Chu Chuyan looked her up and down: "May I ask how old Mr. Yu is this year?"

Siyu raised her eyebrows: "I'll be nineteen next year, I'm just too young."

A medical student is too young to be underestimated, but she does not dare to exaggerate her age to be in her twenties casually. To exaggerate her age by four years is already the limit.

After all, with this outfit, because of her slender figure, she looks two years younger than her actual age, thirteen or fourteen years old.

That's why the old man with the white beard just scolded her one after another.

Chu Chuyan nodded: "Brother Tai is indeed too young, it is far from obvious that you are nineteen this year."

"Sea water can't be measured, and people can't be judged by their appearance." Afraid that he wouldn't believe it, Siyu continued: "I started to know medicinal materials when I was two years old, and at that time, I started to study medicine.

After studying medicine for more than ten years, I can still heal your injury. "

After a pause, Siyu said again: "The prescriptions that have been handed down by your ancestors for several generations are indeed outdated. Some medicinal materials have obvious medicinal properties and can be replaced by better medicinal materials, but you still stick to the old pharmacy. If you know how to improve this prescription, it’s really a quack doctor who misleads people and sticks to the rules.”

After finishing speaking, Mo Siyu went outside: "Believe it or not, I'm up to you. Anyway, the prescription has been given to you. Which prescription you use is your own business."

After Chu Chuyan watched Mo Siyu leave, he thought for a moment, then lay down on the bed holding the prescription given by Siyu...

Mo Siyu left the bedroom, and when he arrived at the yard, he saw Yun Shiliu sitting on a chair cracking melon seeds, and the table was already full of melon seeds.

Hearing the movement, Yun Shiliu raised his eyelids and saw that his young lady finally came out, and threw the melon seed skin into the burning stove. The fire suddenly rose and burned the melon seed skin.

Yun Shiliu looked at Siyu with a little dissatisfaction in his eyes: "Young master has been in for a long time, why did I hear that there was a commotion inside?"

Siyu smiled and walked to Yun Shiliu's side: "Someone questioned my medical skills, of course I have to defend myself."

Yun Shiliu is a protectionist, "Someone dares to question your medical skills, young master. This is not to question Xiao..."

Yun Shiliu shut his mouth in good time.

Siyu and Yun Shiliu walked out side by side: "Now go to another courtyard where the wounded are arranged."

When he opened the courtyard door, Duan Changyu was inspecting the body of the deceased. Seeing Siyu coming over, he said, "Although some people's lives were saved, the wounds festered so badly that the doctors in the temple were helpless."

He pointed to the corpse covered with a white cloth: "I heard that this person was fine last night, but suddenly died this morning."

Siyu removed the white cloth covering the dead man's face, stared at the dark face of the dead man for a long time, and narrowed his eyes.

After looking at it for a while, she suddenly pulled out the dagger from her bosom, and the sharp blade flickered with a cold and sharp light.

Yun Shiliu asked, "Master, what are you going to do?"

"Dissect the corpse." Siyu's slender fingers pressed down from the face of the corpse little by little, and landed on the place where the person's heart was.

The wounded people in the yard looked at Mo Siyu as if they were looking at a demon, trembling. Is this doctor planning to not spare even the dead?

Yun Shiliu stood in Siyu's body: "Is there anything I can help you, Master?"

"Find a piece of stewed pork, the one with a particularly strong meat flavor." Siyu said, "Stand far away, don't get too close to the corpse."

Duan Changyu ordered everyone to retreat.