The Duke's Daughter is Reborn

But there is no time to go there now. The medicine is still being boiled, and Yang Qi really can't leave for the time being.

After thinking for a while, Yang Qi turned around and wrote a note: The medicine is being decocted and will be delivered in half an hour.

Then, Yang Qi imitated what he had done just now, rolled up the paper and wrapped it around the legs of the mechanical bird.

But how can the mechanical bird fly back? Yang Qi looked at the lifelike mechanical bird in front of him and fell into deep thought. If conditions were not limited, Yang Qi really wanted to disassemble the mechanical bird and study it carefully.

No one knew what tricks Mo Chong had done, but Yang Qi wrapped the note around the legs of the mechanical bird. After a while, the mechanical bird automatically flapped its wings and flew into the air, heading towards the main house.

Yang Qi didn't see the mechanical bird when it came just now, but now he can see clearly how the mechanical bird looks in the air. It is extremely agile and its speed is a little faster than that of ordinary birds.

"What a genius."

After today's medicine was prepared, Yang Qi put the medicine in a box and took it to the main room.

"Knock, knock, knock." I don't know if Mo Chong is in the room.

Unlike the previous time when the wooden man came to open the door, this time it was Mo Chong's voice that rang out in the room: "Come in."

Hearing this instruction, Yang Qi smiled. He could finally see the room of the owner of the agency. However, he had to be careful.

Holding the medicine box, Yang Qi entered the house lightly. There were so many traps in the yard. This house was Mo Chong's lair, and he must have put all his efforts into it.

Yang Qi still has a lot of things to do, and now he cherishes his life very much.

The main room is much larger than the pharmacy where Yang Qi works. There are many drawings posted or scattered on the wall and on the floor on the left. I guess this is where Mo Chong does his calculations and designs on a daily basis.

On the right are various kinds of wood, as well as various tools such as bevels, ink lines, planes, bricks, chisels, etc. In the middle is a small wooden building. Could this be a miniature version of the underground base? Quickly retracting his peripheral vision, Yang Qi looked at Mo Chong who was leaning on the chair with his eyes closed.

There was a piece of tiger skin on the chair, and Mo Chong was lying on it, feeling quite comfortable.

As soon as he entered the house, Yang Qi smelled the fragrance of wood products, which made him feel refreshed.

Putting the medicine box on the table next to Mo Chong, Yang Qi leaned forward and said, "Sir, your medicine has arrived. If it is convenient, can I take your pulse today?"

Although the disease can be roughly diagnosed from the appearance, Yang Qi still needs to take the pulse before making a more detailed judgment.

Mo Chong was not surprised by what Yang Qi meant.

Over the years, Mo Chong has seen many famous doctors, both big and small, and he is familiar with the steps these "doctors" use to treat illnesses.

Taking the medicine from Yang Qi's hand, it smelled extremely bitter, but Mo Chong didn't even frown and drank all the medicine in one gulp: "Your medicine is effective."

Although Yang Qi didn't show it on his face, he smiled slyly in his heart. Ever since Mo Chong got the prescription, he must have consulted many doctors, but he was destined to not find the answer.

Because the medicine on this prescription has no effect on Mo Chong's illness at all!

What really works is the pill that is dissolved in the medicine itself.

After receiving Yang Qi's letter and learning about Mo Chong's illness, Zong Yue not only explained his understanding of the disease in the letter, but also attached pills for the eyes.

Yang Qi didn't know if she was lucky, but she brought the pill with her when she went out this time.

As long as this pill takes effect, Mo Chong feels that his vision has recovered a little, and the first step on this road will be taken steadily.

For a master of machinery like Mo Chong, a smart brain, sharp vision and nimble hands are all indispensable.

Without a smart brain, there will be no good ideas flowing like a fountain.

Without nimble hands, all good ideas cannot be replicated.

Without keen vision, it is like a swordsman losing his natal sword. All efforts and talents will collapse overnight.

Gradually losing his vision was like cutting flesh with a blunt knife. Mo Chong must have experienced disbelief and heartbreak repeatedly and was in extreme pain. This feeling was not something that most people could endure.

At this time, when his medicine took effect and improved Mo Chong's precarious vision, Yang Qi was sure that he would be able to live until the arrival of reinforcements from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"You are a man of luck, and Xiaoqi has only done what he can." Yangqi cannot look at these weirdos the same way ordinary people think about them.

"Tell me the conditions." Xiaoqi's prescription is unique. Among so many doctors, not a single one knows the mechanism of the prescription.

Yesterday, Mo Chong found that his eyesight had recovered a little, and he was very excited. This good mood lasted for a whole day, and now, Mo Chong was able to completely suppress his emotions.