Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 870 Medical Skills
Including her ability to manipulate, she never told Mu Chen.

But what's the use of these things?

He knows all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs, and his medical skills and spiritual power are all superior to others, but he can't get Mu Chen.

The tune suddenly changed, and the originally sad tune became intense and high, chaotic.

Mu Wanxiang played faster and faster, plucking the strings with ten fingers without stopping.

With a sound of "Zheng--", the strings were plucked, and the sharp strings scratched her index finger, and blood dripped on the guqin.

"Wan Xiang."

"Alan, call the imperial doctor." As soon as Yan Xiuyun walked into the room, she saw Mu Wanxiang's face was bewildered, and a wound on her index finger was dripping blood.

"No need, don't bother with this little injury." Mu Wanxiang took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off her finger.

"What can I do, Alan, go quickly." Yan Xiuyun put the food basket aside, and hurried over, with unabashed concern on her face.

Alan responded and ran out to find the imperial physician. Mu Wanxiang frowned slightly and didn't stop calling her.

"I don't know which servant made this piano, but it's so carelessly played, the strings break as soon as it breaks, and even scratched your fingers." Yan Xiuyun looked dissatisfied and looked at Mu Wanxiang with concern.

At this moment, no matter whether she is sincere or not, Mu Wanxiang only feels a warm current passing through her heart.

She pulled out a faint smile and said, "Thank you."

Although there are only two words, it is a thank you from the bottom of my heart.

The imperial physician soon came in, a middle-aged man with a goatee.

Seeing the wound on Mu Wanxiang's index finger, he didn't show any expression, but just opened the medicine box he was carrying.

He didn't dare to be negligent, let alone just hurt his index finger, even if he lost a few hairs, if he wanted to find a way to grow hair from the imperial doctor, they would have to come.

In the imperial palace, you must do your best in everything, if you are not careful, your life will be in danger.

Mu Wanxiang saw the imperial doctor carefully adjusting the proportion of the medicine with a solemn expression, she couldn't stand it anymore, she stopped and said: "You put it there, I will do it myself."

After finishing speaking, she took out a few medicinal materials to stop bleeding from his medicine box, ground them into powder, and sprinkled them on her fingers.

The imperial doctor watched her doing all this, his pupils shrank.

"Princess, these two medicines are mutually contradictory, how can they be used together?" He looked at Mu Wanxiang with a headache, fearing that her wounds were serious and he would blame everything on him.

"It's Xiangke who wants to put them together." Mu Wanxiang stretched out her finger and put it in front of him. The wound was bleeding a second ago, but it miraculously stopped at this moment.

"Sometimes, things that are anti-medicinal can save people together. You should go back." Mu Wanxiang withdrew her hand and made a point.

It seems that the imperial doctors here don't even know that the medicine's properties are mutually restrained to a certain extent, and it will become a good medicine for saving lives.

"My minister, thank you Princess for your advice." The imperial physician Mao Sai suddenly understood, and after thanking Mu Wanxiang, he slowly retreated.

"Wan Xiang, do you know medical skills?" A gleam of thought flashed across Yan Xiuyun's eyebrows, and her eyes stayed on Mu Wanxiang's hand.

"En." Mu Wanxiang replied lightly, and she had no intention of hiding it.

"Then can you take a look at my mother, she has been suffering from depression for some time. The imperial doctors said that there is no solution, and the famous doctors in the world like to travel around, and they don't treat princes, generals, rich and noble families. You She must have the ability to cure my mother, and it doesn't matter if she is really powerless." Yan Xiuyun's tone was somewhat pleading, she always knew that Mu Wanxiang was not an ordinary person, maybe she could really cure her mother's illness.

(End of this chapter)