Then Mu Yan broke the patient's mouth and looked at his tongue, and the servant reacted to Mu Yan's movements and wanted to go up to stop it.

I only heard Mu Yan report a series of drug names: "Lobelia, two-sided needle, five-clawed dragon, seven-leaf flower, nine-headed lion grass, ......"

"Childe, what are you?" Hearing the name of the medicine reported by Mu Yan, the servant stopped, a little at a loss.

Half a sound, Mu Yan said lightly: "It's just that I was bitten by a poisonous snake, it's not a big deal, wait for me to write down the prescription and grab the medicine." ”

The servant was startled, and glanced at the companion who sent the old man to the hospital together, that's right, the old man was bitten by a poisonous snake when he was going down the mountain, and the son in front of him was really good at medicine.

"Childe, can your prescription really save my master's life?" The servant stepped forward and grabbed Mu Yan's hands, looked at Mu Yan in surprise, and suddenly had hope, so he sent Mu Yan to kneel, if the prescription was true, then his master was saved.

"Aren't you Mu Jia's Ayan? When did you learn how to heal? At this time, among the crowd of onlookers, someone recognized Mu Yan and opened his mouth to question.

"Ouch, don't prescribe medicine if you don't know how to do medicine, what can you do if you eat the dead, Ah Yan, don't mess around." The old man in the crowd thought that Mu Yan didn't know where to read the prescription, so he took it out at random and displayed it, this is not a matter of children playing at home, eating the wrong one can kill someone.

"I don't dare to catch this prescription for you in the store, what if something happens to us." At this time, the apprentice in the medical hall also spoke.

Everyone present did not recognize Mu Yan's medical skills, if Mu Yan wanted to save people, he could only prove himself, Mu Yan looked around.

"I see that your liver qi is stagnant and your face is yellow, but you are deficient in qi and blood?" Mu Yan said to the first person to call out his name.

Mu Yan didn't wait for the man to answer, only to see Mu Yan get up and walk in front of the old man: "Old man, when it comes to a rainy day, your hands and feet hurt and you can't bend and stretch?" ”

"I see that your face is damaged, but when the season changes, you get a rash and itch?"

"I see you're pale......"

"You ......"

Mu Yan pointed out the small problems of the dozen or so onlookers in a row, surprised everyone, Mu Yan looked at the looks on the faces of the people he pointed out, and knew that he was right.

Mu Yan didn't know why he came with his mouth open, as if he had been practicing medicine for a long time, and these were already instincts engraved in his bones.

The apprentice of the medical hall was so surprised that he was speechless at this time, he had been in the medical hall for so long, of course, he knew that he could not do it to this extent without decades of medical experience, and the apprentice's own master might not be able to do it.

"I wrote this prescription, and it's up to you whether you want to give it to your master." Mu Yan saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone at the counter, and wrote the prescription fluently.

The people around rushed up, wanting Mu Yan to take a look for them, or to find a solution, but Mu Yan didn't care about it, squeezed through the crowd and left.

"Mu Yan, I didn't know you had this hand," it turned out that Guan Yun was also in the crowd, and at this time he chased after Mu Yan who was leaving, hooking Mu Yan's shoulder.

"Okay, don't move your hands." Mu Yan pulled off Guan Yu's arm.

"What the hell are you chirping?" Guan Yun buried Mu Yan's words, and proposed a fish again: "Come, my brother left it for you, I originally wanted to send you home, but I didn't expect to meet you here." ”

"No need, I remember that my sister-in-law is about to give birth, so let's keep it for my sister-in-law." Mu Yan rejected Guan Yun and went home alone.

In the next few days, Mu Yan's life did not show any waves, and today Mu Yan got off work as usual to walk around the city and prepare to go home.

"Childe, Childe, wait a minute, my lord is invited." The domestic servant in front of him, Mu Yan seemed to be familiar, and after thinking about it, it turned out to be the domestic servant in the medical hall that day.

"Lead the way." Mu Yan decided to go and see what their purpose was.

After a pleasantry, their lord expressed his gratitude to Mu Yan for saving his life, gave Mu Yan a letter of recommendation, and introduced Mu Yan to a job as a physician in the city next door.

Mu Yan thought that maybe this was an opportunity to leave home, so Mu Yan took the letter of recommendation first and went back to think about it.

"I'm going to be a doctor, you can't reveal my identity outside." Mu Yan took advantage of the dinner in the evening to inform his family about this.

"What kind of doctor to be, stay at home well, when your brother grows up, it's not good for you to marry me obediently." The woman didn't agree, she just wanted Mu Yan to follow the path she had arranged.

"I don't, why should a woman get married!" Mu Yan resisted and said, what is the order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker, she will marry someone if she puts on her hijab, and the woman's life is like this, why can't she make a career.

"Why are you not married, to be a doctor for the rest of your life? I think it's because you've raised your temperament to be wild, so you have such a big rebellious idea, and if others know about it, you won't be able to poke my backbone. The woman didn't eat anymore, and as soon as she broke the dishes and chopsticks, she rolled up her sleeves and wanted to give Mu Yan a violent beating.

"What's so good about getting married, three from four virtues at home, how can I be happy to be a husband outside." Mu Yan saw that there was not much momentum, put down the dishes and chopsticks, and rushed out of the door around the table.

"You have to think about it, you are old and have no children to give you filial piety! Who will take care of you later. The woman couldn't catch up with Mu Yan, so she could only yell when she was angry.

"I can adopt a beggar." Mu Yan responded.

"The beggars are not related to you by blood."

"Then I don't see that I will obey myself in everything, just like I won't rebel against you."

……

The two of them stood in the courtyard outside the house, one standing in the house, facing each other.

"You, you, you, you're going to be angry." The woman sat down on the bench angrily, and Mu Yan's brother went up and patted the woman's back to give the woman a good breath.

"Sister, you just listen to your mother, and your mother is also good for you." Ah Di glanced at Mu Yan and asked Mu Yan to deal with the scene in front of him first.

On the second day, no matter how the woman guarded herself, Mu Yan still packed her bags and went to the dock to quit work, stepped on the carriage to the next city, and left without saying a word.

She plans to ask someone to send some silver taels back every month in the future, and if you say it, you will come back again during the New Year's holidays, and when she comes back, she is not afraid that the woman will trap her, but it is too depressing to stay in this home for a long time, and she is afraid that the woman will nag, so she should go back less.

……

However, Mu Yan, who stepped into the carriage, appeared directly in the ninth-order tower, and his memory returned in an instant.

No wonder those memories feel inconsistent, it turns out that those memories are not their own, and the woman is not her own mother, this is just an experience.

"What the hell is this experience testing?" Mu Yan asked himself in a low voice, all this seemed very inexplicable.

"It's just about what kind of family you were born in, how would you choose?" The Nine-Order Pagoda responded to Mu Yan.

"What does this have to do with the experience?" Mu Yan questioned, these three layers of experience did not increase Mu Yan's strength, nor did it increase Mu Yan's state of mind, so it obviously can't be called experience.

"I'd love to, just think of it as a game." It's hard to imagine that the consciousness of the Nine-Order Pagoda is like a real person, and the content of the experience is only based on his own mind.

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