Chapter 3088

That night, Mo Siyu and Sun Qing stayed in the pharmacy together.

After Chu Chuyan finished dealing with the matter at hand, when he returned to the bedroom, he saw that the inside was pitch black, and the sheets and quilts were neatly folded without any wrinkles. He couldn't help but wonder:

It's so late, if it was in the past, Brother Yu would have lay down to see Duke Zhou long ago.

What's going on today?

He turned around and went out, and asked the guard not far away, "Have you seen Brother Yu come back?"

The guard replied: "Never."

Chu Chuyan thought about it, Mo Siyu has been in the pharmacy for the past few days, is it possible that he is still in the pharmacy now?

When Chu Chuyan stepped into the pharmacy, he saw bright lights inside. On the long black patent leather table in the pharmacy, there was a lotus stand, and five or six red candles were burning on the lotus stand.

Pigskins were placed at one end of the long table. Sun Qing took the gold needles, murmured, and kept piercing the needles into the pigskins, and then pulled them out...

As for Mo Siyu, propping his head in one hand and holding a pen in the other, he was writing something quickly.

The two concentrated their minds and focused carefully.

She didn't even realize that Chu Chuyan was standing behind her.

Mo Siyu raised his head suddenly when a shadow fell down and the familiar cold fragrance burst into his breath.

Her head hit his chin, and Mo Siyu grinned in pain, covered her head, and complained, "Brother Yan, why is he so quiet, you don't even make a sound when you walk? It almost scared me."

Chu Chuyan touched his chin, which was also hurt by the impact: "It's already the third watch. Brother Yu hasn't gone to rest yet, so I'll come over and have a look."

Mo Siyu glanced at the hourglass, turned to see that Sun Qing's eyes were red from staying up all night, and said, "Don't be in a hurry, go back to your room and rest, I'm going back too."

Sun Qing stood up and began to tidy up the things on the table.

Mo Siyu walked out with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his arms: "Time flies so fast, I didn't expect it to be so late."

Chu Chuyan walked beside her, stared at her profile, and said thoughtfully: "Yes, in a few days, I will send Brother Yu back to Jincheng.

It's really... a bit reluctant. "

Back in the bedroom, Chu Chuyan lit a charcoal fire, went to the ear room to wash his face, and then began to make the bed: "It's getting late, let's go to bed early."

Sitting at the table, Mo Siyu continued to write vigorously: "Brother Yan, go to bed first, I'm leaving soon, I'm afraid I won't be able to record all these prescriptions, so it's a good idea to write more..."

Seeing that she refused to rest, Chu Chuyan thought she would delay for a while, so he lay on the bed by himself: "Well, you come up earlier."

"En." Mo Siyu didn't lift his head.

Chu Chuyan turned sideways, stared at the person sitting at the table for a while, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

The dream was full of strange things, and Chu Chuyan slept extremely restlessly.

When I woke up and opened my eyes, it was hazy outside the window, and the temperature in the room gradually dropped.

The candle was almost out.

Mo Siyu was lying on the desk, already asleep.

Chu Chuyan immediately got up from the bed, walked to the table, touched her hand, it was cold to the touch, then picked her up and put her on the bed.

Mo Siyu touched the bed, turned over, and muttered: "Mother..."

Chu Chuyan: "..."

He walked to the table and was a little surprised to see that there were many prescriptions recorded on the thick stack of paper.

In less than one night, more than 20 prescriptions were recorded. Could it be that Brother Yu planned to record more than 100 prescriptions within seven days?

A prescription is the foundation of a doctor, so if it is recorded so easily, if it is accidentally taken by someone else, isn't it equivalent to wasting all your hard work?