"I don't want to be treated by Mo Qing, do you hear me? Can't you find someone who can do it? A bitch like her who only wants to be in power, what qualifications does she have to treat me?"

Chu Yangyang's shouts were extremely clear, and every word fell on his ears.

A Luo's heart clenched violently.

He thought to himself: Ancestor, please save yourself some trouble.

However, when he hurriedly looked at Mo Qing to save the situation, Mo Qing entered the first floor as if he hadn't heard.

"..."

A Luo was stunned for a moment.

Noticing Song Yiyuan who was still standing, he glanced at Song Yiyuan. His scalp was obviously numb, but he still forced a smile.

Dry and far-fetched.

Song Yiyuan smiled casually.

He said: "Come in."

The posture of taking the initiative, as if he is the master.

At the moment, Chu Yangyang's detoxification was urgent. A Luo felt relieved and quickly asked his bodyguards to comfort Chu Yangyang, while he followed Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan.

He had to see how Mo Qing was treated.

*

The door and window of the room were open, the light was bright, and the two bodyguards were lying on two single beds.

One was stabbed twice by Mo Qing and fell into coma. The other groaned in pain, as if the pain was unbearable.

Mo Qing glanced around, walked straight to the bodyguard who was still awake, put his fingers on his wrist, and after a moment said to Song Yiyuan: "Hold him up."

Song Yiyuan walked over.

At the same time, it is inevitable to sigh: Mo Qing is probably the only one who can be his assistant.

Just like last time, Mo Qing took out a silver needle and inserted two needles into the back of the bodyguard's neck. After that, the bodyguard began to twitch and foam at the mouth, with the same symptoms as the previous person.

The second time they met, A Luo and others were no longer panicked.

Mo Qing put away the silver needle and stood up straight, with a cold and indifferent look on her body. She tilted her head and said to A Luo: "Paper and pen."

"yes……"

A Luo subconsciously nodded and bent down, but when he wanted to pronounce the word in a practical way, he suddenly realized that his attitude was too humble. After being stiff for a second, he abruptly changed his tune.

"Okay." he said.

He asked someone to get paper and a pen. It was not rice paper and a brush. The paper was torn from a notebook, and the pen was a fountain pen.

Although there is a gap, Mo Qing has adapted.

She took it, walked out of the room, found a dining table in the hall, sat down sideways, and quickly wrote a prescription.

Song Yiyuan came over and took a look: "This prescription is worth my money."

"Who knows." Mo Qing said.

A hundred years ago, when she was teasing rich men and warlords, no matter what she wrote, it would have been worth her money.

Even if there is no standard calligraphy, those people have to spend a lot of money to support it.

Not to mention her prescription.

But now...

She hasn't figured out the market price yet.

Qihuang's lineage disappeared, and the "Chinese Herbal Miracle Formula" remained only a legend. Not many people knew about it, and there was even less demand. In addition, various chemical and biological poisons occupied the market, and she really couldn't tell how much it was worth.

After finishing writing, Mo Qing handed the prescription to Song Yiyuan: "Take it over."

Song Yiyuan was startled: "Me?"

Does he still have to run errands?

Mo Qing asked naturally: "Do you still need me?"

Song Yiyuan: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, Song Yiyuan could only hold the prescription and walked towards A Luo who was waiting at the side.

Song Yiyuan: "Give."

A Luo immediately took it and looked down. He saw that the handwriting was elegant, free and easy, sharp and powerful. It was a good handwriting.

His impression of Mo Qing immediately changed by three points.

On the prescription, some Chinese medicinal materials are written, and at the end, the temperature of the decoction and the method of taking it are noted.

"Thanks."

A Luo first thanked him, then took a photo and asked someone to take the medicine according to the prescription.

After that, he went around the room again.

He glanced at the door and asked the people inside in a low voice: "How is it?"

"We have recorded it all. After Lao Wu got the needle, he twitched and fell asleep. But the symptoms Dr. Wen asked us to record have obviously weakened," the man answered.

"Um."

Aro nodded.

He was a little relieved.

Then, he went out again, asked people to entertain Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan, made an excuse to "take a look at Chu Yangyang's situation", and then went to the second floor.

"I'm worried about you." Song Yiyuan saw through it at a glance and said leisurely, "I guess I have to make sure that the two experiments are getting better before I let you go upstairs."

Mo Qing took a sip of tea.

She said: "Normal."

"Are you going to tolerate it now?" Song Yiyuan was puzzled.

Mo Qing snorted: "No."

Song Yiyuan was relieved.

"How did you lose your property?"

Idle time was also idle, Mo Qing chatted with Song Yiyuan.

"Break an antique." Song Yiyuan spread his hands, but soon he touched his chin and frowned, "To be precise, it's not an antique, because it was only a hundred years ago."

Mo Qing answered lazily: "Then you are quite poor."

"..."

Song Yiyuan twitched the corner of his mouth and cast a questioning look at her.

Mo Qing asked: "How much is a gadget from a hundred years ago worth?"

"That's right." Song Yiyuan became angrily when he thought of this and clapped his hands, "But people said that if you don't have eight digits, you can't get it. Don't you think this is nonsense?"

"What?"

"It's a clay sculpture. It's quite big." Song Yiyuan said, gesturing with his hands, "It's one meter long and half a meter wide. There are many little people on it, singing and dancing, with carved beams and painted buildings, small bridges and flowing water, it's lifelike and quite delicate.

What’s it called, ‘Prosperity and Peace’——”

Mo Qinghu kicked Song Yiyuan's calf, and he was caught off guard. Song Yiyuan's words stopped abruptly.

He held his calf and felt a throbbing pain.

Just as he was about to question him, Mo Qing's eyebrows froze and his tone was cold: "Did you smash it?"

"I didn't mean it." Song Yiyuan rubbed his calf, but he dared not say anything in anger, "Why are you so mean? I am your teacher after all."

After a pause, Song Yiyuan felt that it was difficult to convince the crowd, so he added: "It used to be."

Mo Qing sneered: "Why didn't I pay you to death?"

"From what you're saying, have you heard of it?" Song Yiyuan asked curiously, "Is it very famous? I remember it was made by a famous craftsman's apprentice, but the apprentice didn't leave his name."

"certainly."

"You know?"

Mo Qing said word by word: "Because the one who made it is your ancestor, me."

"..."

Song Yiyuan's hand shook and he almost knocked over the tea cup on the coffee table.

"Go aside."

Mo Qing now feels that Song Yiyuan is an eyesore.

However, Song Yiyuan couldn't stop his curiosity. After much deliberation, he decided to take the initiative to approach Mo Qing: "No, how come you made it so expensive?"
To be continued...