and would not just look at the surface to distinguish between men and women.
"Are the patients who stayed here before still there? I'm here for a follow-up visit today." As soon as he entered the door, he was forced to become a disciple by the old doctor, and Mingruo almost forgot about the business.
"Yes, master, please follow me." The old doctor ran forward to lead the way, his movements were really cunning than those of a monkey.
Mingruo twitched the corner of her mouth, and suddenly remembered that Zisu went to the back to find someone, and why she never came back: "By the way, have you seen my maid?"
"Yes, she must have gone to see the weirdo." The old doctor immediately replied.
"What kind of weirdo?" Mingruo had a bad feeling in her heart.
"It's the young man that the master rescued. He's strange. He hasn't spoken since he woke up. I thought he was mute. I wanted to check him out, but I wasn't allowed to come in. Apart from the medicine you prescribed every day, what else?
I don’t even eat. But my body recovers very quickly, and I can get out of bed and walk around on the third day, just like a normal person..."
Mingruo rubbed his forehead: "Have you not eaten for so many days?"
"No." The old doctor shook his head.
Mingruo looked at the sky speechlessly, what kind of monsters were she saving? A normal person would have collapsed without eating for seven days, how could he still be like a normal person...
The old doctor took Mingruo to the backyard and opened the door of the wing: "Ah!"
Hearing the old doctor's exclamation and thinking of Zisu who never came back, Mingruo rushed in. He saw the man as cold as ice pointing his sword at Zisu's throat.
"Don't hurt anyone. It's easy to talk about anything." Mingruo walked up to Zisu and tried to push away the man's sword with his hand.
The man in black looked at Mingruo, and Senhan's eyes softened a bit. He turned his wrist, and the sword originally pointed at Zisu hung down like a ribbon, and wrapped it back around his waist. The murderous weapon instantly turned into a strip with complicated patterns.
belt.
Is this the legendary soft sword?
If you can make a soft sword look like a sword, you will definitely not be able to defeat it.
Mingruo took a deep breath and tried to soften her tone: "I don't know how my people offended you. Can you please take it for the sake of me saving your life..."
"I thought she was lying." The man in black said in a deep and pleasant voice.
"You are not mute!" The old doctor's eyes stared like two light bulbs.
The man in black glanced at the old doctor, and what he wanted to express was very direct - if you say I am mute again, believe it or not, I will chop off your head.
The old doctor shuddered and shut his mouth honestly.
"Remove the stitches first." Mingruo felt very tired.
"Let them out." The man in black glanced at him, making it clear that he wanted everyone except Mingruo to leave.
"Go." Mingruo motioned for them to go out first.
"Prince... Young Master..." Zisu grabbed Mingruo's sleeve and shook his head at her. Obviously, he felt that it would be dangerous for the princess to be alone with this person.
"It's okay, just wait for me outside." Mingruo's attitude left no room for doubt.
With this man's skills, if he wanted to harm himself, even if everyone stayed, it would only cost him a few more heads.
After everyone exited the room, Mingruo took out the medical bag from his sleeve pocket, placed the scissors and tweezers that he needed in a convenient place, and then asked the man in black to sit down.
"Take off your clothes." Mingruo did a simple disinfection and picked up the scissors.
The man moved neatly, untied his clothes, and exposed the wound. The long wound was very smooth, and it didn't look like a new wound at all. If the sutures he had sewed were not still there, Mingruo would have thought that it was after several years of recovery.
of scars.
Mingruo skillfully cut and removed the sutures. The old doctor was right, this man recovered very quickly. At his rate, the sutures could be removed the next day.
"That man said that her young master saved me." The man didn't care at all about Mingruo's actions, and began to explain why he pointed his sword at Zisu, "But I know that it was a girl who saved me."
"You were in a coma at the time, so you probably didn't know anything." Mingruo's eyes almost rolled to the back of her head. How failed she was at pretending to be a man. Even if she had the smart eyes and ears to see that she was a girl, she was already unconscious.
The past is also known.
"I just know." The man emphasized again.
"Okay." Mingruo felt that there was no point in arguing about this matter.
The sutures were removed quickly. Mingruo put away the tools and said, "Let me take your pulse to see if the remaining poison in your body has been cleared."
"It's okay." The man said with certainty, but still stretched out his wrist.
Mingruo activated the medical system, and the remaining poison was indeed gone. It only showed that his vitality was damaged and his body was relatively weak. He sent Buddha to the west. Anyway, he had mixed a lot of pills with the precious medicinal materials provided by Golden Thigh recently. Mingruo picked a bottle of blood supplement.
The pills for replenishing qi were handed over: "One pill a day."
