Chapter 122

Mu Qingge watched as Mr. Cheng and Qin Ziqing hurried to the place where they were surrounded. He said faintly, "I met Mr. Cheng when Rong Jue and I went to your house that day. I heard that his Yiren hall was recruiting apprentices. If I guess right, Miss Qin should be Mr. Cheng's Apprentice."

"No way!" Hua Yiran was surprised. "Mr. Cheng doesn't require much of an apprentice. Many doctors in the imperial city who can feel the pulse of a patient are willing to apprentice him. Qin Ziqing doesn't seem to know anything. Why would Mr. Cheng let Qin Ziqing be his apprentice?"

Mu Qingge's eyes narrowed, "Miss Qin doesn't know medicine?"

"How can I understand?" Hua Yiran said, "medical skills are very popular in any country, and people who know medicine are especially respected. However, medical skills can not be learned by anyone who wants to learn."

Mu Qingge listening, lips hook hook.

She put down her chopsticks, drank a cup of tea leisurely, passed her mouth and said, "shall we go and have a look?"

This time, Hua Yiran seemed a little reluctant, but she nodded, "OK."

Mr. Cheng and Qin Ziqing obviously came for the son of the censor doctor. As soon as they came, they pushed away the crowd and went in.

The crowd is dense, and everyone is curious about the situation inside. Mu Qingge and Hua Yiran are so angry that they push the crowd away.

As soon as he went in, mu Qingge saw a fat man with big ears and crowded facial features lying on the ground. There was a strong smell of stinky wine on his body. There was a pool of blood on his mouth, breathing very little, and his face was pale. So it seems that he is not as simple as ordinary gastric bleeding.

Mu Qingge thinks so. He looks at Mr. Cheng and Qin Ziqing and finds that their faces are very dignified. Mr. Cheng has been holding the man's wrist to feel his pulse.

Mu Qingge held his forehead and sighed a little.

You can see what's going on when you look at this situation. If you want to explore the pulse, you can use the time to adjust the medicine and feed it. It should have stopped bleeding.

Mu Qingge stood aside for a while, while Mr. Cheng was still exploring his pulse. This almost static movement made mu Qingge feel sleepy inexplicably. He yawned and said: "there's nothing good to see. Let's go."

It's like walking with Hua Yiran.

Just at this time, a middle-aged couple stumbled away from the crowd and ran in. Hua Yiran pulled mu Qingge's clothes and said, "this is the censor and his wife." As soon as the Royal censor and his wife came in, they saw their son spitting blood from his mouth, lying on the ground with no face, shaking like a fallen leaf in the wind.

The censor's wife immediately burst into tears, "Mr. Cheng, I, my son..."

Mr. Cheng's gentle face flashed helplessly and sighed: "this stomach injury is a bad disease. I'm afraid Mr. Cheng can't help it. The degree of the stomach injury is too sudden and too serious..."

"Mr. Cheng, help my son!" The censor and his wife both kneel down to Mr. Cheng. Mr. Cheng quickly supports them and says helplessly: "censor, censor's wife, Cheng doesn't want to save, but such a serious stomach pain. There is really no panacea in the world!" Mu light song smell speech Mou son deep sharp, hands embrace chest of pull pull pull mouth corner.

The censor's wife's face suddenly turned white, and she was about to faint. The censor could help her.

Hua Yiran sighed: "Alas, it's pathetic for a white headed man to send a black headed man."

"There must be something hateful about poor people." Mu light song light way: "don't you just say he is a black sheep, so sympathize with him?"

The censor knew that it was not a good thing. He smelled of wine. His face was swollen, and his lips and skin color were not normal. He knew that he was overindulgent, had too much pleasure, and had too much wine and meat. He had already collapsed.

"The censor is dozens of years old, and he has only one son. Without his son, it is estimated that the family will decline." Mu light song looked at the fat man, eyes a dark, thought, such a person, even if alive, it is estimated that it is no use, I'm afraid it will also tired parents.

"There's nothing to see. Let's go." Mu Qingge leads Hua Yiran away.

Hua Yiran nodded and was led away by mu Qingge. Although she was careless, she was hard hearted and soft hearted. She sighed: "it seems that the yushifu is going to have a funeral this time."

How do you know he will die

"Just now, didn't Mr. Cheng say that he was powerless?" Hua Yiran said, "Mr. Cheng is a miracle doctor. He can't be saved. No one in the world can do this."

Mu Qingge's eyes flashed and didn't answer. He glanced at her: "don't you want the censor to have an accident?"“ The huawangfu in yuzhulin is not really huawangfu. Next to the real huawang mansion, our ancestral tablets are all there. " Hua Yiran thought of something. She bit her lip and said, "my father's birthday is just these two days. Although he can't come back, I always feel very uncomfortable about the funeral next door to his birthday."

As soon as mu Qingge listens to it, he immediately thinks of Hua Yiran's family, which is suddenly thin. He thinks of the huge empty mansion with only her and Hua Lao.

Mu Qingge sighs. When Hua Yiran sits down, she goes out with an excuse. She will be back soon.

As soon as she came back and sat down, Mr. Cheng apologized to the censor and his wife, and then took up the medicine box to leave with Qin Ziqing.

"Mr. Cheng, think of another way, my son..."

Before the words of the censor came down, a seven or eight year old child, who looked very smart, came into the crowd with a smile. In his hand, he held a few medicines of different colors and a medicine bottle. He told the censor: "censor, someone asked me to give these to you."

The censor and his wife looked at the medicine in the child's hand and were stunned, "this, this is..."

"Someone told me that your son has drunk this bottle of liquid medicine now, and it will be ok if he takes it in two quarters of an hour." The child said crisply: "be quick, over a quarter of an hour, your childe will be hopeless."

Mr. Cheng frowned without any trace, and his steps stopped.

The censor and his wife listened to the child's words and immediately reached for the medicine in the child's hand.

But they still dare not rashly believe a child, cold eyebrow dish asked: "this medicine is who gives you?"

"I don't know." The child said, "a sister gave it to me." Then the child "daddada" hopped away.

"This..." the censor and his wife looked at each other, bit their teeth, pulled up the cork of the bottle, bent down to hold up their son's head, and they were about to feed him the medicine.