In the past, when I had a headache, I would always feel uncomfortable for a while.

But this time, it seemed that after swallowing Mo Qing's medicine, the pain disappeared within a few seconds. As a medical researcher, Jiang Ke was quite surprised by the immediate effect.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Jiang Ke put his finger on his temple, rubbed it gently, and asked rather suspiciously.

Seeing that it was effective, Mo Qing made up his mind and threw the medicine bottle to Jiang Ke: "It's specially designed to treat your headache. Don't throw it away this time."

Jiang Ke caught the medicine bottle.

The small porcelain medicine bottle was plain white, with a wooden stopper at the mouth. The whole bottle had a somewhat ancient flavor. He held it in his hand, feeling the residual warmth on the medicine bottle, and tightened his fingers.

He said: "I didn't throw it away."

"What?"

Mo Qing didn't react for a moment.

"..."

Jiang Ke stopped talking. He turned his head and looked at the curtain in front of him, as if he didn't hear what Mo Qing said.

"Oh." Mo Qing slowed down his head for a moment, came to his senses, and smiled at him, "Then take it with you."

"Um."

Jiang Ke made a very light sound from his nose.

Mo Qing glanced at him deliberately and smiled playfully: "Oh."

Jiang Ke's lips were pursed tighter.

I don't know since when, his emotions were taken away by Mo Qing.

Soon, Mo Qing added: "The medicine has been processed and can be absorbed in time. The effect of the medicine is naturally immediate. Moreover, there are no side effects, so you can take it with confidence."

She seemed to know what he was thinking.

Jiang Ke looked at her: "You only know that I occasionally have headaches, how can I prescribe the right medicine?"

"Check your pulse."

Mo Qing said an almost metaphysical word.

Jiang Ke, who had always dealt with Western medicine, was stunned for a moment when he heard these two words before he understood what she was talking about.

"So awesome?" Jiang Ke frowned.

"It's so amazing." Mo Qing suddenly stretched out her hand, and a long, slender needle appeared on her fingertips, "Do you want to try acupuncture treatment?"

Jiang Ke stared at her with suspicious eyes.

"Forget it if you don't believe it." Mo Qing hooked his finger, and the long needle suddenly disappeared.

If it were someone else who asked her to treat a disease, she would still have to put on airs. Just for his sake.

——Of course, Mo Qing obviously forgot that in the past few months, no strange patient dared to accept her treatment.

"Try it." Jiang Ke pondered for a moment and then said after considering it.

"Sure?"

Mo Qing's eyes lit up. Her hands had been itchy for a long time.

She doesn't care about treating ordinary minor illnesses, but "difficult illnesses" like Jiang Ke's are what she looks forward to...

Jiang Ke: "..." Not sure now.

However, since so many miraculous things happened to Mo Qing, there were only one or two. Jiang Ke didn't believe that a mere acupuncture could kill him, so he might as well risk his life to accompany the gentleman.

Mo Qing took out a set of acupuncture needles.

Acupuncture needles are packed in a cloth. After untying the rope, they are spread out. One needle after another is fixed on the piece of cloth, leaving half of it exposed for easy removal.

Jiang Ke was sitting on the sofa, his back feeling a little chilly.

He asked: "Won't you disinfect it?"

"This is not necessary." After Mo Qing finished speaking, a blade suddenly appeared between her two fingers. She wiped the pad of her left index finger with the blade, and blood suddenly appeared.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ke opened his eyes and frowned.

The next moment, Mo Qing raised her hand and swept through the cloth bag, took out all the acupuncture needles, and held them in the shape of a fan in her right hand. She dripped the blood from her fingertips onto the acupuncture needles, and something strange happened.

The blood did not fall through the acupuncture needle, but stuck firmly on the acupuncture needle. After a while, the blood decreased little by little, as if it was "swallowed" by the acupuncture needle.

"..."

Jiang Ke felt that his scientific outlook had received a violent impact.

Even though he knew that Mo Qing came from a hundred years ago and had seen Mo Qing's red eyes and nails that night, at this moment, he was still shocked by the scene before him.

"Explain it." Jiang Ke was relatively calm and looked at Mo Qing calmly.

Mo Qing said: "I don't know."

"..."

Jiang Ke had an expression on his face that said, "Do I believe it?"

Mo Qing smiled and said calmly: "This set of acupuncture needles and the legendary set of scalpels were indeed made by me. These two are used by ordinary people and have a certain strengthening effect. But with my

Blood has the effect of 'reviving dead human flesh and white bones'. As for the reason..."

She paused slightly and shrugged: "I searched for a while. But I fell asleep before I found any clues."

Jiang Ke didn't think she would lie, so he asked, "What are the materials?"

"have no idea."

"..."

"The material we found was a stone in an ancient tomb. But by chance, we found that it had a special healing effect when combined with my blood, so we made it into acupuncture needles and scalpels. Jiang...

…Some people speculate that it does not belong to this world.”

"Similar to an alien meteorite?" Jiang Ke asked suspiciously.

"I don't know." Mo Qing said, "I can't rule out this possibility."

This idea is somewhat close to science and can be accepted. Besides, in the special situation of Yi Mo Qing, it is not surprising that anything incredible happens.

After the acupuncture needles absorbed all the blood, Mo Qing said to him: "Sit tight."

"Your hand..." Jiang Ke wanted her to put a band-aid on it first.

However, Mo Qing shook her left hand, revealing the marks made by the previous knife. The bleeding stopped, and the wound had become much shallower, with signs of recovery visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Ke had nothing to say.

It was the first time he tried acupuncture. Jiang Ke tried his best to cooperate, sitting firmly on the sofa and letting Mo Qing prick his head into a hedgehog shape.

When Mo Qing dropped the last needle, an indescribable feeling of comfort came over him. Along with the feeling of exhaustion, Jiang Ke didn't stay awake for long before falling into a deep sleep.

He seemed to have had a dream.

A dream so far away that it seems unreal.

The dream is broken, piece by piece, and Mo Qing is present in all of them.

Mo Qing, who was eight or nine years old, stood in the pile of corpses covered in blood. She had injuries on her body, her figure was upright, her eyes were bright, but she was full of guard, like a little wild beast that had not been tamed.

Someone said in his ear: "The last survivor. Keep her and let her have my last name as my sister."

Then Mo Qing, who was slightly older, covered in dust and covered with dust, was being beaten and kicked by a group of people. She gritted her teeth, her eyes full of hatred and moist, but she resisted not taking action.

She told him: "I won't kill them because I want to believe you once. I hope you can prove me right."

later……

From a child to a young girl, Mo Qing, to an increasingly mature Mo Qing, the scene changes faster and faster, and only a few seconds of her image are captured.

…

Jiang Ke suddenly woke up.

He was breathing heavily and subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe his forehead. He suddenly found that his hands were covered with sweat and were wet.

After a few seconds, he found himself lying back on the sofa, still in the dark video room. The room was quiet. And he was almost soaked, his short hair was wet, and big drops of sweat were dripping down his face.

It was dripping, and the collar and back were soaked with sweat, and I was afraid that the water could be squeezed out.

"woke up?"

Suddenly, two words rang out beside him, bringing Jiang Ke back to his senses.

Mo Qing was sitting next to her with the cloth bag in her hand. She was lowering her head and putting acupuncture needles into the bag one by one.

There were beads of sweat sliding across his Adam's apple. Jiang Ke raised his hand and wiped it. His chest rose and fell and he asked, "Am I asleep?"

"Um."

"for how long?"

"Half an hour." Mo Qing put away the acupuncture needles, wrapped the cloth bag, and then asked slightly curiously, "Do you feel anything?"
To be continued...