Mo Zhangkuang said, "Of course, only the wife of each family head has the qualifications to clean and tidy up this house."
Song Ci nodded and said, "Mrs. Mo must have worked very hard."
"She's only responsible for this one thing, so it's not that hard."
Mo Zhangkuang took out a few prescriptions. These were from ancient pharmacies, and the handwriting on them was written with a brush. Mo Zhangkuang said to Song Ci, "Memorize these prescriptions. I will put them back to their original place."
It is a rule that prescriptions should not be taken out.
"Okay, teacher."
Those were several pharmacies that treated infertility and paralysis. One of the infertility prescriptions required the blood of the pharmacist.
Song Ci had a naturally good memory for Chinese medicine, and in less than three minutes, she had memorized the prescription. After putting the prescription back where it belonged, Mo Zhangkuang took Song Ci and left Shensi Tower.
"I want you to make pills according to the prescription within a week." Mo Zhangkuang began to assign tasks to Song Ci.
Song Ci subconsciously asked, "Don't tell me I have to wait until I have made all the prescriptions before I can become the head of the Mo family?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mo Zhangkuang laughed in a bad mood. He said, "The current head of the family, Sui Xin, has not yet been able to make all those medicines. My Mo family has a history of 600 years. The pharmacy has been well preserved for generations, with a total of more than 60,000 prescriptions. How can we make all of them?"
"Even I still have many prescriptions that I haven't studied yet."
Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, I thought I had to make all the prescriptions."
"Child's thoughts."
"Okay, let's go make the medicine. If you have any questions, you can ask me."
"Okay, teacher."
Song Ci went to the pharmacy, asked the manager for all the herbs needed for the prescription, and then began to make medicine.
In the evening, when Song Ci walked out of the pharmacy, he heard the sound of a plane flying low overhead.
She was puzzled and thought: Which big shot has come to the Mo tribe to ask for medicine?
Song Ci looked up in the direction of Shensi Building and saw a luxury private plane hovering over the square in front of Shensi Building, preparing to circle and land.
The Mo family has a small helipad, which was built free of charge by the state because there are always important people who come to the Mo family for medical treatment.
When Song Ci returned to the dormitory building, Zhou Wu grabbed her and asked, "Why didn't you go to pick someone up?" Zhou Wu lowered his voice and spoke to her.
Song Ci was a little confused. She asked, "Who are you picking up?"
Friday said: "Your husband, isn't your husband here?"
Song Dynasty porcelain is:?
Her husband?
Song Ci blinked, understood what Zhou Wu meant, turned around and ran towards where the cable car was parked.
When Song Ci arrived at Shensi Building by cable car and ran to the helipad, Han Zhan had already gotten off the plane and was talking to the head of the Mo family.
In early spring in March, Han Zhan wore a loose dark blue shirt, light gray casual suit pants, and only a thin windbreaker over his crisp outer body.
He stayed in Country D for more than a week, got a little tanned, and recuperated for a few days after returning home. He hasn't even returned white yet.
Han Zhan's injuries recovered quickly, but the gunshot wound on his calf was growing flesh, making it painful when he walked and uncomfortable to stand for a long time.
When Song Ci saw Han Zhan, Han Zhan's standing posture was not very standard. His injured left leg was slightly lifted, but he didn't use much force.
After Han Zhan finished talking to Mo Suixin, he looked up and saw his Song Dynasty porcelain.
Song Ci had just walked out of the pharmacy. She was wearing the Mo family's pitch-black school uniform, her long hair tied into a high ponytail, her face was plain and without makeup, but she was still beautiful despite her natural beauty.
Seeing that Song Ci had lost some weight but was still full of energy, Han Zhan finally felt relieved.
Han Zhan wanted to hug Song Ci, and Song Ci also wanted to rush over to hug Han Zhan. She had already taken a step forward when she realized that her current identity was Song Fei!
When Song Ci saw Song Fei behind Han Zhan, she suddenly came to her senses.
Han Zhan gave Song Ci a reassuring look, then nodded and said, "Sister Fei, I heard that you got first place in the exam and were accepted as the last disciple by Patriarch Mo, becoming the Young Master of the Mo Family. Congratulations!"
Han Zhan felt proud when he thought that his porcelain treasure had defeated all the geniuses of the Mo family.
Song Ci always put on a smiling face when she saw Han Zhan, but now she was playing the role of Song Fei, so she could only deliberately put on a stern face, walked up to Han Zhan with a cold face, and said in an unfathomable way: "There's nothing I can do, you're too smart."
Han Zhan was laughing like crazy in his heart, but his handsome face remained tense.
"Mr. Han, it's cold outside at night. Please follow me to the valley for a chat."
"good."
Han Zhan took Song Fei and Mo Suixin to the valley together, probably because they had something to discuss. Song Ci did not follow them. She returned to her room alone, took a hot bath, and then lay down to rest.
After staying in the pharmacy for seven or eight hours, Song Ci was very tired and fell asleep soon after lying down.
Song Ci didn't know how long she had slept, but her face felt a little itchy. She opened her eyes reluctantly and found Han Zhan sitting beside her bed, stroking her face.
Song Ci subconsciously glanced behind Han Zhan, but didn't see Song Fei, so she asked, "Where's Song Fei?"
"Sent away."
"So where is she sleeping tonight?"
"She's in my room now." Han Zhan pulled Song Ci up and said, "Come on, go to my room and sleep."
Song Ci was taken to another room by Han Zhan in a daze, and Song Fei was sitting at the tea table in that room. Seeing Han Zhan leading Song Ci over, Song Fei stood up and said goodbye.
A long separation is better than a new marriage. The couple will definitely have a wedding party tonight.
Song Fei returned to her room and closed all the windows, fearing that she might hear any ambiguous noises.
After Han Zhan tucked Song Ci into the quilt, he also took off his clothes and lay down next to Song Ci.
He had showered on the plane and didn't need to shower now.
Song Ci had already woken up from her doze. She had been separated from Han Zhan for so long and she missed him very much. Also, she was worried about Han Zhan's injury and didn't want to sleep at all.
Song Ci sat up and clamored to see Han Zhan's wounds. Han Zhan said, "One on my arm and one on my calf. Should I take off my clothes and pants to show you, or roll up my sleeves and trousers to show you?"
Han Zhan's expression was serious, but his tone was frivolous.
Song Ci said politely, "Hello, Meng Lang."
Han Zhan: "Speak human language."
Song Ci: "You are a hooligan!"
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