Chapter 010: Number 404【02】Grandma is here, worshiped by great-grandson
The medical center is divided into two floors.
There are three rooms on the first floor. One is the front hall, which has a rest area, front desk and medicine cabinet. One is the consultation room, which is used by doctors to treat patients. The other is the medicinal material warehouse, which is convenient for replenishing the medicinal materials in the medicine cabinet at any time.
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The second floor is the living area, with the same three rooms, one bedroom and two living rooms, with a kitchen and bathroom.
Mo Qing was led upstairs by the young man.
"What's your name?" Mo Qing asked.
"Min Chang."
"Oh. Jiang Qiyi's love rival?"
"Maybe," Min Chang raised his eyes and accepted the words without hesitation, "I don't know him."
Min Chang opened a door, and the furnishings of the living room appeared in front of him. It was not spacious. However, what first attracted Mo Qing's attention was not the living room, but the coughing sound coming from the bedroom.
Mo Qing raised his eyebrows.
Just by hearing the sound, you can tell that he is terminally ill.
Min Chang frowned and glanced at Mo Qing. Although he didn't believe she was really an old antique, but...
He has been taught since he was a child that "the mission of the descendants of the Min family is to wait for a girl named 'Mo Qing' to come to his door."
Although Min Chang didn't know why he was so unlucky. His ancestors had waited for hundreds of years without waiting for anyone, but his generation had waited. However, the family rules came first, and he would not ignore it if he committed another crime.
He said: "You can sit down wherever you want, and I'll go talk to grandpa."
He entered the bedroom.
Seeing that the person in the house was dying, Mo Qing ignored the fact that he was thrown into the living room.
There are a bunch of ancestral tablets enshrined in the living room, with "Prophet Min" at the top, followed by his descendants. Mo Qing took a few glances and noticed a few family photos on one side. Through the tablets and photos, he sorted out Min's family portraits.
The relationship between the descendants of the prophet and his descendants.
Prophet Min had two sons and one daughter, and now only one son is still alive - the one in the house.
The descendants of the descendants are few, and now only Min Chang's lineage is left.
In this situation, it is clear at a glance that "Min Chang and his grandfather are dependent on each other." The situation is quite miserable.
A moment later, Min Chang came out, his expression indescribable. His eyes lingered on Mo Qing's face strangely, and he squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Grandpa let you in."
Mo Qing looked back: "Let?"
"...Please." Min Chang changed his words resignedly.
Mo Qing walked over.
Min Chang held the door, looked at her warily, and then whispered: "My grandfather is seriously ill, you... don't let his mood fluctuate too much."
Looking up, before Mo Qing could answer, an old voice came from inside: "Have you gone to get some tea?"
"immediately."
Min Chang replied. Then, he glanced at Mo Qing again before walking towards the living room.
The light was on in the bedroom. Mo Qing pushed the door completely open and saw the old man on the bed. The old man was nearly ninety years old. He was white-haired and skinny. He was troubled by illness, but his eyes were bright and full of hope.
Light, eyes bright.
His body was trembling and he wanted to get out of bed.
"Lie down."
Mo Qing walked over, put her hands on his shoulders, and pushed him back with skillful force. While he was still confused, Mo Qing had already thrown the pillow behind him and asked him to lie down.
The old man had tears in his eyes and his voice was hoarse: "Aunt Mo."
"Are you the son of Prophet Min, Min Chenghuai?" Mo Qing asked.
Even she felt indescribably weird when faced with this situation.
As she closed and opened her eyes, the younger generation had one foot in the coffin.
"Yes."
"I was just passing by to take a look." Mo Qingyun said calmly, "You don't have to be polite."
Min Chenghuai took a breath and asked, "Are you here for the acupuncture needles?"
Mo Qing remained calm: "Do you know the whereabouts of the acupuncture needles?"
"Acupuncture needles have always been kept in the Huichun Pavilion." Min Chenghuai was surprised by Mo Qing's inquiry, but he still answered honestly, "My father said that only you can make full use of this thing in this world and use it to save the world and save the people. The reason why the Huichun Pavilion is open now is not
Change the address and wait for you to come back one day so that we can return the acupuncture needles to their original owners."
Mo Qing has excellent medical skills, is good at Western medicine, and is proficient in Chinese medicine.
