As soon as this thought came to his mind, Mu Xingzhi sneered inwardly: How is it possible? What is he imagining? As the saying goes, all under heaven belongs to the king. Su Qingluan is just a little bit unconventional, how could it be possible...
"What are you thinking about?" Su Qingluan waved her hand in front of Mu Xingzhi.
Mu Xingzhi came back to his senses and smiled calmly, "Nothing, it's just that Qingluan, you clearly don't believe in gods, Buddhas, ghosts, or monsters, so why are you so surprised that I don't believe in ghosts and gods?"
He once believed in gods and Buddhas, in Bodhisattvas, in ghosts and monsters, in karma and reincarnation, and in the retribution of evil.
However, nothing happened. Those who should live died, and those who should die are still alive.
Then, Mu Xingzhi realized that there was no god or Buddha in the world who could uphold justice for him, nor was there any immortal who could help him escape the sea of fire. He could not rely on anyone but himself.
Su Qingluan naturally didn't know what Mu Xingzhi was thinking, and she only complained in her heart: Of course I am surprised. I don't believe it because I have been educated in atheism since childhood, but it is obvious that Mu Xingzhi is impossible.
Of course, Su Qingluan certainly couldn't tell the truth, so she started to make up stories: "It's mainly because people say there are ghosts, gods and Bodhisattvas. I've seen so many charlatans who claim to be psychic, but it turns out they are all liars - I even exposed a liar at a friend's house before." This sentence is true.
"So," Su Qingluan shrugged, "They say a man shouldn't talk about strange things. Everyone keeps it a secret and makes it seem like they have something to say, but when you look into it carefully, none of it is worth pondering. After hearing it so many times, people naturally stop believing it."
After saying that, she glanced at Mu Xingzhi stealthily.
The other party didn't know whether he believed it or not, so he didn't ask any further questions.
However, when talking about the "anti-counterfeiting" experience at Liu Yunniang's house, Su Qingluan suddenly remembered what she had wanted to ask Mu Xingzhi for before.
"Mu Xingzhi, do you still have the prescription you wrote for me when you consulted me before?"
Hearing Su Qingluan's question, Mu Xingzhi paused slightly as he was about to take the portrait off the drawing board. She didn't know if it was her own illusion, but Su Qingluan felt that the other person's expression suddenly became very subtle.
"What's wrong?" Su Qingluan was no fool, so she naturally noticed the unusual behavior of Mu Xingzhi. She stood up straight and looked over. "What's the problem with what I asked?"
"No, it's just a little strange." Mu Xingzhi looked Su Qingluan up and down, "You look much better now, so why do you still need that prescription?"
Su Qingluan said half-seriously, "Your prescription is quite effective. I was thinking of taking it home. If I get sick again one day, I can just follow the prescription and get the medicine."
"Nonsense!" Mu Xingzhi frowned and whispered, "That prescription isn't a panacea, how can you just take it casually?"
Su Qingluan shrugged, "I know, so next time it's also a cold... well, a cold..." Wait, what on earth is a cold called in this era? She was completely clueless about Chinese medicine!
Mu Xingzhi looked at her, unable to express himself clearly, and shook his head: "Even if you have the same symptoms next time, it doesn't mean it's the same disease. It may look like a fever, cough, runny nose, or fatigue, but there are heat syndromes and cold syndromes. Heat syndromes can be divided into real cold and false cold, and heat syndromes can be divided into..."
"Stop, stop, stop, Master, please stop reciting..." Su Qingluan was completely stunned. "In short, if I don't take your pulse, I can't use the prescription casually."
Mu Xingzhi nodded. "Even for the same person, the cause of illness is different each time. So even if the symptoms appear to be the same, the prescription may not be the same."
"Wow~" Su Qingluan exclaimed, "Although you don't practice medicine in a clinic, you are really no worse than those doctors who do!" Su Qingluan has even heard of many doctors who use weird methods such as "exorcism" and "bloodletting" to treat people - of course, such second-rate doctors naturally cannot be from Huichuntang, but there are still people who come to seek medical treatment!
Needless to say, Mu Xing's medicine can cure any disease immediately, which is at least much better than those mediocre doctors.
Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "Long-term illness will naturally make you a doctor."
Su Qingluan wanted to say, "Aren't you pretending to be disabled?" But then she thought of Mu Xingzhi's overly pale face and his fingertips that could never warm up.
Thinking of this, she sighed heavily: "It's really not easy for you."
"So who is it?" Mu Xingzhi suddenly asked out of nowhere.
"What?" Su Qingluan didn't react.
"Prescription, what exactly do you want?" Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan, as if he could see through her. "If it wasn't necessary, you wouldn't bother asking for it."
Su Qingluan's heart skipped a beat, and she said unconvincedly, "Is it not okay if I do this just for myself, just in case?"
"Even a little bit of the medicine is like drinking poison," Mu Xingzhi snorted coldly, "How could such a person even have a prescription?"
Su Qingluan: ...I can’t even refute it.
She hadn't really intended to hide anything, so she simply told the truth: "I have a friend who took care of me when I was sick, and then she got infected with my illness. I thought since it was my illness that got to her, it should be okay to use a medicine, right?"
In reality, Su Qingluan's thoughts were simpler than she let on. She hadn't considered the idea of "the same illness, so the same medicine." Rather, she had thought, "They're all colds anyway, so why not just prescribe cold medicine for them, just like in modern times? Since the medicine Mu Xingzhi prescribed for her was effective, it would naturally work for Liu Yunniang, too."
Mu Xingzhi shook his head upon hearing this. "Even for the same disease, everyone's constitution is different, and the herbs needed will also be different. If you don't know the patient's constitution, you can't prescribe medicine carelessly."
Su Qingluan nodded when she heard this: "I see." In that case, she decided to wait until tomorrow to go to the Liu family and suggest that they let Huichuntang see Liu Yunniang - so far, apart from Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan felt that the doctor at Huichuntang was the most reliable.
The next day when Su Qingluan went to the Liu family, she found that the Liu family had already hired a doctor from Huichuntang for Yunniang.
"Although we spent a lot of money, money can be earned back, but if we lose a person, what hope do we have for the rest of our lives?" Liu Sheng said with a smile.
"Have you got the medicine?" Su Qingluan asked.
"The prescription has been written, but I haven't gotten the medicine yet," Madam Xi looked at Su Qingluan. "I'll go sell pancakes later and get some directly. I'll make some medicine for Yunniang to drink in the evening."
Su Qingluan frowned: "But wouldn't it be better to take the medicine earlier? Otherwise, should I go get some medicine?"
"But..." Madam Xi and Liu Sheng were both a little hesitant.
"Yunniang is my friend. Isn't it natural for me to run errands for a friend?" As she said that, Su Qingluan ran towards the pharmacy with the prescription.
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