The man took the bottle, opened the cork, smelled it, poured out a pill and threw it into his mouth: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Although Mingruo doesn't have the heart of a Holy Mother, she still can't ignore life due to professional habits.
"My name is Mu Ling. I wonder if the girl can tell me my name." Feng Muling's attitude was very polite.
Mingruo thought for a moment and finally said his name: "Mingruo."
Feng Muling took out a brocade bag from her arms and handed it to Mingruo: "This is for Miss Ming as a token of my appreciation."
Mingruo could also tell that this person probably didn't like to owe favors. Except for the soup and medicine she paid for, she had lived here for so long without even taking a bite of food.
It is also appropriate to receive a consultation fee for treating diseases and saving people. Mingruo did not show any pretense and accepted the tip bag: "Then I will be disrespectful."
"I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave!" Feng Muling clasped his fists and saluted. If it weren't for the purpose of thanking his savior, he would have left long ago.
"Oh, goodbye." Mingruo waved.
Mingruo weighed the kit in his hand. It was neither light nor heavy. He couldn't guess what it was, so he untied the drawstring.
There is a piece of white jade in the brocade bag, about the size of a thumb, and somewhat shaped like a conch. As an accessory, the jade carving is average, but this kind of white jade is different from what you usually see. When you look at it in the sun, it will show colorful lights.
.Perhaps this is its preciousness.
Mingruo didn't study gold, stone and jade, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He put the white jade conch back into the kit bag and stuffed it into the medical bag.
Zi Su saw the man pointing the sword at her easily leaping onto the wall, and disappeared after a few leaps. She quickly walked into the wing. She felt relieved when she saw her princess sitting there peacefully.
"Sir, let's go back to the mansion early." Zi Su felt that it was too dangerous outside. Next time she left the mansion, she should ask the princess to take some guards with her.
"Well, let's go back." Mingruo also felt that it was getting late, so she shouldn't delay her job as a nurse for Jin Thigh.
"Master, do you want to leave now?" The old doctor saw Mingruo coming out and hurriedly came forward to greet him, "It's already this hour, why don't you leave after lunch."
"Please don't call me master, I will confiscate your apprenticeship." Mingruo waved her hand quickly.
"Look, I knelt down, and you accepted the tea I offered you." The old man began to lie, "Whether you admit it or not, from today on, you are my master, Shen Cong."
"..." Ming Ruo has a dark streak. How can he be able to obtain unilateral certification for becoming a master or an apprentice? Think about it: Grandpa, an old man, accepted seven young talents as his apprentices. She, a young girl, accepted an old man as her apprentice. How could this be possible?
Can you have fun playing?
However, in this unfamiliar place, you have to have some connections and a place to stay. In this situation, there is nothing to choose from.
"It looks like this medicine hall is not far away from being closed down. Do you have any plans?" Mingruo sat down on the stone bench in the yard.
"The people I treat here are all poor people, and I really can't make much money." Old Shen stroked his goatee, "It's okay to close the medicine hall. I'll follow the master and do whatever you want."
"Um...that's not what I meant..." Mingruo still plans to use this medicine hall to make money, so it would be better for the old man to just close it down for her. It's better not to accept such a prodigal apprentice.
"The master wants to..." Old Shen looked like he was asking for advice humbly.
"The medicine hall is open as usual, and you still manage it on weekdays. I sit in the medicine hall on the fifteenth day of every month to treat difficult and complicated diseases. I will make some special medicines and sell them in the medicine hall, gradually increasing the reputation of the medicine hall." No matter when,
As long as they have enough reputation, doctors can make money quickly. After all, this is the imperial capital, and the most important thing is dignitaries.
"Don't worry, Master, just leave these to me." Old Shen suddenly felt that he had a new goal in life, which was to make 'Yiyi Medicine Hall' the most prestigious medical hospital in the imperial capital. After all, his master could save Zhong's life.
The person who has been poisoned by the poison of the underworld snake has the unique skill of sewing wounds with flying needles. He is definitely a miracle doctor.
"Master, do you think we should change the name of the medicine hall to a more resounding name?" After much thought, it seems that 'a medicine hall' is not worthy of the reputation of a miracle doctor.
"..." It's too embarrassing to have to choose a name instead of a name. Mingruo smiled slightly, "I think this is pretty good now."
"It all depends on the master." Old Shen acted like a good apprentice who relied entirely on the master's arrangements.
"That's it for today. I have something to do and I have to leave." Mingruo left in a hurry with Zisu.
After getting into the carriage, Mingruo and Zisu changed back into women's clothes. Zisu tied Mingruo Wan's hair and said, "Princess, do you really have to go to the hospital for medical treatment on the fifteenth day of every month?"
"Yeah." Mingruo nodded.
"Why?" Zi Su was a little puzzled. After thinking about it, she felt that the princess was kind-hearted and wanted to use the pot to cure diseases and save people.
"To make money." Mingruo is now obsessed with money, and no one can stop her from making money.
"Ah!" Zisu was stunned. She had thought about it a lot, but she never thought of this reason. "Princess, my dear, are you short of money?"
"I'm short of it..." Now I only have a few hundred taels I earned from selling toilet water. Although I don't know how much it will cost to buy a valley, it will definitely not be enough. After I leave the palace and live on my own, I will need money everywhere.
ah.
"Actually, you are quite rich." Zi Su said cautiously.
"Do I have money?"
"Your dowry is very rich. It should have been placed in your private treasury, but after you got married, you were no longer in the palace. My cousin asked Butler Zhou to put your dowry into the public treasury." Zi.
Su's voice became smaller and smaller. Confiscating the mistress's dowry was not a glorious thing.
Mingruo suddenly realized that as a princess of one country, even if she was not favored, she would definitely need a lot of dowry if she married another country. This was a matter of honor between the two countries. What's more, Nanrong was famous for being rich.
Shen Bichi was involved, so there must be something fishy going on.
No, she must get Princess Qinghuang's dowry back, and there is no way she can give it to Si Haochen's cousin Bichi.
As soon as Mingruo returned to Zhuyuan, Jixue greeted her: "Princess, you are back. My cousin said she has something to do and has been waiting for you in the flower hall for a long time."
Huh? Does this cousin Bichi have clairvoyance or ears? Before I even went to her to ask for a dowry, she came to her first.
She wanted to see which song she would sing again today.
"I'll go change some clothes and come right back."
Mingruo deliberately left Shen Bichi dry, so she asked Zisu to give her a complicated hairstyle and changed into palace clothes before heading to the flower hall.
