Jishi doctor arrives

Faced with such a scene, Yang Mo didn't know what to say, so she could only return the courtesy one by one.

Ding Yuan judged: "I have already written a memorial and sent it to the imperial court, clearly explaining Miss Yang's new medicine for treating acne, and now no one has been sick in the epidemic area for two consecutive days, as long as the plague lasts a month Apart from."

When Ding Ke said this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone in their hearts fell to the ground if the errands were completed satisfactorily.

Yang Mo knew that Ding Yuansan wanted to ask the court for credit for her, but in fact, the credit is nothing, as long as she can promote the new medicine, and then return home and reunite with her mother smoothly, she will be satisfied.

Yang Mo came out of the treatment center and was just about to take off the cloth towel on her face when she returned to the yard. She raised her head and saw a man standing in the middle of the yard. The tall and straight figure made her suddenly stunned. She didn't recognize him until he turned his head. It was Dong Zhao.

For some reason, every time she saw Dong Zhao, she felt a little dazed. The scene when she saw Dong Zhao for the first time was still in her mind. The emaciated and thin son of Wenzheng Gong and the handsome figure in front of her could never overlap. .

Yang Mo stepped forward to salute.

Dong Zhao suddenly remembered that when he was wounded and went to Beijing, he thought that as long as he handed over the memorial, the soldiers behind him would be saved from the crime of defeat in the war, and they would return to Beijing to reunite with their parents, wives and children.The memorial was handed over to Shengqian smoothly, and he walked home, opened the door of the mansion, relieved the burden on his body, and unexpectedly fell ill.

Ever since Miss Yang rescued him, for some reason he had a vague obsession in his heart.

Not only the country, but also a family will need him to support in the future, and he will be more careful no matter what he does in the future.

Yang Mo didn't understand why Dong Zhao didn't speak.Raising his eyes like this, the eyes of the two people collided. Yang Mo's eyes were full of inquiries. Apart from being firm and restrained as always, Dong Zhao also had some other emotions.

Dong Zhaodao: "The imperial court issued an official document to ask Miss Yang to return to Beijing."

Liu Chengling said before, but she didn't think it would be so soon, after all, the plague has not been eliminated, Yang Mo said: "When are you leaving?"

"The decree should come down in the past few days." Dong Zhao said after a slight pause, "It is certainly a good thing that Ding Court judges Miss Yang to write a memorial to ask for credit, but it is inevitable that some people will feel unwilling when they return to Beijing. If Miss Yang is involved, As long as you think that there will be no major incidents, I will report the situation here to the imperial court."

It turned out that it was to remind her not to panic no matter what happened.

Yang Mo's jaw.

"The Yang family is involved. Don't stand out for now," Dong Zhao said in a deep voice, "It's not a good time to reverse the case, so as not to be used by others. Once the court is involved, it will be difficult to say."

Yang Mo raised her eyes, a little surprised.Don't talk to a stranger about matters in the court, even to the female relatives at home, you won't speak casually.At first I thought it was just a small incident, but now I faintly feel that something big will happen.

Yang Mo bowed her head and saluted, seeing Dong Zhaoyun's official boots, the boots did not move at all, showing no intention of leaving, so Yang Mo had to wait quietly.

Miss Yang lowered her head, and her collar was slightly dark. Wearing such a thick beige in summer would inevitably feel stuffy.The cicadas on the tree kept chirping. Dong Zhao raised his head and saw the woman at the window looking around with a pot.

Dong Zhao looked away.Turned around and walked out.

Just as Yang Mo felt her throat was dry and a little uncomfortable, the pair of boots in front of her moved, and after walking past her, she strode out of the yard.

Yang Mo couldn't help but thank Dong Zhao from the bottom of her heart. Every time she met, she didn't feel too much pressure, and she always got it right.

When Yang Mo returned to the room, the woman in the room had already brought the freshly brewed tea, "If my son doesn't leave, I'm afraid that the sour plum soup will be hot."

Yang Mo picked up the tea bowl to drink, and the cold sour plum soup entered her mouth, she couldn't help squinting her eyes comfortably, she didn't expect to be able to drink iced sour plum soup at this time, she didn't care about it on weekdays, but now she drank it in small sips and felt happy in her heart .

"Is there any more?" Yang Mo looked at the woman next to her.

The mother-in-law smiled, "It's a big pot full."

Yang Mo looked at Qiutong and Chunhe, who were also sweating profusely, "Have a drink, we'll go out after a while."

Qiutong and the two refused to drink, Yang Mo said it again, and the two girls took up the teacups.

After a short rest, Yang Mo ordered Qiu Tong to prepare the medicine box and remove the stitches from Liu Chengling's wound.

Seeing Miss Yang walk out of the yard, Ah Jiu hurriedly went up to her and said, "You are here, everything is ready, and you are waiting." Seeing that Miss Yang is in a good mood today, Ah Jiu felt a little relieved. The two of them didn't see each other very often, and they didn't have much to say. The young master asked him to give away the paintings every night, but the paintings were returned the next day, and they had a hard time for a few days.

He finally knew that the young master can actually become a good-natured person.

When Yang Mo entered the room, she smelled a very familiar scent of ink. There was a painting on the table. Yang Mo glanced at it quickly. It was the three-sleeping picture sent by Liu Chengling every day. She hadn't seen it clearly yet. Jiang Ping A clean cloth towel has been laid out beside her, waiting for her to disinfect and remove the stitches.

Yang Mo went over to open the box and took out a delicate clip, picked up a soft cotton cloth dipped in spirits for disinfection, then cut it gently and slowly pulled out the thread, rinsed it with the prepared salt water, and then applied it Soft cloth, "The wound has healed, and you still have to avoid your mouth on weekdays. The soft cloth on it can be removed when the scab is formed."

Miss Yang lowered her head and put all her energy on healing the wound, while Liu Chengling sat there quietly, as if looking at a half-open book on her lap.

Jiang Ping was really like an ant on a hot pan, tossing and turning both sides of his butt would be cooked.

Yang Mo was about to leave after tidying up the tools in her hand. When she walked past the desk, she saw the cinnabar that had been adjusted on one side. Liu Chengling seemed to be making changes to the picture of the three sleeps. Could it be that she wanted to change the color of the sleeping doll's clothes? She still thinks the cyan gauze shirt is the most beautiful, Yang Mo wanted to speak, but after thinking about it, she decided to forget it, she confiscated the painting, so what to worry about now.

Two muffled coughs came from behind, Yang Mo stopped in her tracks, and turned her head to see Liu Chengling turning his head to cough.

Yang Mo looked at Ajiu next to her.

Ajiu frowns, "It's not good when I wake up in the morning, and I don't know if I have acne."

Then why didn't I say it earlier? Yang Mo opened the medicine box again and took out the pulse pillow inside. In the past few days, she had learned how to diagnose febrile diseases from Yao Yu's doctor, and acne was one of them.

Yang Mo calmed down to make a diagnosis, but after a long while, she felt a little confused, "Or let the imperial doctor come over for diagnosis." She came to remove the stitches just now, but she just wanted to fix it immediately and left without paying attention at all.

As soon as I took it off, I heard Liu Chengling's voice, "I'm usually very timid, why do you rush to leave when I talk to you?"

Qiutong, Chunhe and the two looked at each other. They hadn't decided whether to take a step forward to protect the young lady to leave, or to stand by and listen, but when they raised their eyes, they saw Jiang Ping beside Liu Chengling, with two eyebrows like two eyebrows. The boots that have been taken off are parted like a character, full of pleading expressions.

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