Chapter 110 Magical Doctor Village [20] Seeing Zhang San, Mo Qing was recognized
"Did you see it?"
The gentle sound carried by the wind reached my ears.
"What did you see?" Mo Qing turned around suddenly.
Jiang Ke raised his hand to his forehead and swayed.
Mo Qing quickly walked towards him and held his shoulders.
"Where's the medicine?" she asked.
Jiang Ke shook his head to wake himself up, and then reached into his pocket to get the medicine bottle.
Seeing his actions, Mo Qing took one step ahead of him, took out the medicine bottle, poured two pills into the palm of his hand, and then fed them into Jiang Ke's mouth.
When their palms touched his lips, the two of them paused and looked at each other.
Immediately, he tacitly pretended that nothing had happened.
After Jiang Ke took the medicine, Mo Qing felt that the weight of the medicine bottle had become much lighter. She shook it and heard a jingling sound inside. She was surprised: "That's all there is left?"
"Um."
Jiang Ke put his fingers on his temples and rubbed them.
Mo Qing frowned and asked, "Have you had frequent attacks recently?"
"fine."
Jiang Ke said vaguely.
In fact, since Mo Qing gave him an acupuncture last time, he had frequent headaches, nightmares, and memory disorders.
Although the legends about Mo Qing are becoming more and more true, in Jiang Ke's eyes, Mo Qing is now just like a walking quack doctor.
"Do you mind-"
Mo Qing suddenly approached Jiang Ke, her eyes rolled up and down, scanning his face carefully, and finally her gaze was fixed on his eyes.
She asked: "Shall I open your skull?"
"..." A sense of crisis crept up his spine with a chill, and Jiang Ke said without thinking, "I do mind."
"I usually don't open people's skulls." Mo Qing felt a little regretful.
Jiang Ke agreed: "It can be seen." No one would dare to open her head unless it was absolutely necessary.
Mo Qing clicked his tongue: "You question my medical skills?"
The special medicine allowed Jiang Ke to recover a lot, and he directly told Mo Qing: "I'm so glad you have such a look in your eyes."
Mo Qing raised the medicine bottle: "How do you say this?"
Jiang Ke glanced at it and said, "I've tested it and it's not poisonous. In view of the legend about you, I'll treat it as witchcraft for the time being."
"..."
Good guy, I would rather believe in witchcraft than her medical skills.
Mo Qing was extremely angry and laughed back: "Don't your eyes look good?"
Jiang Ke understood for a second: "Are you calling me blind?"
"So smart."
With a cool word, Mo Qing turned around and left. At the same time, he threw the medicine bottle back.
Jiang Ke caught the medicine bottle.
He looked at Mo Qing's back as he walked forward quickly, smiled, put the medicine bottle away, and followed Mo Qing closely.
Mo Qing didn't look back: "Three meters away."
"Can two meters be okay?" Jiang Ke bargained with her.
"..."
Mo Qing simply ignored him.
Jiang Ke accepted her acquiescence and drew closer to her.
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After walking about three hundred meters, Mo Qing saw a wooden house surrounded by platycodon flowers.
There are no houses near the road, it is all medicinal fields. The wooden house is located in the center, there is a gravel path, and the ground is clean and free of weeds.
Mo Qing stopped and looked at the wooden house.
Suddenly, footsteps approached from behind.
Mo Qing glanced at Jiang Ke's face and swallowed the word "three meters" again.
Jiang Ke glanced at the Erguotou in her hand and asked, "Can I drink it?"
"It's okay." Mo Qing replied.
"I'm scared." Jiang Ke stretched out his hand and took the bottle of Erguotou, "I'll do it."
Mo Qing thought about what he meant by not saying "he is not a good drinker" and said speechlessly: "Can you listen to me?"
"Definitely next time."
Jiang Ke carried the bottle of Erguotou, raised his hand, and walked towards the gravel road first.
It's still a bit cool in the mountains in spring, especially after a night of rain and the temperature dropped sharply.
Jiang Ke was dressed lightly, wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, which was simple and refreshing. His slightly longer hair was tied up casually, giving him a somewhat casual and free look.
He walked on the gravel road, with the wind blowing by. His walking posture was relaxed and comfortable, not at all the same as when he was at Jiang's house.
The cold and steady Mr. Jiang, the elegant and evil Chopin, the idle street vendors, the casual and free-spirited painter...
Mo Qingzhui stood behind, staring at his back, unable to tell clearly which one was him.
When he walked to the wooden house, Mo Qing stopped beside Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke stretched out his fingers, pushed up his plain glasses, and reminded: "Three meters."
"What do you owe?" Mo Qing glanced over with a cold look.
The corners of Jiang Ke's lips curled up slightly.
After pausing for a few seconds, Mo Qing seemed to be infected for some reason and raised his lips to smile.
