As soon as this idea came into his mind, Mu Xingzhi sneered in his heart: How is that possible? What is he thinking about in Tianma Xingkong? As the saying goes, there is no king in the world. Su Qingluan is just a bit independent, how could he...
"What are you thinking about?" Su Qingluan waved her hand in front of Mu Xingzhi.
Mu Xingzhi came back to his senses and smiled calmly: "It's nothing, it's just that Qingluan, you obviously don't believe in gods, Buddhas and ghosts, so why are you so surprised that I don't believe in ghosts and gods?"
He once believed in gods, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and ghosts. Believe in cause and effect and reincarnation, believe in evil retribution.
However, nothing happened, the damned ones were dead and the damned ones were still alive.
Then, Mu Xingzhi understood that there were no gods or Buddhas in the world who could uphold justice for him, and there were no gods descended from heaven to help him escape from the sea of fire. You can’t rely on anyone but yourself.
Naturally, Su Qingluan didn't know what Mu Xingzhi was thinking, and she only cursed in her heart: Of course I'm surprised. I don't believe it because I received atheistic education since childhood, but it's obvious that Mu Xingzhi is impossible.
Of course, Su Qingluan couldn't tell the truth, so he started to talk nonsense: "The main reason is that they all say that there are ghosts, gods and bodhisattvas. I have seen so many magic sticks and goddesses claiming to be able to channel spirits, but it seems that they are all liars - —I exposed a liar at a friend's house before." This sentence is indeed true.
"So," Su Qingluan shrugged, "It is said that the child has strange powers and deranges the spirit without words, and everyone seems to be keeping it secret. However, after careful investigation, none of them are worthy of scrutiny. The more times they are used, the more they naturally stop believing it."
After saying that, she secretly glanced at Mu Xingzhi.
The other party didn't know whether he believed it or not, but he didn't ask further.
But talking about the "anti-counterfeiting" experience at Liu Yun's mother's house, Su Qingluan suddenly remembered what she wanted to ask Mu Xingzhi before.
"Mu Xingzhi, do you still keep the prescription you gave me for consultation before?"
Hearing Su Qingluan's question, Mu Xingzhi paused slightly as he originally wanted to take the portrait off the drawing board. Not sure if it was his own misunderstanding, Su Qingluan always felt that the other person's expression became very subtle in an instant.
"What?" Su Qingluan was not a fool. Naturally, she noticed Mu Xingzhi's sudden behavior. She stood up straight and looked over, "What's the question I asked?"
"No, it's just a little strange." Mu Xingshang looked Su Qingluan up and down, "Looking at your complexion, you should have improved. What else do you want to do with that prescription?"
Su Qingluan said half-truthfully: "Your prescription is quite effective in curing the disease. I thought if I take it back and get sick again one day, wouldn't it be better to just follow the prescription and take the medicine?"
"Nonsense!" Mu Xingzhi frowned and whispered, "The prescription is not a panacea, how can you just grab it and take it?"
Su Qingluan shrugged: "I know, so next time I will also catch a cold... Well, a cold..." Wait, what do you mean by cold in this era? She has a dark eye on matters related to traditional Chinese medicine!
Mu Xingzhi looked at her inability to express her words and shook his head: "Even if your symptoms are the same next time, it doesn't mean they are the same disease. They all seem to have fever, cough or runny nose and fatigue, but they are also divided into fever and cold. Fever syndrome is further divided into actual cold and deficiency cold, and fever syndrome is further divided into..."
"Stop, stop, stop, master, stop reading..." Su Qingluan was completely dizzy, "In short, if you don't diagnose your pulse, you can't use that prescription at will?"
Mu Xingzhi nodded: "Even if it is the same person, the reasons for getting sick every time are different. So even if the symptoms are the same on the surface, they may not take the same prescription."
"Wow~" Su Qingluan sighed, "Although you don't practice medicine, you are really no worse than those doctors who do it!" Su Qingluan has even heard of many doctors who use evil methods such as "exorcism" and "bloodletting" Treating people - of course, such a low-class doctor cannot be from Huichun Hall, but it's not like no one comes to seek medical treatment!
Needless to say, just relying on Mu Xing's medicine to cure diseases is at least much better than those two-handed swordsmen.
Mu Xingzhi smiled and said: "A long-term illness will naturally become a cure."
Su Qingluan originally wanted to say that your bad behavior was not just an act of pretense? But she thought of Mu Xingzhi's too pale face and fingertips that never warmed up.
Thinking of this, she sighed heavily: "It's really not easy for you."
"So who is it?" Mu Xingzhi suddenly asked from outside.
"What?" Su Qingluan didn't respond.
"Prescription, why do you want it?" Mu Xingzhi's eyes looked at Su Qingluan, as if he could see through her, "If it is not necessary, you are not the person who would go out of your way to bother me."
Su Qingluan's heart skipped a beat and she said unconvinced, "Am I just doing it for myself just in case?"
"Taking a little bit of the decoction is like drinking poison," Mu Xingzhi snorted coldly, "How can such a person prepare a prescription?"
Su Qingluan: ...can't refute.
Anyway, she didn't really intend to hide anything, so she simply told the truth: "I have a friend who took care of me when I was sick, and then he got over it. I thought since it was my illness When it comes to her, it should be okay to use a medicine for convenience, right?"
In fact, what Su Qingluan thought was simpler than what she said. She didn't think at all that "we all had the same illness, so we took the same medicine." Instead, "we all had colds anyway, so just like in modern times, wouldn't it be good to prescribe cold medicine? Since Mu Xingzhi prescribed it to her The prescription works for me, so naturally it will work for Liu Yunniang as well."
Mu Xingzhi shook his head when he heard this: "Even for the same disease, everyone's constitution is different and the medicinal materials they need will be different. If you don't know the patient's constitution, you can't prescribe medicine randomly."
Su Qingluan nodded when she heard this: "I see." In this case, she would wait until tomorrow to go to the Liu family and suggest that they let Liu Yunniang have a look at the Huichun Hall - so far, except for Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan felt that it was the Huichun Hall. The doctor in the hall is a little more reliable.
When Su Qingluan went to the Liu family the next day, she found that the Liu family had already hired a doctor from Huichun Hall for Yun Niang.
"Although we spent a lot of money, we can still make money if we don't have it. What hope do we have for the rest of our lives without our lives?" Liu Sheng said with a smile.
"Have you taken the medicine?" Su Qingluan asked.
"The prescription has been prescribed, but we haven't caught him yet," Mrs. Xi looked at Su Qingluan, "I will go sell cooking cakes later, and I will catch them immediately. I will cook the medicine for Yun Niang to drink at night."
Su Qingluan frowned: "But wouldn't it be better to drink the medicine earlier? Otherwise, should I go get the medicine and come back?"
"But..." Mrs. Xi and Liu Sheng both hesitated.
"Yun Niang is my friend, isn't it natural for her to run errands for her friends?" With that said, Su Qingluan took the prescription and ran towards the pharmacy.
