jdhmnovel Chapter 661 Confrontation
Chapter 661 Confrontation
After a long while, he finally stopped coughing, rinsed his mouth with water, took the handkerchief from the maid, wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, and said calmly, "Oh? What's the matter?"
Song Ying glanced at him and thought to himself: You're coughing so much, yet you're still pretending to be so sophisticated. Aren't you afraid that you'll exhaust yourself and die faster?
"My master has ordered a Guanyin statue from the Da Ci'en Temple and asked Master Guangzhi to consecrate it. I must leave Nanyang three days later at 12:30 pm, otherwise it will not work."
Zhu Zhenghong said "Oh", "So you want me to send you away."
Yuan Qing nodded. "We've been calculating the time along the way. Everything was going smoothly, but we didn't expect to encounter a sluice gate closure here."
Madam Zhu couldn't help but glance at him. What kind of nonsense was this? She had never heard of such a detailed time requirement for requesting a deity statue. Wasn't it usually enough to just pay attention to the time of journey and offering sacrifices?
Zhu Zhenghong coughed twice more, then said after a moment's silence, "You mean, if I don't agree to help, you won't treat me?"
Song Ying glanced at him again and spoke directly this time. This Zhu Zhenghong's actions were really unpredictable.
Yuan Qing sighed lightly and said directly, "This Guanyin is related to the life and death of our Medicine King Valley. If it is delayed and no longer effective, our Medicine King Valley will be destroyed. As a disciple, I naturally do not have the mood to heal illnesses and save lives."
Zhu Zhenghong kept silent with a sullen face. After a moment, he started coughing again. The maid next to him was a moment late in handing him a handkerchief, and he spat a mouthful of black blood onto the floor.
The maid suddenly knelt down to apologize, and quickly wiped off the blood stains under Madam Zhu's scolding.
Another maid brought water and tea to help Zhu Zhenghong wash his mouth. When he wiped the water stains on his hands with a handkerchief, he found that there was still a trace of blood in the crevices of his nails that had not been washed away. He wiped it with the handkerchief, but it was not wiped clean, so he could only ask the maid to fetch more water.
While waiting, he suddenly felt a little irritated, fed up with the endless coughing up of blood.
Before, he was not annoyed, but afraid, worried that he would die if the disease could not be cured. After hearing the doctor say that it could be cured, the fear in his heart was reduced, and the annoyance emerged.
But he was not an impulsive person. He washed his hands slowly and used the opportunity to organize his thoughts.
"So many experienced doctors can't cure this disease, but you say you can. How can I believe you?"
Yuan Qing said confidently, "If even we in Medicine King Valley can't cure you, then no one in this world can cure you."
"What a loud tone!"
Yuan Qing smiled faintly and did not explain.
Zhu Zhenghong looked at him and pondered secretly.
Madam Zhu couldn't help but say, "Don't we have three days? How about this? You prescribe a dose of medicine and we'll take it. If it works after three days, we'll naturally help you leave."
"Madam!" Zhu Zhenghong glared, unhappy with her interruption.
Madam Zhu glared back, "Your illness is serious. If you keep coughing, you'll die!"
Not to mention it was just a statue of Guanyin, even if they actually wanted to transport some forbidden item, it would be just a small matter.
Faced with his wife's insistence, Zhu Zhenghong hesitated for a moment, then agreed, "Well, you can prescribe the medicine. If it doesn't work..."
He sneered twice, his eyes like frost and arrows, "The person who dares to play tricks on me, Zhu Zhenghong, hasn't been born yet!"
Yuan Qing took the pen, dipped it in ink, and scribbled a few words, "Go get the medicine."
Song Ying nodded and was about to leave with the prescription when Zhu Zhenghong said, "My Zhu family has several pharmacies. Steward, please take this girl there yourself."
The steward responded.
When I arrived at the drugstore and opened the door curtain, I saw a young man dozing with his chin propped up.
"Ahem." The butler coughed twice.
The young man jumped up with a start, "Boss, I'm not lazy!"
After he finished speaking, he finally opened his eyes and saw the butler. His face immediately became extremely attentive. "Oh! Butler Zhu! Why are you here?"
The housekeeper pushed him away and said, "Go away, I'm bringing this girl here to get medicine for the master."
As he said this, he winked at him.
The young man understood what she meant and approached Song Ying with a smile, "Miss, what medicine do you want? Give me the prescription."
"No need, I can get it myself." Song Ying said, taking out the prescription.
The young man stretched out two fingers and quickly took away the prescription, a smile on his face: "How can I trouble you with this matter, sister? I'll do it."
The housekeeper pursed his lips, but the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, and he thought to himself: Humph, young man, you still want to hide the prescription from him, but you don’t know that the old ones are still the wisest!
But the next moment, he saw the medicine boy's smile froze on his face, "What, what is written here?"
"A prescription? What could it be?" Song Ying rolled her eyes at him, walked into the counter, quickly glanced at the location of the various medicines, then picked up a piece of oil paper, folded a corner, and began to pick out the medicine.
I saw her open a medicine cabinet, grab a handful of medicine and throw it into the corner of the oil paper, then quickly open the next one.
Her movements became faster and faster. The medicine boy in front of her could still see what medicine she had picked up, but he was not sure about the dosage.
Later on, he only saw her opening and closing the medicine cabinet, opening and closing it. He couldn't even tell whether she had filled the medicine or not. His mind was filled with the sound of the medicine cabinet opening and closing.
"This..." The medicine boy shook the prescription in his hand, "Don't you want to read the prescription?"
Song Ying's expression was calm, and he didn't slow down at all while getting the medicine: "No need, I've got it all down."
What's so good about it? Yuan Qing's drawings are all just random doodles. They're nothing. The real prescription is in her mind.
"Don't you want to weigh it?"
"No need, my hand is the scale." Song Ying still looked calm and composed, but his eyes swept over several medicinal herbs they needed, and he grabbed them coolly.
After catching one pair, Song Ying wrapped it up, folded the oil paper and continued catching.
When she was picking up the third set, the medicine boy didn't give up and opened the two packets. "Sister, are you sure you picked the right ones? When we pick up medicine, don't we always put enough oil paper in front and pick up several sets of each medicine at a time?"
"Everyone has his own rules. That's your way of preparing medicine. I like to prepare medicine this way." Song Ying said arrogantly and did not stop him from opening the medicine bag.
Soon, she had the third dose of medicine ready. She turned around and looked at the medicine boy with a half-smile, "Did I get the wrong one?"
"This..." The medicine boy looked at the scribbles on the prescription, then looked at the two large bags full of medicine. He didn't know where to start for a moment. He could only roughly see that the types of medicinal materials in the two bags were roughly the same. As for whether they were exactly the same, he had no idea!
He shook his head weakly at Butler Zhu, saying that he had really tried his best, but he had no way of remembering the herbs, let alone the dosage.
The butler witnessed the whole process and knew that he was not to blame.
He took a deep breath and put on a smile: "I didn't expect that the maids from your Medicine King Valley are so capable. Now that we have the medicine, let's go back quickly."