Zhou Wu turned his head to glance at Song Ci. Seeing Song Ci's unusually serious expression, he knew that the girl had understood what he meant. "So, do you believe it?"
Song Ci passed the buck and threw the question back to Zhou Wu, "Uncle Zhou, do you believe it?"
Zhou Wu shook off the ash from his cigarette and said, "I didn't believe it before, but now I kind of believe it." He stared at Song Ci's pretty face, which had an unpredictable expression, and smiled, "Do you believe it, or not?"
Song Ci believed it, but when she thought that if Han Zhan was really the reincarnation of Emperor Taiping, then he had loved another woman wholeheartedly in his previous life, and that woman was so outstanding, Song Ci felt uncomfortable.
She snorted coldly and said, "I don't believe it!"
At this time, Mo Zhangkuang walked out of the house and stood in front of his small courtyard. Seeing Song Ci still talking to Zhou Wu, he laughed and scolded, "Song Fei girl, what are you dawdling about? Come up quickly!"
When Song Ci heard Mo Zhangkuang's energetic shout, she quickly threw the lighter to Zhou Wu and said, "Let's go, Uncle Zhou. We'll talk tonight!"
Song Ci rode away on his bicycle.
Zhou Wu bit the cigarette butt, stared at Song Ci's back, and sneered meaningfully.
As soon as Song Ci arrived at Mo Zhangkuang's place, she saw Mo Zhangkuang changing his shoes. "Teacher, are you going out?"
"Go to Xishan." Mo Zhangkuang answered with these three short words, but Song Ci's heart sank.
What were they going to do in Xishan? It was obviously not to pick the Qiling Fruit.
Song Ci followed Mo Zhangkuang to Xishan with a heavy heart. On the way there, Mo Zhangkuang took a white jade Guanyin bottle from the antique shelf.
Mo Zhangkuang took Song Ci into the back of Xishan Mountain. After turning on the lights, Mo Zhangkuang led Song Ci directly to the corridor on the second floor and stood at the door of the cell where Grandma Yao was imprisoned.
Nangong Yingying sat on the bed, her back against the wall, her head lowered. It was unclear whether she was sleeping or had fainted from feeling unwell.
Among the prescriptions that Mo Zhangkuang gave to Song Ci, there was a medicine that required the blood of a pharmacist, but he found that Song Ci had never come to collect the blood.
As the young master of the Mo family, Song Ci couldn't be so soft-hearted. If she didn't come, Mo Zhangkuang would have no choice but to bring her along.
Mo Zhangkuang stuffed the Guanyin bottle into Song Ci's arms, and said in a domineering tone that did not allow for argument, "Song Fei, go get the blood!"
Song Ci hurriedly grasped the Guanyin bottle tightly, feeling that the jade bottle in his hand was particularly cold.
Seeing that Song Ci hadn't made any move, Mo Zhangkuang couldn't help but sneer and asked, "What? Can't bear it anymore?"
Song Ci admitted directly, "Yes, I thought that a doctor's duty is to save lives. Teacher, it is difficult for me to accept what you asked me to do."
Song Ci openly questioned Mo Zhangkuang's behavior, which was actually in line with her identity.
After all, she was a virus expert who used to save humanity. Now asking her to take a woman's blood to make medicine was tantamount to murdering a life.
It would be strange if 'Song Fei' was willing to do it.
Mo Zhangkuang also understood that it would be difficult to get Song Fei to agree with their ideas and correct her attitude towards medicine men.
But all the well-known medicines produced by the Mo tribe require the blood of the medicine man, so she had to do this.
Mo Zhangkuang gently placed his wrinkled hand on Song Ci's shoulder and said earnestly, "Song Fei, you have to understand that if you hurt one person, you can save countless others. It's worth it."
"I know you won't approve of our approach, but when you see those who have been suffering from illness and have lived in pain all their lives regaining their health after taking my Mo family's medicine, you will know that it's all worth it."
"Song Fei." Mo Zhangkuang pinched Song Ci's thin shoulders and told her: "As the young master of the Mo family, you must do this!"
Song Ci lowered his head and looked at his expression. It seemed that he had been successfully persuaded by Mo Zhangkuang.
When Mo Zhangkuang said this, Nangong Yingying finally raised her head. She stared at Song Ci and Mo Zhangkuang with her cloudy old eyes. Her lips trembled for a moment before she sneered and cursed, "Old dog."
"Listen, you're always talking about benevolence, morality, and boundless love. How ironic!"
"You need to use my blood to improve the efficacy of the medicine. This only proves that your Mo family's medical skills are not high enough! The Mo family is nothing more than a group of evil demons!"
When Mo Zhangkuang heard Nangong Yingying's words, he was afraid that her words would affect Song Ci's mood, so he pushed Song Ci hard and pushed her into the cage. "Song Fei, hurry up, you won't accomplish anything if you dawdle!"
Song Ci staggered a few steps before he stood firm.
She stood in front of Grandma Yao, blocking Mo Zhangkuang's gaze from behind. Song Ci stared at Grandma Yao with tears in her eyes, and her hand holding the jade bottle was shaking.
Nangong Yingying looked at her with eyes full of love.
Song Ci said very quietly: "Grandma, I'm sorry..."
Nangong Yingying understood Song Ci's lip movements. She was afraid that Song Ci would be too soft-hearted to kill her, and that Mo Zhangkuang would discover her identity as a medicine man. With a ruthless heart, Nangong Yingying moved her lips and cheeks a few times, then opened her mouth and forcefully spat at Song Ci!
"Pooh!"
Song Ci was stunned, and then she heard Nangong Yingying angrily cursing, "You are not a good person to be able to worship that beast Mo Zhangkuang as your master! The little girl looks decent, but she is heartless!"
"Come on, you bastard, suck my old woman's blood!" Nangong Yingying's voice sounded full of anger, but the look in her eyes when she looked at Song Ci was loving and tolerant.
After cursing, Nangong Yingying silently lip-read to Song Ci: "Kid, do it."
Song Ci understood her grandmother's lip language, and her heart ached. She wanted to turn around and stab Mo Zhangkuang to death, but she knew very well that killing Mo Zhangkuang alone would not save her grandmother.
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