As a client involved in the diagnosis and treatment, Mu Xingzhi knew from the very beginning how accurate the medical record Su Qingluan recounted was - not just accurate, but very detailed. If he hadn't been sure that the entire piece of paper was with him and no one present could fully recount the situation to Su Qingluan, Mu Xingzhi would have felt that the girl in front of him was cheating.
However, the facts are right in front of him. Su Qingluan used a thin piece of paper to record such a huge amount of information. All the texts that were restored were necessary content involved in pulse diagnosis - Su Qingluan even filtered out some information that was inaccurate due to Wen Po's improper relaying or other reasons.
At this time, Song Bo opened the door and came in. He replaced the tea that had just been served and poured a new one, and even brought two hand stoves.
After all, the huge front hall is very empty. Although there is a charcoal pot for burning, it is a drop in the bucket compared to the "air leakage from all sides" pattern.
Just now, I could use hot tea as a hand stove to warm my fingers from freezing, but it had been almost half an hour, and the steaming tea bowl had already gone cold.
Su Qingluan held the hand warmer in her arms as if she had found a treasure. This hand stove is bronze in color and has an ancient shape. It is not as exquisite as the one I got from Xie Mansion before, nor does it have so many complicated hollow patterns.
However, she has always been a pragmatist. No matter what the appearance is, Su Qingluan will not be picky about appearance as long as it can also have a hand-warming effect.
After Mu Xingzhi waited for the ink on the last piece of paper to dry, he lifted the stack of paper and handed it to Song Bo: "Take a look."
Songbo put down the cold tea that he had planned to take away without knowing why, and picked up the pile of paper. At first, he just looked at it calmly. Later, his expression became more and more surprised, and he kept switching between the words on the paper and Su Qingluan's face.
After a long while, when Songbo had read through all the five or six pieces of paper, he asked with dumbfounded eyes: "This...is this all compiled by Mrs. Su?"
Mu Xingzhi faced Song Bo's disbelieving expression and said pointedly: "I was only responsible for recording. I didn't write a single word that Qingluan said."
"This..." Song Bo quickly took a few steps forward and took over the thin "Heavenly Book" that Su Qingluan had placed on the table in front of him. No matter how he looked at it, there were some different chapters that he couldn't understand at all. "Ghost Drawing Talisman".
The reason why they are called "ghost-drawing symbols" is because in Songbo's view, many of the so-called "handwritings" are not words at all, but are hooks and curves that he has never seen before.
If Su Qingluan had the ability to read minds, she would know why Songbo felt this way - because in order to save time when taking shorthand, she wrote too many proper nouns with too many strokes, or she didn't even know which ones they were. For nouns, either pinyin or initials are used, and even mixed with Arabic numerals and some simple symbols. Naturally, in this era where there are no punctuation marks, it can be regarded as a "ghost painting".
"What an incredible skill!" Song Bo did not hide his excitement and admiration, "It is unimaginable that Madam Su could memorize all this information just by listening!"
Su Qingluan felt a little embarrassed to be praised so straightforwardly. She scratched her head and said honestly: "Actually, this kind of thing is not difficult, because every time that Wen Po comes out to ask Mu Xingzhi, she has to go in for a long time. This gap can just be used to record the short piece of information just now."
Even if she doesn't have any professional background in Chinese medicine, after all, she still has the skills that she has been "trained" by exams and various university teachers for a long time.
What's more, the teacher or other people who need you to sort out the information will not say a paragraph like this time and wait for you to sort out all the information before continuing.
Song Bo waved his hands repeatedly: "Ms. Su is too modest. I have never seen anything that can record such complex information in such a quick and simple way."
Of course, some people who have undergone special training or have particularly good memory will have the ability to "never forget". However, it is obvious that Su Qingluan does not belong to either of the two. He only uses simple and clear words. Record and transcribe a large amount of information.
Su Qingluan shook his head: "I have seen truly 'miraculous skills' when others are speaking. They can immediately convert these words into another language and record them. There’s not even a pause in between. Compared to these people, I’m far behind.”
"There is such a powerful person!" Song Bo took a breath of air, "I wonder where Madam Su has seen such a god. Can you introduce him to us?"
Although Mu Xingzhi was not as eager as Song Bo, he followed him and looked over, obviously very interested.
Su Qingluan shook her head: "I only saw it once by chance, and I am not familiar with the other party." What she was talking about was the simultaneous interpreters and translators who took notes of transnational meetings in her previous life. Stenographer.
Of course, on some occasions, it is not that she has never seen a master who can perform interpretation and stenography at the same time, but any kind of talent is a matter of the previous life. In this life, unless there is the kind of machine that can transcend time and space at the same time, Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to bring this kind of person over anyway!
Dispelling some of Songbo's unrealistic fantasies, Su Qingluan pointed to the thin piece of paper in her hand and said: "Although I don't have the ability to instantly switch languages or really have the powerful ability to record information, I do. It’s very commonly used and easy to use, you can try it.”
"Eh?" Song Bo was stunned and even Mu Xingzhi showed a dazed expression, and even looked at each other without any trace.
Su Qingluan looked at the two people opposite him. Not only did they not show happy expressions, but they looked at themselves as if they were stupid. Instead, they felt a little strange: "What's wrong with you?"
"Ah, no..." Song Bo came back to his senses, "I just didn't expect Mrs. Su to tell us such an important skill so easily..."
The corners of Su Qingluan's mouth twitched: Why do these words sound so deserving of beating? It’s like getting a bargain but still being good!
"So, you still dislike me for not asking for reward?" Su Qingluan rolled her eyes angrily, "Then I have to think carefully about what I want."
Really! She originally thought that although Mu Xingzhi was not strictly saving her family this time, he could still be considered her friend. What's more important is that this time the "client" is herself. If the other party refuses to help for any reason, that is completely natural.
But Mu Xingzhi took action and snatched Sun Guixiang back from the Palace of Hell. Not to mention the Li family's immense gratitude to Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan himself also accepted a favor.
What's more, she thought that this "shorthand" method was not a very difficult skill, but she explained it specifically because the other party might need it. As a result, the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but even doubted her motives. What is the plot of June Snow!
This is simply unreasonable!
