"Calculate."

“…”

"I'm not going to coax you, be careful to open your husband."

Pei Feng grabbed his head and covered his crotch, and said hard, "Don't go!"

But his eyes were already glancing at the direction where Qin Zhenzhu left.

"If I don't go and get over it, I don't lack brother-in-law."

Pei Feng took off his armor and surrendered, chasing him.

"What did Qinghe ask you?" Qin Muxiu turned his head and asked Zhao Jiner.

"I asked who I learned medical skills from, and I said I learned from you and my father. She didn't believe it and said I treated her as an outsider."

Qin Muxiu frowned slightly:

The people of the Eastern Qin Dynasty were more Confucian. Women had no talent and were virtuous. They followed their husbands when they got married, and often took care of their husbands and children at home.

There are very few women who come out to do things.

There are even fewer doctors.

Qinghe is only fourteen or fifteen years old, but she has very good medical knowledge. She is a veteran in taking care of patients, knowing and stewing medicine, and it can be seen that she has been teaching medical skills since she was a child.

Moreover, although she deliberately wore a linen dress worn by ordinary people, the shirt occasionally exposed to her cuffs was shining with lustrous satin material; her hands were white and slender, and she had never done heavy work at first glance.

Not an ordinary doctor.

A girl from a good family and knows medical skills came here at the risk of being infected and posted it next to Zhao Jiner every day to ask...

Qin Muxiu was very suspicious of her identity and seemed to have some clues.

"She asks you similar questions in the future, and you insist that it was taught by your father-in-law. Don't say anything else."

"I've been having such an unpleasant thing today. Will she ask again?"

The next day, Zhao Jiner was slapped in the face.

Qinghe took advantage of the fact that there was no one around her and came over again.

"Sister Zhao, you won't blame me, are you?"

Zhao Jiner was stunned for a moment before she realized that she was talking about yesterday and said embarrassedly, "How could it be!"

"Then... can't you reveal your mysterious master? Don't worry, I will never spread it randomly. I'm just really curious. After all, who are the predecessors who do not worship their skill in medicine?

ah!"

Zhao Jiner was speechless. Why was she so persistent about this question!

"I really don't have a master."

"Then... do you have any mysterious medical books? Otherwise, how could you have such a brilliant medical skill?"

After Qinghe asked this, even Zhao Jiner, who had always been honest, realized something was wrong.

Medical books... A few days ago, there were people who went from village to village to collect ancient books? Could it be that they were all looking for their own medical books?

"How can I read medical books? I don't even know a few words that are big, so how can I read medical books!"

"No master, no medical books?"

"Yeah, I just learned from my dad for a few years. Do you know my dad?"

"Can Sister Zhao introduce her? If I really learned the medical skills from my uncle, how good is that medical skills! I really want to visit me!"

"My father... has been dead for six or seven years, and the grass on the grave is as tall as you."
Chapter completed!