Early the next morning, An Yi entered the woodshed with a smile, carrying fragrant toon sprout egg pancakes and peanut and chrysanthemum salty soup.
"Thirteenth Master, did you sleep well last night? Take a look at this breakfast and see if it suits your taste?" An Yi put the food on the table.
Feng Qingchen looked at it lightly, stretched out her arms, and An Yi quickly served the salty soup.
"This salty peanut and chrysanthemum soup is first made with fried chopped peanuts, stirred with white flour and boiled, and then added chrysanthemum when it's out of the pot. It has a fragrant taste. It can cleanse the blood and nourish the heart, moisten the lungs and reduce phlegm, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis. , the swelling-reducing effect is most suitable for my current body!" An Yi said, stirring it with a wooden spoon, and after it cooled, he put it in front of Feng Qingchen, "My arm should be almost done, right? No need for me to feed it. Alright?"
Feng Qingchen nodded lightly and took the soup bowl.
Anyi quickly turned around and took out another Chinese toon egg pancake: "This Chinese toon egg pancake? It can wake up the spleen and whet the appetite!"
Feng Qingchen ate slowly, while An Yi just held it. When he lowered his head occasionally, he couldn't help curling his lips and rolling his eyes.
Today's medicinal book must be written. Otherwise, how could a medicinal book worth one hundred taels of silver be written so easily?
After eating, Feng Qingchen handed the bowl and chopsticks to An Yi, who quickly took them.
"Thirteenth Master, here are pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Can you please take a look and see if you can start?" An Yi also specially moved the only table in her room, just waiting for the uncle to write.
Under An Yi's eager eyes, Feng Qingchen nodded slowly.
An Yi quickly took out a pen and paper and gave it to Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen looked at the pen and felt a little disgusted.
"This is the best paper and pen you can buy in town!" An Yi said quickly. In order to make her "Medical Book handed down from ancient times" look more high-end, she also spent money!
"It seems that this book is very important to you!" Feng Qingchen glanced at An Yi.
Isn’t this nonsense? It’s not important, but I’m begging you! An Yi rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything, fearing that this man would be more domineering if he said it was important.
"My arm is injured, if it's just a dispensable book..." Feng Qingchen pondered for a moment, with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"Thirteenth Master, this book is very important. I rely on this book to live and work!" An Yi quickly begged for mercy. A good girl will not suffer the immediate loss. At most, she will apply some itching medicine on his wound in a while. Although this is against her medical ethics, who is it? This person is so annoying! As a patient, I have no self-consciousness at all and dare to threaten the doctor...
Anyi gritted her teeth with hatred.
"In that case, I will help you, even though my arm hurts!" Feng Qingchen sighed and pulled up his sleeves. There was still the largest wound on his right arm that had not healed. It looked particularly special on the cold jade-like skin. Shocking.
An Yi sighed inwardly and gave up the bad idea of drugging him. Forget it, he is a patient and she is a doctor. Bear with it. When he recovers, don't be greedy for good luck. Send him away quickly. !
An Yi made up his mind and said with a smile, "Thank you, Thirteenth Master!"
Feng Qingchen was stained with ink, raised her eyes and asked, "What's the title of the book?"
"The Anjia Medical School's traditional Chinese medicine processing skills!" An Yi said proudly.
Outside the woodshed, Mrs. Liu Sun was bringing a pitcher of water. When she heard the word Anjia, her heart tightened, and the pitcher suddenly fell to the ground and smashed into pieces.