Mo Qing shouted: "Is there anyone there?"
"Coming."
An impatient voice came from the wooden house.
Very young.
Also, a bit familiar.
After a while, I saw a figure walking out of the open door. It was Gu Wanwan.
The tattered coat seemed to be a symbol of Gu Wanwan. He was still wrapped in the tattered coat and seemed to be in a bad mood. His eyebrows were pressed down and his eyes were slightly irritated. However, when he saw Mo Qing and Jiang Ke, he was startled.
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"What's the matter with you? You are everywhere?" Gu Wanwan scratched his hair. After complaining, he noticed what the two of them were carrying, "Are you here to see Zhang San?"
Mo Qing and Jiang Ke were both first time visitors to the village. It was impossible for them to know about Zhang San's existence and habits. The people at the guest house must have told them.
Therefore, Gu Wanwan had roughly guessed their purpose of coming.
Raising his hand to hold the door, Gu Wanwan said to the two of them: "Come in."
The wooden house is a one-story building, but the foundation is higher. There are stairs on the left and right to the main entrance. There are wicker chairs and coffee tables outside the door, and you can see that people are enjoying life.
Mo Qing and Jiang Ke followed Gu Wanwan into the house.
The room is very spacious, but it is filled with the smell of various herbs, a bit like a prescription.
"Third Uncle, someone is looking for you." Gu Wanwan called inside.
"Who?"
Someone answered.
It's the restaurant on the right.
Gu Wanwan walked to the door of the restaurant and leaned on the door frame as if he was boneless: "The person who sent Xia Yuliang back."
There was no thought inside: "No."
Gu Wanwan said "Oh", turned around, and told Mo Qing. Jiang Ke told Zhang San what he meant: "He said he can't see him."
Mo Qing rubbed his ears and said, not politely, "I heard it."
"Please." Gu Wanwan pointed outside.
"You're already here, it's okay to meet." Mo Qing strode towards the door of the restaurant. When Gu Wanwan reached out to stop him, she raised her hand and swept it away. She pushed Gu Wanwan and staggered.
Gu Wanwan's mouth twitched.
He glanced at Mo Qing's back, and was about to throw his eggs against a stone again, but this time, Jiang Ke, who was walking up to him, glanced at him sideways, raised his hand to block him, and shook him away again.
Gu Wanwan's arms were numb from the shock.
Rubbing his arms, Gu Wanwan glanced at the two "robbers" and hissed.
——No matter.
Inside the restaurant.
Mo Qing took a step inside and paused.
There was an old man sitting in front of the dining table. He looked like he was in his early sixties, with shiny black hair and a vigorous look that did not look old. He was wearing a tattered coat and was holding a glass of wine in his hand.
The cups and plates on the table are in a mess.
It seems that he had a drink with Gu Wanwan.
"Gu Wanwan, I think you should chop yourself up and use it as my fertilizer. You can't even stop two people..." Zhang San muttered, stuffed a peanut into his mouth, and put the wine glass on the table.
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He looked up.
At this moment, the original dissatisfaction and annoyance turned into shock and confusion.
"Cough cough cough..."
After two seconds of silence, Zhang San suddenly choked on the peanuts, patted his chest and coughed non-stop.
Gu Wanwan heard the commotion, entered the restaurant, and poured him a glass of water.
However, as soon as he brought the water over, Zhang San's coughing stopped.
"You—" Zhang San took a breath, raised his head, pointed at Mo Qing, and asked, "What's your name?"
"Mo Qing."
"..."
Zhang San was quiet again, motionless, as if he was petrified.
Gu Wanwan pushed his shoulder: "Third uncle?"
Zhang San moved a little.
Gu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you died where you were."
"You bastard." Zhang San cursed and kicked Gu Wanwan with his foot.
Gu Wanwan quickly got out of the way.
"Hey," Gu Wanwan took two steps closer, "I've confirmed that her name is Mo Qing. The one I told you, at best, they have the same name, not even close to each other."
Zhang San took a deep breath, looked at him seriously, then raised his glass, raised his head, and drank the wine in one gulp.
He thought to himself: You know nothing.
Gu Wanwan had never seen the photo of "Mo Qing", but he had seen it, so when he saw the man at the door, he thought he had seen a ghost.
"You two," Zhang San paused, looked at the two of them carefully for half a moment, and finally said, "sit down."
Mo Qing glanced at the messy dining table, stood still, and said disgustedly: "We have to clean it up."
"Give you face—"
Gu Wanwan was extremely dissatisfied and walked towards them.
At this time, Zhang San suddenly raised his leg and kicked Gu Wanwan in the butt: "Go and clean it up."
Gu Wanwan patted the dust and glared at him: "Am I working as a handyman for you?"
"Do you still want my unique planting secret recipe?" Zhang San also glared at him.
