Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 210 The pharmacist [39], she understands his thoughts at a glance

When Jiang Ke was in a daze, Mo Qing suddenly turned his head.

Seeing Jiang Ke, Mo Qing raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and said, "You came at the right time."

"how?"

Mo Qing pointed at the two cans of medicine with his chin: "Da Lang, drink the medicine."

"..."

Jiang Ke's emotions were gone.

She can really spoil the fun.

Mo Qing reached out to grab the handle of the medicine jar, but her fingers were burned by the temperature as soon as she touched them. She subconsciously retracted her fingers and hissed very softly.

Not very hot.

However, Jiang Ke frowned, strode in, grabbed Mo Qing's wrist, dragged him under the faucet, and turned on the cold water.

He put Mo Qing's hand in the water and washed it: "The legendary medical saint can't even cook a single medicine?"

"Who's okay to cook medicine for fun?"

Mo Qing was puzzled.

What's more, what she is good at is curing diseases and saving lives, not after-sales service.

It's not her ancestors, why would she decoct medicine for others.

After half a moment, Jiang Ke turned off the water, and checked Mo Qing's burned fingers: "How do you feel?"

"It's all right."

Mo Qing broke free from his hand, shook the water off his hand, and finally shook Jiang Ke all over.

Jiang Ke stared at her silently.

So, Mo Qing raised his hand, flicked it hard, and threw all the remaining drops of water onto Jiang Ke's face.

Jiang Ke anticipated her movement and wanted to avoid it, but he didn't have time.

"You're really mature." Jiang Ke said eccentrically.

Mo Qing shrugged his shoulders: "I read a science fiction novel that is very popular in your time."

"Which one?"

"It doesn't matter." Mo Qing said, "In this novel, all hibernators do not count their age during hibernation. My situation is not far from hibernation."

"..."

Feelings are changing ways to say that you are young.

Facing Mo Qing Schrödinger's age, Jiang Ke has learned a lot.

When necessary, she can be 20 or 120 years old.It depends.

The two suddenly smelled a smell.

They both looked at each other.

"It's going to burn." Mo Qing pushed Jiang Ke, pushed him towards the stove, and ordered, "Go, pour out the medicine."

Jiang Ke squinted at her: "Who is the commander?"

That being said, the action is already in motion.

Mo Qing watched from the side, and answered lazily: "Whoever drinks will command whoever."

After turning off the fire, Jiang Ke took out a bowl, wrapped the handle with a towel, and poured out a pot of soup: "What is this?"

"I'm here to cure your headache." Mo Qing explained, "The pills I gave you are for temporarily suppressing your headache, and they have no effect on curing your illness."

Jiang Ke was stunned: "Do you know what my disease is?"

"I don't know. Although I have indeed treated many difficult and miscellaneous diseases, there are more than ten million diseases on people. I have seen every kind of disease." Mo Qing said very frankly.

Jiang Ke looked at the two medicine jars in front of him.

"You have to be cured if you haven't seen it, and you have to be cured if you are blind." Mo Qing leaned on the kitchen counter, talking about his own set of fallacies, "If you don't try, there will be no effect."

"..."

That's all, isn't that a quack doctor?
Jiang Ke secretly slandered.

However, Mo Qing seemed to know what he was thinking, and emphasized: "I told you, I'm not a quack."

Jiang Ke glanced at her and denied, "I didn't say anything."

Mo Qing said firmly: "You said it in your heart."

"..."

"Don't worry, the medicine I prepared is not poisonous." Mo Qing reassured, "Slowing down your symptoms during the attack is no problem. As for the cure, you have to adjust the prescription according to your usual symptoms."

Mo Qing didn't even think that now he would be so confused as to explain this to others.

A hundred years ago, no matter what she did or said, she was an authority, and no one dared to say "no".

However, although Jiang Ke didn't have a good word to say, he didn't resist the two bowls of medicine.

The dining table was full of medicinal herbs brought back by Mo Qing.

Jiang Ke vacated a small area and put down two medicine bowls.

Mo Qing came to those medicinal materials slowly, searching for something.

Jiang Ke bent over and smelled the strong smell of medicine. He paused and asked, "Have you drank both bowls?"

"Ah."

"Is there an order?"

"No." Mo Qing replied, "The medicine pot is too small, so I only boiled two bowls."

Jiang Ke thought of the two medicine jars whose lids were missing, and frowned slightly: "It looks like medicine jars from the last century, where did you get them?"

"It's the medicine jars from the last century." Mo Qing finally found one of the bags, and when he untied the knot, he continued, "Min Chang's grandfather is my nephew. These two medicine jars are his collection, his father's relics." .”

At this moment, Jiang Ke had just tasted the medicine, and he frowned slightly due to the bitterness.

Hearing Mo Qing's words, he reacted for several seconds: "Aren't you without relatives?"

"His father is my godbrother."

"Oh."

Jiang Ke thought of the young man named Min Chang, and thought that he should be called Mo Qing "Grandmother", and he immediately felt a lot better.

He lowered his head, looked at the dark soup in the bowl, and then looked at Mo Qing, who was still sweating.

He collected himself, raised his bowl, and drank the soup in one gulp.

Bowl after bowl.

Not a drop left.

When Mo Qing turned around, he was a little surprised to see him drinking so refreshingly: "Is it bitter?"

"……good."

Jiang Ke spoke against his will.

It's too bad to drink.

His resistance to traditional Chinese medicine may have something to do with it.

"You are much better than Jiang Yan in this aspect." Mo Qing hooked his lips and threw a small jar over, "This is candied fruit. He used to take some medicine to drink. I just bought some."

It was Jiang Yan again.

Jiang Ke caught the candied fruit, but his expression was dark.

"You don't have to misunderstand." Mo Qing said, "It's not my habit to take care of him. He was just like this when he was young. I prepared these because I don't know if you can drink them."

"..."

Jiang Ke's eyebrows moved slightly, and his expression eased a lot.

He suddenly felt that Mo Qing might really have the ability to read minds.

She understood his thoughts at a glance.

(End of this chapter)