Gu Qingzhou looked sad, and scared Mu Sanniang and He Mengde.

When they returned to their senses, they stood in front of them nervously, and Gu Qingzhou restrained his thoughts and said, "My master never cares about his reputation, but only cares about the safety of the sick family, just like my uncle!"

Mu Sanniang finally understood the reason why Gu Qingzhou changed his face.

Gu Qingzhou thought of his master.

Every word of He Mengde's words is for the patient, like Gu Qingzhou's master.

At that moment, Master's memory flooded Gu Qingzhou, and Gu Qingzhou's heartache was unbearable, showing a strange color.

Mu Zonghe was already dead, so Gu Qingzhou erected a tomb and told Mu Sanniang the truth.

Mu Sanniang had been separated from Mu Zonghe for a long time when she was a child, and her feelings for her brother were still in the thin memory.

She was sad, but not Gu Qingzhou's sadness.

Everyone was dead, and the living still had to worry about firewood, rice, oil, and salt. Mu Sanniang didn't even have time to be sad.

It was Gu Qingzhou who was truly heartbroken.

"Qingzhou, don't be sad anymore. If you can't let go like this, your master and nurse will not feel at ease." Mu Sanniang held Gu Qingzhou's hand and comforted her in a low voice.

Gu Qingzhou nodded: "Well, I'm fine."

After sorting out his thoughts, Gu Qingzhou said to He Mengde again, "Uncle, I'm sure, don't worry! Like you, I won't make fun of a sick person's body, and I won't prescribe random prescriptions without any confidence.

My master said, study medicine first, learn medical ethics, and save the world's spiritual suffering with a heart of great compassion and compassion. Before I learned to recognize medicine, I first knew medical ethics. "

He Mengde nodded.

Mu Zonghe is just a legendary person, and every time he is mentioned, He Mengde has a look of longing.

Gu Qingzhou was silent for a moment, then at the desk wrote two more prescriptions to He Mengde.

"If Mr. Zheng returns to the doctor three days later and his condition is still not relieved, you can give him this prescription, which is an augmentation of Longdan Xiegan Decoction, and let him take it for three more days. If it is not relieved in three days. , please call me again." Gu Qingzhou handed a piece of paper to He Mengde.

After the explanation, Gu Qingzhou handed over a second one: "This is the reduced prescription of Longdan Xiegan Decoction. If his condition improves, you can ask him to take the reduced prescription for two more days. After eating, if it is completely cured, There is no need for a follow-up.”

Gu Qingzhou explained this to show that she was not going to come over to see Mr. Zheng in three days.

Mr. Zheng's illness seemed serious to He Mengde, but it seemed simple to Gu Qingzhou.

"Don't worry about this, I will explain it clearly." He Mengde assured Gu Qingzhou.

Gu Qingzhou nodded.

Gu Qingzhou came to see He Wei today, and was temporarily visited by He Mengdra for treatment.

After the illness was over, he knew that He Wei was in good condition, and Gu Qingzhou had to leave.

After leaving He's Herbs Hall, Gu Qingzhou returned to the new house.

He Mengde was uneasy all day.

When she slept in the evening, Mu Sanniang saw her husband's preoccupation and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"It's the Qingzhou thing." He Mengde said, "I'm really afraid that her prescription is useless."

Mu Sanniang clicked his tongue: "The descendants of our Mu family are useless, are you useful?"

"No." He Mengde quickly apologized, "Qingzhou has been in a trance these days, and she hasn't consulted for a long time, am I worried?"

Mu Sanniang was also silent.

She listened to He Mengde's detailed account of today's case, and she became worried.

She was afraid that Mu Zonghe and Ma Li would die, and Gu Qingzhou's mentality had not been adjusted, and she was afraid that she would be powerless in medical skills.

"...Don't worry about it, anyway, that medicine won't kill you." Mu Sanniang said.

When He Mengde heard this, she was a "quack doctor" who didn't take human life and patients seriously, and immediately panicked with her: "If you can't eat, should you spend money and suffer?"

"Look, look, you're here again, and I'm not a doctor!" Mu Sanniang grimaced, "Left only has three days for a follow-up, what are you in a hurry!"

He Mengde fell asleep with this kind of apprehension.

After sleeping for a while, he asked again, "Would you like to take the boat over to stay for a few days?"

"It's inconvenient, Qingzhou is now the daughter-in-law of the military government." Mu Sanniang sighed.

On the morning of the fourth day, He Mengde looked at the door from time to time.

The young man smiled and asked, "The shopkeeper, who are you waiting for?"

"You don't have to worry, go get busy." He Mengde said solemnly.

Seeing the nervousness on the face of the always benevolent and gentle shopkeeper, the young man knew that something had happened, so he didn't dare to say more, and shrank behind the counter to sort out the herbs.

It was almost ten o'clock when Mr. Zheng came.

When he stepped in, there were several customers in the pharmacy taking medicines, and He Mengde was still explaining to others that when he saw Mr. Zheng, he immediately left the other customers.

"Mr. Zheng." He Mengde stepped forward and looked at Mr. Zheng.

Mr. Zheng smiled and gave He Mengde a bow: "Shopkeeper He, I'm so grateful, the medicine in your shop is an elixir!"

He Mengde quickly invited Mr. Zheng to the room.