After looking at Zhang San for a few seconds, Gu Wanwan finally chose to compromise with the technical boss: "Why don't you just clean up the table..."
Gu Wanwan endured the humiliation, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, tidied away the dishes and wiped the table.
After a while, Mo Qing and Jiang Ke sat down at the dining table and took out the dim sum and Erguotou. At the same time, Gu Wanwan brought two more plates of cold dishes from the kitchen.
"What are you two doing?" Zhang San kept looking at the two of them and found an opportunity to speak.
Jiang Ke said frankly: "Jiang Hua is a painter."
"That's quite interesting." Zhang San looked at Jiang Ke's dress, nodded, and then looked at Mo Qing, "What about you?"
"Mo Qing." Mo Qing said, "I just dropped out of school."
"How big is it?"
"nineteen."
"Only nineteen?" Zhang San seemed a little suspicious, and then asked, "Where are you from?"
"Do you want to check your household registration?" Mo Qing frowned.
"Just asking." Zhang San fooled him, then raised his glass and changed the subject, "Take a few sips?"
"Sure." Mo Qing responded readily.
But the next second, Jiang Ke dismantled her: "She drinks tea."
"It's good to drink tea, it's good to drink tea." Zhang San nodded in agreement.
Mo Qing: "..."
Gu Wanwan stood in the corner, leaning against the wall, arms folded, unable to figure out what Zhang San was doing.
Zhang San has always been famous for his bad temper.
Most of the time, Zhang San has a bad temper. Those who come to ask for advice with Erguotou and dim sum will usually be kicked away by him.
Only on rare occasions when you are lucky will you get a word or two of advice from him.
But--
Zhang San seems to be a completely different person now.
Isn't she just "Mo Qing" with the same name and surname? There are so many people with the same name and surname in the world, can she still be the descendant of the miracle doctor who left behind a treasure?
Gu Wanwan felt from the bottom of her heart that Zhang Sanlao was confused.
But he knows what's interesting, but he doesn't talk about it.
"You two came here to inquire about Xia Yuliang, or to ask about planting techniques?" After taking a sip of wine, Zhang San directly asked them about their purpose of coming.
Jiang Ke replied: "The summer rain is cool."
"I heard from Gu Wanwan about Xia Yuliang's death and your purpose of coming." Zhang San said, "In return, I can tell you about her past."
Having said this, Zhang San squinted at Gu Wanwan: "What are you doing here? Make a pot of tea."
"yes."
Gu Wanwan drawled a long voice and walked out reluctantly.
"Look at that kid?" Zhang San pointed at Gu Wanwan's back, followed by Mo Qing and Jiang Ke Bagua, "Since ten years ago, he has been coming to our village to live for a while every year. He grew up with Xia Yuliang and has always been
Treat Xia Yuliang as my sister. Don’t look at him like this, he feels extremely uncomfortable."
His voice was neither soft nor serious, just his usual speaking tone.
Not hidden at all.
"Can you shut up?" Gu Wanwan shouted from the living room.
"You're in a hurry!" Zhang San scoffed.
"..."
There was a sound of a chair being kicked over in the living room, and then the footsteps were far away.
After listening to him walking out of the wooden house, Zhang San got down to business.
"Where's Xia Yuliang..." Zhang San paused, picked up a peanut and ate it, then put down his chopsticks and continued, "She is an orphan. Seventeen years ago, her parents were hacked by a paranoid patient.
Dead."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Qing and Jiang Ke thought of something.
——It is said that the Miracle Doctor Village was not so strict with outsiders before. It was only after the village lost ten top doctors due to a patient going crazy many years ago that the entrance was so strict.
Jiang Ke narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Is it that medical incident?"
"right."
Zhang San nodded.
He continued: "She was the only one who became an orphan. The village chief saw that she was pitiful, so he kept her by his side. However, the village chief was old and did not have so much energy to take care of her, so she always ran to me.
"
"Speaking of which..."
Zhang San changed the subject and then raised his wine glass.
Jiang Ke also raised his glass and clinked it with his.
Zhang San drank the wine in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and said, "Gu Wanwan showed me the poison and antidote she left. I thought she had forgotten everything she learned."
"You taught her how to prepare medicine?" Mo Qing asked.
"She just took the time to study for three years." Zhang San raised his hand to cover his eyes, and suddenly sighed, "It has only been three years, and she has reached this level. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a genius."
He poured himself another drink and drank it all in one gulp.
I don’t know whether I regret teaching Xia Yuliang this knowledge, which indirectly led to Xia Yuliang’s ending, or I am grateful that I taught Xia Yuliang this knowledge, so that Xia Yuliang can get revenge when she is finally freed.
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After a while, Jiang Ke asked: "I heard that she was expelled from the village?"
