As someone who had participated in the diagnosis and treatment, Mu Xingzhi knew from the very beginning how accurate Su Qingluan's recounting of the medical history was—not just accurate, but also extremely detailed. If he hadn't been sure that he had the entire sheet of paper, and that no one present could fully recount the situation for Su Qingluan, Mu Xingzhi would have thought the girl in front of him was cheating.
However, the facts were starkly clear. Su Qingluan had managed to record such a vast amount of information on a thin sheet of paper. All the text she had recovered was essential for a pulse diagnosis—Su Qingluan had even filtered out any inaccuracies caused by the midwife's misrepresentation or other reasons.
At this time, Song Bo pushed the door open and came in. He replaced the tea that had just been served, poured new tea, and even brought out two hand warmers.
After all, the huge front hall was very empty. Although there was a charcoal brazier burning, it was a drop in the bucket compared to the "draft leaking from all sides" layout.
Just now, I could use hot tea as a hand warmer to keep my fingers from freezing, but it has been almost half an hour now, and the steaming tea bowl has long since gone cold.
Su Qingluan held the hand warmer in her arms as if it were a treasure. This hand warmer was bronze in color and had an ancient shape. It was not as exquisite as the one she had gotten from Xie Mansion before, nor did it have as many complicated hollow patterns.
However, she has always been a pragmatist. No matter what it looks like on the surface, as long as it can warm her hands, Su Qingluan will not be picky about the appearance.
After waiting for the ink on the last sheet of paper to dry, Mu Xingzhi lifted the stack of papers and handed it to Song Bo: "Take a look."
Song Bo put down the cold tea he was about to put away, not knowing why, and picked up the stack of papers. At first, he just looked at it calmly. Later, his expression became more and more surprised, and he kept switching between the words on the paper and Su Qingluan's face.
After a while, when Song Bo had finished reading all five or six pieces of paper, he asked in astonishment, "This... was all compiled by Madam Su?"
Facing Song Bo's incredulous expression, Mu Xingzhi said pointedly, "I was only responsible for recording. I didn't write a single word of Qingluan's words."
"This..." Song Bo quickly took a few steps forward and took the thin "Heavenly Book" that Su Qingluan had placed on the table in front of him. No matter how he looked at it, it was just some "ghostly scribbles" with different layouts that were completely incomprehensible.
The reason why they are called "ghostly scribbles" is that in Song Bo's view, many of the so-called "handwritings" are not words at all, but rather hooks and curves that have never been seen before.
If Su Qingluan had the ability to read minds, she would know why Song Bo felt this way - because in order to save time when she was taking shorthand, she used pinyin or initials for many proper nouns with too many strokes, or nouns she didn't know at all, and even mixed them with Arabic numerals and some simple symbols. Naturally, in this era without even punctuation marks, it could be regarded as "ghostly scribbles".
"It's truly amazing!" Song Bo made no secret of his excitement and admiration. "It's hard to believe that Madam Su could remember all this information just by listening!"
Su Qingluan felt a little embarrassed by such straightforward praise. She scratched her head and said frankly, "Actually, this kind of thing isn't very difficult. Every time the midwife comes out to question Mu Xingzhi, she has to go back inside for a long time. This gap is just right for me to record that little piece of information just now."
Even though she did not have any professional knowledge background in traditional Chinese medicine, she still had the foundation after a long period of "training" through exams and various university teachers.
What's more, teachers or other people who need you to organize information will not say a few words and wait for you to organize all the information before continuing like they did this time.
Song Bo waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Madam Su, you are too modest. I have never seen such a large amount of information recorded so quickly and concisely in an instant."
Of course, people who have received special professional training or have particularly good memory may have the ability to "remember everything they hear". However, it is obvious that Su Qingluan does not belong to either of these two categories. She simply transcribed a large amount of information through simple and clear records.
Su Qingluan shook her head. "I've seen truly amazing people who can instantly convert what others are saying into another language and record it without even pausing. Compared to these people, I'm far behind."
"Such a formidable person actually exists!" Song Bo gasped. "I wonder where Madam Su has seen such a remarkable person before? Could you please introduce him to us?"
Although Mu Xingzhi was not as eager as Song Bo, he also looked over and was obviously very interested.
Su Qingluan shook her head: "I just saw it once by chance, and I'm not familiar with the other party." What she was talking about were the simultaneous interpreters and stenographers who took notes at multinational conferences in her previous life.
Of course, on certain occasions, she had seen experts who could do both interpretation and shorthand at the same time, but either type of talent was a thing of the previous life. Unless there was a machine that could transcend time and space at the same time in this life, there was no way she could bring such a person here!
Dispelling Song Bo's unrealistic fantasies, Su Qingluan pointed to the thin piece of paper in her hand and said, "Although I don't have the ability to instantly convert languages or record information in a truly powerful way, I do use this very often and it's very useful. You can try it."
"Huh?" Song Bo was stunned, and even Mu Xingzhi looked a little stunned. They even looked at each other inconspicuously.
Su Qingluan looked at the two people opposite her. Not only did they not show a happy expression, but they looked at her as if they were stupid. She felt a little strange: "What's wrong with you?"
"Ah, no..." Song Bo came back to his senses, "I just didn't expect that Madam Su would tell us such an important skill so easily..."
Su Qingluan's mouth twitched: Why does this sound so provocative? It almost sounds like he's being ungrateful after getting something for nothing!
"So, you still dislike me for not asking for compensation?" Su Qingluan rolled her eyes unhappily. "Then I'll have to think carefully about what I want."
Really! She had originally thought that although Mu Xingzhi wasn't strictly speaking saving her family this time, he was still a friend. More importantly, the "client" this time was her, so if he found an excuse not to help, that was perfectly natural.
But Mu Xingzhi took action and snatched Sun Guixiang back from the underworld. Not to mention that the Li family was extremely grateful to Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan also owed him a favor.
What's more, she thought that this "shorthand" method was not a difficult skill, and she explained it to the other party just because she thought the other party might need it. However, the other party not only did not appreciate it, but even doubted her motives. What kind of plot is this, snowing in June!
This is simply outrageous!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