Once again, I checked Mr. Zheng's pulse, and his anger did subside again.

"...I just drank the medicine and slept for two hours. Although I can't compare to a good person, it made me sleep comfortably.

I climbed into bed before six last night, and guess what, fell asleep before nine and slept until eight this morning! This feeling! "Mr. Zheng sighed.

He exuded a kind of comfort from head to toe!

This joy was revealed in every word and expression of his!

Mr. Zheng's chubby eyes were full of energy.

"That's good." He Mengde's heart suddenly relaxed.

The worries of the past few days have disappeared without a trace.

"The young lady's medical skills are really brilliant!" Mr. Zheng was both grateful and flattering, "You said that the ancient Hua Tuo was like the young lady?"

He Mengde was amused.

Mr. Zheng held Gu Qingzhou again on his own.

These words came from his heart.

"The young lady seldom compares herself to the ancient people..." He Mengde smiled.

His original intention was that Gu Qingzhou respected the dead.

However, Mr. Zheng heard that "the young lady thinks it is unlucky to compare to the ancients", and immediately stopped talking.

"Will the young lady come for a follow-up consultation today?" Mr. Zheng asked.

"The young lady has already anticipated your recovery. This is the prescription she prescribed." He Mengde said.

He took out one.

Mr. Zheng took it.

The last time Gu Qingzhou's prescription was taken, Mr. Zheng took it out after taking the medicine. Now, looking at it again, it was indeed the handwriting of the young lady, and he was immediately delighted.

"Young Madam predicts things like a god!" Mr. Zheng said.

He Mengde smiled and was in a good mood, so he took medicine for Mr. Zheng.

After a few words, He Mengde sent Mr. Zheng out.

Mr. Zheng's pain was relieved. Sitting in his car, looking at the prescription, it was like a life-saving talisman. He carefully folded it and put it in his shirt pocket.

Suddenly, the car stopped suddenly, Mr. Zheng didn't pay attention, and his head hit the driver's seat at once.

When he came back to his senses and was about to scold him, he saw someone forcefully open his car door.

Several people surrounded his car.

Mr. Zheng was shocked: "You....what are you going to do?"

The door next to him opened slowly, and a young man sat beside him.

Mr. Zheng suddenly held his breath.

He Mengde did not see this scene.

After Mr. Zheng came, He Mengde called Gu Qingzhou.

"...Qingzhou, I really want to study medicine with you again!" He Mengde said seriously, "Many times, I think too thinly."

Gu Qingzhou smiled on the other end of the phone.

"Uncle, your medical skills are already very good, so you don't need to belittle yourself." Gu Qingzhou smiled.

He Mengde is ashamed of himself.

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you after I've learned everything." Gu Qingzhou said again.

He Mengde hurriedly said, "Okay, okay."

After thinking for a while, Gu Qingzhou said again, "I have something I want to discuss with my aunt. Let's talk about it later."

"What's up?"

"I'll go there in a few days and have a face-to-face interview at home." Gu Qingzhou smiled softly.

After hanging up the phone, Gu Qingzhou went upstairs.

She has a large book with many words written on it.

She made another plan and wanted to stabilize her future.

The maid knocked on the door.

"Young lady, the clothes you made have arrived."

Gu Qingzhou frowned.

She did not make clothes.

Opening the door, the maid gave Gu Qingzhou a pocket in her hand.

From the lower end of the pocket, you can see a moon-white cheongsam.

"This is one of them, and there are eleven more downstairs. Young Madam, do you want to look at it first, or do you want to starch it first?" the maid asked.

Gu Qingzhou frowned deeper.

"Who sent it?" Gu Qingzhou asked.

"It's the tailor's boy. He's still downstairs."

Gu Qingzhou pondered slightly.

She let the servant hold it and went downstairs with the servant.

A young man in a long gown, about twenty years old, respectfully saluted Gu Qingzhou: "Young Madam."

"Who made this cheongsam?" Gu Qingzhou pointed to the maid who went downstairs.

The young man said, "Master Luo made this himself. A guest has given a deposit, so we can deliver it. The guest said that the Spring Banquet is almost here, so let's make it before the second day of February."

"Which guest?" Gu Qingzhou asked.

In fact, she had a vague guess in her heart.

The master Luo mentioned by this guy is Luo Wuniang, the most famous cheongsam master in Yuecheng. At the beginning, Yan Yiyuan said that Master Luo's cheongsam should be ordered half a year in advance.

Who ordered Gu Qingzhou half a year ago?

The guy placed the cheongsam neatly on the sofa, one by one, for fear of wrinkling.

Gu Qingzhou's emotions were tumultuous, and she tried very hard to control herself without showing any strangeness.

"When were these cheongsams ordered?" Gu Qingzhou asked again.

The young man immediately said: "It was decided during the Chinese New Year. These days, Master Luo has pushed all the business and made it for you."

Gu Qingzhou's heart suddenly shrank again.

It was not ordered half a year ago.

"Have you given the money?" Gu Qingzhou asked again.

The young man said: "I gave it, young lady!"

Gu Qingzhou glanced at the maid: "Go and get five dollars."

The maid went quickly.

Gu Qingzhou gave the money to the boy: "take it for tea."

Thanks guys happily.

Gu Qingzhou asked the maid to move all the cheongsams upstairs.