Song Jinxiu was stunned. Selling the recipe for anesthetic pills? This is actually possible.
Ma Fei San and Anesthesia Pills, although both are anesthetics, but two herbs were added and subtracted from them. Doesn't this mean that she violated the agreement with Mr. Li?
Besides, this medicine is used in the army to treat injured soldiers, which is a good thing that benefits the country and the people.
"Of course you can. Besides, this pill is easy to carry and is perfect for the army. But you can't say that I sold it to you. If you tell anyone and someone finds out and tries to force me to buy it, I can resist. I will sell it to anyone who wants to buy it. Understand?"
"I understand, I understand, I understand. Don't worry, young lady. Once I have tested the effect, I will report it to the court, make the recipe public, and have the anesthetic pills mass-produced. In this way, Miss Song will no longer be harassed.
By then, Feng will pretend to claim the young lady's credit, and I will ask my master to personally recommend the credit to the young lady. ”
Song Jinxiu waved her hands quickly, "No, no, no, please ask for credit. You can make the prescription public, which shows that you are a kind-hearted doctor and a good doctor. I will sell the prescription to you, and we will have nothing to do with each other later."
"How about asking for merit? If you say you will definitely receive a royal reward, you will become famous, girl?"
Mr. Feng looked puzzled. Many young ladies in the capital were trying their best to stand out and were crazy about becoming famous.
But the little girl thought, is it because she is young that she understands the benefits of being famous?
Song Jinxiu: "Mr. Feng, do you know that people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being fat, and the first bird to stick its head out gets shot? I am a peasant girl, my ancestors have been poor peasants for eight generations, I want to be rich and healthy, and die a natural death. Well, Mr. Feng, how much do you want to pay for the house?"
The girl spoke in an old-fashioned way, but her words made sense.
Feng Shouren sighed and laughed, "Miss Song is too self-deprecating. Do you know how much you want to sell?"
Song Jinxiu stretched out a finger.
She thought, since Mrs. Li gave one tael, then Mrs. Feng should also give one tael. She would not be partial. Even if they talked about it later, no one would blame her for being partial.
Feng Shouren nodded, "Ten thousand taels? Okay, deal."
"Ahem...ah..." Song Jinxiu quickly turned her back to cover up her gaffe.
Ten thousand taels?
"Well, Mrs. Feng, actually you don't need so many." Song Jinxiu stammered.
If she accepted the offer of 10,000 taels, she would feel psychologically pressured.
Feng Shouren smiled. This time I laughed very happily.
"Miss Song, rest assured. I'll give you 10,000 taels to buy out the prescription. It's a profit for me. If the prescription is accepted by the Military Medical Headquarters, I will be promoted to a higher position, and it will also be a great achievement for my master."
Song Jinxiu remembered what Mrs. Li said, that they were valued by the family because of the recipe of Ma Fei San, and they would be transferred to the headquarters in Beijing in the near future. In their family, this was also a disguised promotion, right?
"Okay, Mr. Feng is a good man who speaks his mind. I'll give you 10,000 taels. Deal."
Song Jinxiu was in a good mood. She took out a sketchbook and pencil from her purse (space) and finished the sketch in one go.
놊But he wrote down the recipe for anesthetic pills놅 and also attached the recipe for a hemostatic pill놅.
"Mr. Feng, buy one get one free, you're losing out on this ten thousand taels."
Feng Shouren was ecstatic when he received the prescription: "Thank you, young lady. If the hemostatic pill works well, you will be a great contributor to my Cangwu. Are you sure you want my master to report your contribution?"
"Yes, yes, my husband, I've told you, I'm just a commoner, a little peasant girl, I don't want to be in the limelight, I want to live a stable life. Please don't tell anyone about me."
"Well, everyone has their own aspirations. Miss Song likes quietness, so Feng will keep his mouth shut."
"Let me see the recipe." Su Mo finally opened his heavy eyelids.
Song Jinxiu frowned. How come this guy woke up so quickly?
"My dear, are you awake? How do you feel? Does this anesthetic pill really hurt?"
Mrs. Feng asked concernedly while handing over the prescription.
"Yeah, the pain is obvious."
Su Mo took the prescription and his eyes moved slightly. Although the word was written in a normal way, it was regular script if you said it was regular script, and it was running script if you said it was running script. It is self-contained and sometimes even has missing arms and legs.
But the words flow smoothly between the lines, revealing a sense of elegance.
The writing style was smooth but not sharp, the grey color of the characters was ink, and on such a piece of paper, there were so many densely packed small characters.
And this paper is better than the paper he used in the capital.
"Miss Song, where did you get this paper and pen?"
Song Jinxiu frowned: Is this kid sick? When you read the prescription, what do you focus on with paper and pen?
In order to avoid arousing suspicion, she didn't dare to use a fountain pen and only chose a pencil.
I didn't expect this guy to have such sharp eyes.
"Oh, Mrs. Li sent me there." Song Jinxiu said perfunctorily.
Mrs. Xiao Li, Li Fangling?
Su Mo glanced at the paper in his hand and said to Song Jinxiu:
"If you don't want to cause trouble, you have to get too close to the Li family. Especially if you want to sell the recipe to them again, be careful not to get into trouble."
"Ah? Oh, then this recipe..."
Song Jinxiu pointed at the paper in his hand with some concern.
Yes, she agreed. Is there something wrong with my IQ? Song Jinxiu rubbed her head.
In the space, the treasure-hunting rat Junjun also rubbed his head. Could it be that his golden elixir affected his master's IQ?
"Pooh, pooh, pooh, this divine beast is the descendant of the super divine beast, the Heaven-Swallowing Beast, and is extremely smart.
The master's IQ must have been severely damaged and has not fully recovered yet. It seems that I have to find some good things to nourish the owner's brain. ”
Su Mo's words reminded Song Jinxiu of the truth that "a man is innocent unless he possesses a treasure".
When power is equal, it is better to keep a low profile and be vigilant and careful. But she is still going to die of old age!
When Mrs. Feng saw Song Jinxiu's look, did this little girl want to go back on her word?
He looked at his master sadly: Master, what are you talking about? Is this just shooting oneself in the foot?
Su Mo also felt both crying and laughing.
"Don't worry, I'm from the same family as the Li family, you can trust me."
Song Jinxiu was unsure whether to take this or not.
We are all strangers, no one knows who is who, so who can be trusted?
At the beginning, my senior brother had said that as long as he was there, he would definitely be able to protect her.
But she still came to this shitty place?
No matter how solemnly she swore, with him by her side, she would be out of reach even if danger came.
Moreover, my senior sister also said that even if you sleep in the same bed with a man, you may have different dreams.
Relying on others is like relying on yourself, so now that she is all alone, she has to be careful.
Seeing Song Jinxiu's noncommittal expression, Su Mo suppressed his seriousness and said:
"I will repay you for saving my life. Miss Song, please wait patiently for three days. If I am still alive after three days, I will ensure that you live a healthy and prosperous life and die a natural death."
Um?
Looking at Su Mo's firm and sincere eyes, Song Jinxiu raised her eyebrows. Is this a sign of clinging to someone's legs?
What does it mean to wait for you three days? What if you are still alive?
It seems that this kid knows that he has a life full of disasters?
That’s right, within a month, he was seriously injured twice. If it were me, he would probably be just a pile of bones by now, right?
Thinking of such a handsome general turned into a pile of dry bones, Song Jinxiu felt a chill.
Seeing Song Jinxiu looking at him, frowning and pouting, Su Mo blushed.
He asked angrily, "Do you believe me?"
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