alpha female in ancient times

Afraid of losing this job, I dare not take too long vacation.

"Okay, I won't deduct your money for these three days, you remember to come back to work on time." Mo Jia nodded, sure.

"Many... Thank you, my master." The little cook really needed money, and she didn't refuse. She glanced at Mo Jia anxiously, blushed and thanked her, then she lowered her eyes and left politely.

After eating hard for three days, Mo Jia thought that he would soon get rid of the days of worrying about food.Unexpectedly, he was looking forward to the little cook's return on time, but he didn't have time to eat a hot meal, so he waited for the news of her resignation.

"You want to resign, why?" Unlike the last time when she was easy to talk, the little cook clearly heard the annoyance in Mo Jia's words.

She clasped her sides tightly with both hands, trying to hide her nervousness, and said intermittently, "I'm sorry... my boss... someone in the family is sick, and I really can't leave."

"Give you ten more days off, is that enough?" If it wasn't for trying many cooks, they were not satisfied, and Mo Jia really didn't want to force others.

"This..." The little cook looked at people cautiously, and seeing Mo Jia's sincere face, she felt a little embarrassed: "Master," if the young master of the family hadn't been ill for a few days, and the son was too young to handle the matter, The little cook is also unwilling to quit this rare job.

"I'll give you another ten days, and you'll come back after ten days." Mo Jia estimated that in ten days, the disease should be cured, and without waiting for the little cook to speak, he took out half of the money from his pocket and handed it over: "This month You take the wages first."

After receiving the money, the little cook nodded, she agreed temporarily, and before she left, she helped to cook a meal, and then hurried home.

A heavy snow sent the New Year away, and it was the seventh day since that day. Mo Jia had just finished eating a few small dishes packed from Deshan Building, and was about to digest food in the yard, when there was a knock on the door next to his ear.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he got up and went to open the door.

As soon as the door was pushed open, there was a bang, and the little cook who hadn't seen her face for many days knelt in front of him, her eyes flushed.

She kowtowed and broke down in tears and said, "Master, please save my young master, please save my young master."

"Your young master?" Mo Jia was a little confused by her address.Since she is a servant of another family, why did she come to work here?

"Yes..." Nuo replied, momentarily forgetting that she is now the young master's aunt, and when the incident happened suddenly, she could only bite the bullet and explain.

After listening to the little cook tell what happened, Mo Jia was surprised for a moment, he didn't expect that she was actually a family member of Dr. Qi, he thought what a coincidence.

"Boss, I know that I can't ask you for this matter, but there is really no one to ask..." The little cook begged sadly, her body couldn't stop shaking, tears streaming down her face, how could she look at it? How pitiful.

But Mo Jia is a soldier, not a doctor. Looking at the anxious woman kneeling in front of her, she thought for a while and said, "I will go with you to save people. From now on, you will cook three meals a day?"

Nodding indiscriminately, the little cook was worried about the patient at home, fearing that the rescue would not be timely, and the person would disappear, so she didn't think too much about it.

"Let's go." Seeing her agreeing, Mo Jiabao locked the door and walked towards the west city together.

Unlike the East City, the West City can be described as a mixed bag.Mo Jia worked at the dock before, and his income was barely enough to make ends meet, and he lived here for a few months.

The chaos of this place is really not flattering.

When they came to a narrow alley, they walked all the way to the end, and stopped in front of a small courtyard at the foot of the alley. Mo Jia followed the little cook and pushed the door in. At the farthest point, there was a slap the size of a palm, and they were crowded together. There were three or four families.

Mo Jia was secretly surprised, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the little cook with her head bowed in embarrassment, leading him towards one of the rooms.

He sighed, and followed into the house.

A little boy, about five or six years old, was walking towards him. Hearing the sound, he suddenly raised his head.

He was holding a porcelain bowl with a broken mouth in both hands. He didn't know what was in it, but some of it was spilled because of his actions.

He frowned and looked at him, feeling a little distressed, but for a moment, he said excitedly: "Mother, brother just woke up." After finishing speaking, he paid attention to Mo Jia behind him, and half of the foot that had just been stretched out was retracted again.

"Wake up!" Hearing his words, the little cook finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she wasn't completely relieved, she stepped forward and lifted the partition curtain, wanting to go in and have a look.

Qi Yuan, who was lying on the bed, just woke up now.Half of his body was leaning against the cold wall, and his whole body was in a daze due to fever. He felt the wind brought in when the curtain was lifted, and his consciousness completely recovered.

"Aunt Sun?" Due to several days of coughing and a hoarse voice, Qi Yuan was blind in both eyes, so he could only judge who came by feeling.

"I'm a concubine, is the young master better?" Aunt Sun stepped forward and asked with concern.

"It's much better." Before he finished speaking, Qi Yuan coughed violently, and the little boy standing beside him immediately brought the medicine to him and urged him, "Brother, drink the medicine quickly."

"Okay" Qi Yuan took the medicine bowl, his palm was warm, and he sighed secretly, how could he not know the effect of this medicine.