The Min family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine. In Min's generation, there was a war and the medical center was destroyed. Min then joined the revolution and met Mo Qing on the battlefield.
By chance, Mo Qing recognized Prophet Min as her adoptive brother and taught him medical skills. When the war was about to end, she helped him open a medical clinic.
Because Mo Qing didn't know what would happen to him, he gave a set of acupuncture needles to Ming Xianzhi.
Who would have thought…
This guy didn't even mention offering up the acupuncture needles, he still wanted to "return them to their original owners."
"Knock knock."
There was a knock on the door twice, and Min Chang came over with a cup of tea.
Min Chenghuai saw him and said hurriedly: "Min Chang, go and get Grandma Grandma's acupuncture needle."
Min Chang: "..." It's too late.
His hand trembled slightly, and some tea spilled out, burning the back of his hand. But he ignored it and looked up at Mo Qing. He met Mo Qing's calm and calm gaze, and his heart sank immediately.
——What did she know?
"Let's talk about this later." Mo Qing averted his gaze and said to Min Chenghuai, "You and Min Chang both thought it was normal when they saw me. How did you know that I would definitely come?"
Even she didn't know about waking up.
How did the Min family find out?
"My father said it," Min Chenghuai said, "He said you would definitely come. The younger generations of the Min family have known about your existence since they were sensible, so they won't be surprised to see you."
Min Chang came over, carrying a chair in one hand and tea in the other.
He put the chair behind Mo Qing, handed the tea to Mo Qing, and said, "Drink tea."
"Huh?" Mo Qing narrowed his eyes.
"..." The veins on Min Chang's forehead popped up. He took a slow breath, calmed down his irritable mood, and changed his words, "Please drink tea."
Mo Qing said lightly: "Let it go."
"..."
Min Chang's jawline was tense, and he lowered his eyes and put the tea on the bedside table.
Min Chenghuai saw Min Chang's performance and was quite dissatisfied and scolded him a few times.
Min Chang did not refute Min Chenghuai, but stood quietly aside, as motionless as a wooden stake.
——He wanted to see how rare this thing could be.
After sitting down on the chair, Mo Qing chatted with Min Chenghuai for a few words and learned about the descendants of the Min family.
As she expected, only the grandfather and grandson were left in the hospital to depend on each other. However, Min Chenghuai also had a son, Min Changhuai's father. This man was uneducated and incompetent. He ate, drank, whored, and gambled. He had been fooling around outside, and he had severed ties with Min Changhuai.
"I'll come back next time."
Seeing that Min Chenghuai was getting weaker, Mo Qing said lightly. She grabbed Min Chenghuai's skinny wrist and paused when her fingertips touched his pulse, then put it under the quilt and put it down.
Then, Mo Qing stood up and looked sideways at Min Chang.
Min Chang felt guilty for no reason and pursed his lower lip.
"You come with me."
After saying something to Min Chang, Mo Qing walked out of the bedroom.
At this time, Min Chenghuai coughed twice and told Min Chang: "Min Chang, that's your great-aunt, you have to listen to her. No matter what, you can't disobey her. This is a family rule."
"……oh."
Min Chang responded, but did not take Min Chenghuai's words at ease.
He walked out of the bedroom and closed the door. Then, he looked towards the living room and was slightly surprised.
Mo Qing was sitting on a single sofa with her legs crossed. Although she was wearing a school uniform, she was not as childish and innocent as her peers. Her temperament was aloof and cold, aloof like a flower on the mountain, but at the same time, she was also unruly and unruly.
She has nothing to do with what her ancestors described as "a saint who hung a pot to save the world and was a healer with a benevolent heart".
However, this is definitely a person who leaves a deep impression on people just by looking at him.
"Go make a cup of hot tea."
Mo Qing lazily raised his eyes, his commanding tone undeniable and majestic.
Min Chang paused and thought of the untouched tea in the bedroom. Without saying a word, he turned around and poured her another cup of tea.
He walked up to Mo Qing.
Suddenly, Mo Qing's cold eyes pierced the center of his eyebrows, and she looked stern: "Kneel down and serve tea."
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Min Chang: QAQ, just be a human being, I look as old as you.
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[No. 404] The plot has officially begun. No. 404 is not a human being. The only living person in the warehouse of QAQ’s eighth base is Mo Qing.
