Chapter 482 (1/1)

Mo Zixian nodded, his handsome brow was tightly wrinkled, and his pale face was full of pain.

Don't it hurt? My hands and legs are broken, my ribs are broken, and I have internal injuries. It's a miracle to die without pain.

Qi Rongyue soon came. She ignored Xu's obvious flattery and went straight to Mo Zixian's bed and sat down. Seeing Mo Zixian looking at her curiously, she said with a light smile, ”I'm the doctor who cures your injury. I'm going to press your injury now. If you hurt, just say it. Don't bear it. I need to know the actual situation.”

Mo Zixian looks at her, but he can't remember who she is. Seeing that she has opened his quilt, he shouts: ”what are you doing?”

Xueer leaned forward, spread the needle bag on the side of the bed, and said with a smile, ”Mr. Mo, my young lady is a doctor. Do not be nervous. Just do what she said.”

Mo Dalang also said: ”yes, xian'er, you can wake up, but thanks to dissolving the moon, don't worry, just do as dissolving the moon says.”

Mo Zixian's heart calmed down a lot. He nodded to Qi Rongyue, ”OK, press it!”

Qi Rongyue reached out and pressed Mo Zixian's abdomen, pointing from light to heavy. She looked at Mo Zixian's facial expression carefully, and saw that although the color of pain on his face was very serious, it was not so painful that it was unbearable.

She withdrew her hand and said with a light smile, ”it's OK to recover, but still can't be careless. The medicine can't be stopped. You can get out of bed after staying in bed for at least one month. Pay attention to keep warm and don't catch cold. Once you catch cold and cough, the injury of your internal organs will become more and more difficult. Remember?”

Qi Rongyue's voice is low and soft, but very persuasive. Mo Zixian nodded naturally: ”remember, thank you!”

Qi Rongyue shakes his head: ”don't thank me. I am practicing medicine and treating diseases, and I don't want to receive money. I can't pay less than one thousand Liang for diagnosis.” In the eyes of Mo Zixian and Qingming, she saw a trace of disgust, good, good, which is the effect she wanted.

Qi Rongyue turns around, goes to the desk in the room and sits down. He writes down the prescriptions Mo Zixian needs and the matters that he needs to pay attention to in the ordinary days. He tells them clearly on the paper. If he only talks about it with his mouth, who knows whether these people can remember the lives that are not easy to save. It's not a pity if he gives them up again?

She said to Doctor Liu, ”I'm going back to Kyoto in the morning tomorrow. This is Mr. Mo's treatment. First, you can have a look. If you think something is wrong, you can discuss with me while I'm still here. Please pay more attention to Mr. Mo's injury later.”

Doctor Liu can't wait to take over the three pages of manuscripts delivered by Qi Rongyue. On the top, he not only wrote three prescriptions to be taken in different periods of time, but also drew a map of acupoints, indicating the specific location of the needling needed by Mr. dada. Don't say that he is an old doctor. He is just a new doctor. He is treating according to this prescription, and there is no disease that can't be cured!

Doctor Liu is not young. His granddaughter is only two years younger than Qi Rongyue. However, when he was in front of Qi Rongyue, his elder's shelf could not be lifted. He had only deep respect for her.

As a doctor, so be it!

Do not hide, do not accept the bottom, all take the patient's life as heavy.

When Qi Rongyue and Dr. Liu went out to discuss medicine, there were only three members of Mo Dalang's family in the room.

Mo Zixian asked Mo Dalang, ”Dad, Miss Qi, is not Peng Cheng's cousin?”