Now that there is not much left in the family, if Aunt Sun and Qi Ge hadn't insisted on this, he would not have made such a bad move.

"This medicine doesn't work" is not a doubt, but an affirmation.

Mo Jia observed Qi Yuan's reaction, and after a little thought, he was able to understand the problem, so he was entrusted to end the matter, and he pointed it out in front of the little cook.

"You nonsense! My elder brother has the best medical skills!" Hearing Mo Jia's questioning about the medicine, Qi Ge widened his eyes angrily, glaring at Mo Jia, his sallow face was flushed purple due to anger.

"Aunt Sun, who is this?" Due to his blindness, Qi Yuan naturally failed to notice that there was suddenly an extra person in the room.

Aunt Sun was worried that Qi Ge would offend Mo Jia because of her slip of the tongue, so she pulled him aside in fright, and while apologizing to Mo Jia, she explained to Qi Yuan: "Master, this is the owner of the house where the concubine works," Xu was worried. Blaming the blame, Aunt Sun continued to add: "The concubine saw that the young master hadn't woken up, so she had no choice but to ask the master to come and help."

After listening to Aunt Sun's explanation, Qi Yuan showed a wry smile, and apologized: "Master, please forgive me for being rude." Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing a few more times, saying intermittently : "I'm all right now."

Mo Jia looked at his whole face because of coughing, and his cheeks seemed to be stained with rouge, which was very red. He knew that he did it deliberately in order not to burden his family, so he didn't blame him, but explained to Xiao Qige: "Your elder brother The prescription he prescribed was not because of his lack of medical skills, but because of the lack of medicinal materials, which could not achieve the effect of curing the disease."

After hearing Mo Jia's words, "Eldest Young Master", Aunt Sun finally understood why Qi Yuan's illness did not heal for a long time. It turned out that it was because the family had no money to buy medicine, which made him change the prescription, thinking that it could be delayed for a few days. It is a few days.

Thinking that Qi Yuan might be gone because of the delay for a few days, leaving only her orphan and widowed mother, Aunt Sun felt desperate for a moment, and now she no longer cared about it, turned around and knelt down towards Mo Jia, crying loudly While kowtowing, they all begged miserably: "Master, please save the young master. Even if I am a concubine, I will have no complaints, as long as you can save the young master."

"Mother!" Qi Ge, who was also frightened at this time, was also pale with fright, only thinking that he could not lose his elder brother, so he imitated Sun and threw himself in front of Mo Jia, crying and kowtow.

Mo Jia was very helpless when he was slammed in front of him, crying and kowtow, fearing that they would get hurt again, he didn't dare to hesitate, and only did a good deed that day.

Going straight to the bed, he stretched out his hands, and firmly lifted Qi Yuan, who was still coughing, from the bed. Ignoring his astonished expression, he threw a sentence at Mrs. Sun: "Follow me" and strode out of the room. Open the door, ignoring the crowds in the yard, and walked outside.

Chapter 3

Out of the alley, Mo Jia saw three or two cart drivers leaning on the side of the mule cart waiting for business, strode up to the front, and put the light-weight man in his arms into the cart steadily.

He threw a bunch of money to the coachman and told him, "Go to the best clinic on the East Street."

The coachman shook the stringed copper coins, laughed and let out a yo-ho, and when Mo Jia got into the car, he waved his whip and yelled: "Guest officer, sit still, drive!" The axle wheel turned and drove steadily towards the East Street .

Qi Yuan barely supported his body and leaned against the wall of the car, coughed a few times, and said with some difficulty: "I don't know your surname?"

"Mo" is different from Donasty, Mo Jia can only temporarily lose his ancestors and change his surname to Mo.

"Mr. Mo, my illness doesn't have to be like this." Qi Yuan didn't know when he would be able to pay off the favor he owed, and he didn't want to cause trouble, not to mention that he was a doctor and knew his situation clearly.

"Okay" Thinking of the disturbance on the street corner last time, Mo Jia didn't really want to go to the pharmacy to find a doctor. On the one hand, he hugged Qi Yuan out to force him. In a small dark room.

Not long after, the mule cart stopped directly at Miaochun Hall, Mo Jia jumped out of the cart, and ordered the store clerk who came up to him to fetch a pen and paper, and asked him to stand aside and listen while taking notes.

Qi Yuan felt weak all over, and Mrs. Sun helped him approach the side of the car, one after another reported several medicines and dosages, and coughed while talking.

Separated by the curtain, the little guy in the pharmacy couldn't see clearly, even though he was curious, he didn't dare to pry into it, especially under Mo Jia's silent and heavy gaze, he didn't dare to act presumptuously.

After writing down every single word, he asked Mo Jia attentively, "Young Master, how many doses of this medicine should you take?"

Cough, cough, the cough stopped abruptly, and a sentence came out lightly from the carriage: "Three pairs are enough."

Mo Jia raised his eyebrows, obviously he had his own idea: "Lead me to see the best doctor in your shop."

The store clerk is the best at reading people, so he naturally knows whose words are useful in this shop, so he bowed his waist and stepped forward to lead the way: "My lord,