Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

Yan Jing's operation was done very well, and Mu Yuanshan applied the ointment he made to the wound, so he recovered very quickly.

It's probably because his feet are getting better and Mu Yuanshan's temper has also improved, and he's not as picky as before.

Yan Wanqing saw Mother Huang who was busy in the kitchen, she walked over lightly, and asked in a low voice that only two people could hear: "Aunt Huang, how is my master's mood recently?"

"It's like a spring breeze."

"oh oh."

That is not bad.

Mu Yuanshan was sitting on the big table in the living room. There were dozens of medicinal herbs in front of him, and Mu Yuanshan was sorting them.

Even though Yan Wanqing was able to lower her voice, Mu Yuanshan still heard it.

"Come in now that you're here, what are you doing sneaking around outside?"

Yan Wanqing's slender body was lying at the door, she looked at Mu Yuanshan who had focused eyes, and smiled mischievously, "Hi, Master, have you missed me recently?"

"Without you bothering me, I don't know how clean my ears are."

"It seems that you miss my trouble, here I come."

Yan Wanqing got up, straightened her clothes, walked over gracefully, and sat down opposite Mu Yuanshan.

In her previous life, she often helped Mu Yuanshan organize medicinal materials, so she got started naturally.

Mu Yuanshan didn't like other people touching his things, he was about to explode when he saw Yan Wanqing's movements, for fear that Yan Wanqing would mess up his medicinal materials.

But he resisted not to have a seizure, observed for a while, and found that Yan Wanqing's movements were very skillful, and even classified all kinds of medicinal materials, which was his preferred way of classification.

Mu Yuanshan looked at Yan Wanqing with complicated eyes, and he never told Yan Wanqing about this.

Yan Wanqing knew what Mu Yuanshan was looking at, and she showed off her success like offering a treasure, "How, is my share okay?"

Mu Yuanshan stubbornly refused to admit it, "That's it."

Yan Wanqing has long known Mu Yuanshan's stubborn character.

She didn't argue with him, and slowly classified the medicinal materials.

"Master, you must not have collected so many herbs because of pure love, right?"

Mu Yuanshan asked angrily: "What is it if you don't like it?"

Yan Wanqing said: "Because you understand Chinese medicine, you clearly know the effect of each medicinal material, and you also know what kind of medicinal effect they will produce when taken together."

"Think too much."

Yan Wanqing curled her lips, "I don't think I think too much, but you think I'm a fool. Is it so difficult to admit that I know medicine?"

Mu Yuanshan continued to play dumb, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Since you don't understand what I'm talking about, let me share with you a patient I saw today."

Although Mu Yuanshan didn't look up, Yan Wanqing knew he was listening.

Yan Wanqing said: "The pulse of the patient I saw today was very weak, showing a sense of death, his tongue coating was white and dark yellow, and the most strange thing, and the thing I couldn't figure out the most, was that he could make animal sounds."

Yan Wanqing raised her eyebrows and asked: "Master Mu, you are very knowledgeable, have you ever seen such a patient?"

Mu Yuanshan raised his head and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Little girl, I can see that, are you trying to trick me?"

Mu Yuanshan can play dumb, and so can she.

Yan Wanqing spread her hands innocently, "I don't have any."

"You'll be damned if you don't."

It's no wonder Mu Yuanshan believed her.

Yan Wanqing said sincerely, "Master, whether you believe me or not, my intention is always good. I want to cure him."

"The patient is 25 years old this year. I heard from his mother that he had a marriage once, but his wife divorced him because of his strange disease. He stays at home every day and dare not go out. Whenever he goes out, he will be pointed at by neighbors. .”

"When I saw him today, he was haggard and dull-eyed. If the disease can no longer be cured, I think he should lose the will to live."

Yan Wanqing was not threatening, or exaggerating.

She saw a dead silence in Han Fang's eyes today.

Seeing Yan Wanqing's sincerity, Mu Yuanshan pursed his lips tightly.

As a doctor, he couldn't do anything about it.

Although he had never seen this type of patient, he could vaguely guess the cause of the disease from Yan Wanqing's description.

Seeing that Mu Yuanshan still didn't let go, Yan Wanqing sighed, "I'll ask my father to contact the doctors at Haishi Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine to see if they have seen this type of patient."

"If they have seen this type of patient, will they come all the way to Zhuang County to find you?"

Mu Yuanshan always hit the nail on the head.

Han's father and Han's mother must have searched all over the famous doctors, but in the end they had no choice but to find her in such a wild way.

Mu Yuanshan didn't want to break the vow he made at the beginning, but he couldn't just watch a young man with a bright future tortured to death by a strange disease.

"Our traditional Chinese medicine focuses on internal adjustment. Don't stare at his strange spots, but start from the inside and adjust his deficient body. Maybe the strange screams will disappear naturally."

Yan Wanqing suddenly realized.

She was puzzled by Han Fang's strange cry, so she kept struggling with this problem and forgot the most fundamental aspect of Chinese medicine.

Yan Wanqing gave a thumbs up, "Master, you are still the best."

Mu Yuanshan was disgusted, "It's not me, it's because you are too weak."

Of course, if he didn't have any real skills, would there be so many brown candies who want to learn medicine from him?
Yan Wanqing rested her chin on both hands, and smiled and pushed forward, "Since I'm so weak, can I ask you to have a look after I write out the prescription?"

"No, I can't read the prescription."

"..."

The stinky old man's arrogance came up again.

Yan Wanqing's doubts were resolved, she ran home happily, and began to think about how to put down the prescription for Han.

knock knock...

"Please come in."

Yan Jing came in with a glass of milk. Seeing Yan Wanqing sitting at the desk, meditating while biting a pen, she said distressedly, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Yan Wanqing gave him a relieved smile, "Don't worry, I've already figured out a treatment plan."

Now she is wondering if the two herbs are a little bold.

Yan Jing doesn't understand traditional Chinese medicine. He can understand the names of medicinal materials, but he doesn't understand their efficacy.

"Okay, drink this glass of milk in a while."

"Okay, thank you Dad."

Yan Wanqing drank the milk while thinking, she basically figured it out, but she still wanted to grind Mu Yuanshan.

Isn't that how feelings are communicated?
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next day
Mother Huang greeted Yan Wanqing happily, "Wanqing, you are here."

"Aunt Huang, is my master there?"

"Your master is trimming his flowers and plants."

Mother Huang pointed to Mu Yuanshan who was sitting on a small bench on the balcony, wearing reading glasses and carefully pruning flowers and plants.

Mu Yuanshan turned around silently, with his back to Yan Wanqing.