Chapter 324 Choose one person, guard one city, and live forever 1

  After hearing this, Madam Duanmu felt that Si Mingjing was just a little doctor with little knowledge, so she directly threw the prescription she prescribed into the trash can.

   Steward Yang secretly picked up the prescription from the trash can and ordered someone to grab the medicine.

  There is no traditional Chinese medicine store in Mengcheng, so Steward Yang sent people to buy it in land countries, and it took two days to go back and forth.

  In the past two days, Mrs. Duanmu took the medicine prescribed by Western medicine.

  Unfortunately, it didn't have much effect.

  Vertigo has seriously hindered her life, and she is miserable.

  At this moment, she was very dizzy again, and she was upset and cursed.

"They are all quack doctors. They can't even cure a small fainting disease! There used to be a poison doctor named Yan Chugang on land. He never claimed to be a famous doctor, but he almost cured his illness with the medicine. It's a pity, Yan Chugang Such good medical skills, but no successors, God will kill me!"

   After seeing so many doctors, they all said that if her vertigo develops, she may have a stroke!

  She is only in her fifties. If she has a stroke, how will she survive the days to come?

   And she hasn't waited for the real city lord yet!

  Ms. Duanmu closed her eyes, and it was still the city lord's confession before he died. He said, "This is the city I built for her. No matter how many years have passed in the future, as long as she appears, she will be the new city lord."

  But will she really appear as the city lord said?

   Mrs. Duanmu felt deeply in her heart, and she probably couldn't wait for it in her life.

  She needs to choose a new acting city lord, in case Huocheng falls into the hands of Gendaya or Atlantis after she has a stroke!

  Choose one person, guard one city, and live forever.

  This is such a beautiful sentence, but it is a complete tragedy when it falls on Mrs. Duanmu.

  She loves the city lord, but the city lord doesn't love her. In the city lord's heart, there is only that baby who is so ethereal that he doesn't even know if he exists!

  However, Mrs. Duanmu has no regrets.

  She is willing to defend Huocheng for the city lord, wait for that "she" to appear, hand over the city to "her", and send the city lord's love for "her" to "her"

  In, if you can’t wait, choose a successor, and continue from generation to generation until "her" appears!

  The city lord is a paranoid person, and she is also the same. She draws the ground as a prison and traps herself to death in it. No matter how hard it is, she is willing.

  At this moment, Steward Yang brought a bowl of soup, and advised him respectfully and in a low voice, "Madam, drink some soup to moisten your throat."

   Mrs. Duanmu did drink it, because she was thirsty and longed for the sweet spring.

  She opened her eyes, held the bowl, took two sips, and frowned slightly: "What kind of soup is this, why haven't I tasted it before?"

  Butler Yang dared not say that this was Gelong Zaoren Soup prepared by Si Mingjing.

  He spoke cautiously: "This is a newly prepared soup from the kitchen. The kitchen knows that you have a bad appetite, so it is specially cooked for you. Is it very difficult to drink?"

   "Not really, the taste is okay."

  Mrs. Duanmu drank a whole bowl of Gelong jujube kernel soup, lay on the rocking chair, and continued to think about the successor.

   About half an hour later, Mrs. Duanmu suddenly felt no dizziness. She got up, walked around the room, smiling broadly.

   Steward Yang came in and saw Mrs. Duanmu walking back and forth in the room, so she hurried up to help her: "Madam, be careful not to fall."

   "It's okay, I don't feel dizzy now. In the past, if I felt dizzy, I would be dizzy for at least two or three hours. Now it will be less than half an hour. Maybe

   It was because the western medicine I took before was effective, and I blamed the doctor wrongly. "

   Butler Yang was surprised: "Madam, do you really feel better?"

   "Yeah, it's much better, get the car ready, I'm going to a town hall meeting."

   Butler Yang hesitated to speak.

   "What do you want to say? Worried that I will faint again in a while? So what, I must hurry up and finish the matter at hand while I am awake and comfortable."

   "No, ma'am."

   Butler Yang said: "Half an hour ago, the servant acted recklessly. The soup I brought you was the medicinal soup prescribed by Miss Si.

  It will be effective in an hour, and now it is exactly half an hour..."

   Butler Yang wasn't sure, so he hesitated when he spoke, and was even more afraid of being scolded by Mrs. Duanmu.

   "What did you say? There is such a thing?"

  Ms. Duanmu's expression was dubious: "A bowl of soup can really make my vertigo get better immediately?"

   "The slave doesn't know either."

  Madam Duanmu hesitated for a long time: "Never mind, go to the city hall for a meeting first, and when you feel dizzy next time, you can make me a soup and drink it."

   Butler Yang nodded and stepped back to prepare the car.

  …

  On the other hand, Si Mingjing was not idle either. She couldn't pin all her hopes on Mrs. Duanmu. She had been thinking of other ways to enter the mausoleum these two days.

  The mausoleum is heavily guarded, even if Feng Jue went to investigate in person, he shook his head when he came back and said: "The guards are so strict, it is very difficult to break in."

  Si Mingjing frowned: "Did you find Longzao elsewhere in Mengcheng?"

   Feng Jue said: "No, and my subordinates have inquired clearly, the mausoleum is indeed an extremely dangerous place where one can only enter and not exit, and there is a near-death place, Crown Princess, are you sure?

   Do you have to break into the mausoleum? There may be other ways to treat diabetes. "

   "Maybe there is, but how many years of research will it take to produce results? Since there is a way now, we should go all out."

  Si Mingjing didn't want to give up, he thought someone must have gone in and out, otherwise how would people know that dragon algae grew in the mausoleum?

   At this time, Butler Yang called and asked her to ask for the remaining 100,000 yuan.

  Si Mingjing showed a faint smile on his face: "Have you had your soup, ma'am?"

   On the phone, Butler Yang boasted about how hard he had worked so hard to make Mrs. Duanmu drink the soup. The purpose was to make Si Mingjing remember his kindness.

  Si Mingjing knew it well, and he was very face-saving: "Thank you, Steward Yang, I will call you the remaining 100,000 yuan."

   Steward Yang said again: "Miss Si, Mrs. Duanmu wants to see you. Tomorrow morning, please come back to give her a diagnosis and treatment."

   "Okay, thank you, Butler Yang, for your help."

   "Why are you being polite, I didn't expect you to have some real skills at such a young age. I was the one who underestimated you before."

  The next morning, Si Mingjing went.

  Ms. Duanmu's eyes filled with tears, and she held Si Mingjing's hand: "Little girl, do you know that since my vertigo became severe, I can't stand up on weekdays?"

   I stood up, and I couldn’t fall asleep, but after drinking Gelong Zaoren Soup yesterday, not only was I able to walk normally, but I also slept for 8 hours at night, and I was able to sleep well

  , it's so comfortable. I didn't expect a bowl of soup to have such a miraculous effect. You are a little miracle doctor. "

  Mrs. Duanmu no longer had arrogance in her eyes, but instead treated Si Mingjing as a doctor with real talents and knowledge.

  She was self-reflective and even sincerely apologized.

  (end of this chapter)