Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 2 Internal injury?

In the northwest corner of the backyard of Qingnang Pharmacy, there is a stone trough filled with clean water for people to clean their faces.

Mo Qiu stood in front of the stone trough, looking down at the figure reflected in the water, feeling a little dazed.

The figure in the water, with withered yellow forks, messy hair, a thin, skinny figure, and tattered clothes, is not much different from a beggar on the street.

Only a pair of big eyes are considered divine.

Facing the water surface, he pinched his face, grinning from the pain, and then he came back to wash his hands and clean his face.

After everything was tidied up, Mo Qiu collected himself, turned around and walked towards the back hall of the pharmacy.

At this time, the sky was bright, and besides the pharmacy apprentices, the masters and fellows had also arrived one after another.

People came and went in the back hall, and from time to time someone looked at Mo Qiu.

It is not everyone's luck to be favored by Master Qin from the pharmacy.

"Master Qin." Mo Qiu held a cup of hot tea, and handed it respectfully to the person sitting upright:

"Tea please!"

This is not considered apprenticeship, but it also means that you have entered Master Qin's school, and you can learn skills from the sidelines.

It would take a year at the earliest for ordinary apprentices to reach this point.

During this period, the master will test the apprentice's character, loyalty, and suitability for entering this profession.

A certain foundation of literacy and hyphenation is also required.

Mo Qiu is precisely because he can read, and the pharmacy is short of people at this time, which saves a lot of effort.

Master Qin is about thirty or forty years old, with some white hair on the sideburns. He has a thin appearance and elegant temperament. He is dressed in a green shirt and cloth boots, and has a strong smell of herbs all over his body.

He nodded towards Mo Qiu, took the tea, and took a casual sip.

Then he pointed at the people beside him:

"This is your Senior Brother Wei. For the next period of time, you should follow him to familiarize yourself with the medicinal materials and properties."

"Yes." Mo Qiu nodded and looked at Senior Brother Wei:

"I met Senior Brother Wei."

Brother Wei is about twenty years old, not tall and a little hunchbacked, he is looking back and forth with a pair of small eyes.

With a condescending meaning.

He is an apprentice who has already graduated from the teacher and can consult independently. He is currently employed by the Qingsang Pharmacy, and he not only has a monthly salary but also an extra reward from the patient.

"Yes." Senior Brother Wei said:

"What's your name? How old are you? Where is your home? Do you have relatives in the city?"

This brainstorming question was blurted out in a blunt tone, which seemed a little unreasonable.

"Brother Wei." Mo Qiu cupped his hands and said:

"My name is Moqiu. I am fourteen years old. My hometown is Juancheng. I escaped from a disaster in my early years and have no relatives."

"Fourteen?" Brother Wei frowned:

"A little short and too thin."

He doesn't care about Moqiu's family situation, and it's not much better if he thinks about it, but his age is a bit surprising.

Originally thought that he was only in his early ten years old, but he was already fourteen, his body was too thin.

but……

Studying medicine is not practicing martial arts, and does not require high physical fitness, as long as one is smart and flexible.

Thinking about it, Senior Brother Wei lowered his head and asked in a low voice to Master Qin:

"Master, should we start teaching from the "Regulations on Febrile Diseases?"

"No." Master Qin shook his head lightly, raised his hand to rub his temples, and said with a tired face:

"Teach him directly about the medicinal materials, usage, and medical theory of golden sore medicine, and I will make up for it when I have time."

"Yes." Senior Brother Wei nodded, knowing it clearly.

It seems that the pharmacy is too short of manpower, and there is no time to teach medical principles step by step, so I have to go straight to it.

Hope this kid can use it!

"father!"

While talking, a person ran in bouncingly from the door and grabbed Master Qin's wrist:

"I heard that there is a new apprentice, is that him?"

This is a pretty woman, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a green radish skirt and a pink belt around her waist.

At this time, he was looking back and forth with his big bright eyes, not condescending, but mostly curious.

When this woman entered, the solemn Master Qin immediately smiled, and even Senior Brother Wei's expression eased a lot.

"It's him." Master Qin straightened up from the chair, stretched his waist, and said:

"It's getting late, Wei An, wait for him to go to the front to identify the medicinal materials, and help tidy up the medicine cabinet."

"Qing Rong, come with me to your uncle's house."

"Yes." The two should be.

Senior Brother Wei bowed, gestured to Mo Qiu, and walked towards the aisle leading to the medicine hall:

"Follow!"

"Yes." Mo Qiu withdrew his gaze and hurriedly followed.

Qingsang pharmacy is one of the best pharmacies in the city, but there are five doctors who attend all the year round.

Brother Wei is not counted, he has only been a teacher for a few years, and he is qualified to consult independently, but he is not qualified to be a pharmacy physician.

Today's consultation is Mr. Han who is good at bone setting and acupuncture.

Of course, besides Mr. Han, there are other fellows and apprentices busy here.

"Come here." Walking in front of a row of medicine kitchens, Senior Brother Wei opened a medicine bucket, took out a black thing from it, and said directly:

"This thing is called a blood scorpion. It is something that oozes from the lin tree fruit. It has the effects of promoting blood circulation and relieving pain, removing blood stasis and stopping bleeding, and promoting muscle regeneration. It is generally used for bruises, traumatic bleeding, and bruises."

"This thing can't be used too much, just a little at a time, otherwise it won't save lives and even harm people!"

As he spoke, he rubbed some powder from it, and put it on the medicated oil paper beside him.

"this."

Opening a medicine bucket again, Senior Brother Wei didn't care whether Mo Qiu remembered it or not, and continued to speak:

"It's called yellow wax. Some people call it beeswax. It's made of honey. It has the effect of promoting muscle growth, relieving pain, and astringent sores."

"It is generally used on ulcers, wounds, burns, scalds, and other skin injuries. It is more effective when used in conjunction with the previous blood scorpion."

Yellow wax lives up to its name, like a yellow candle, similar to solidified fat, with a sweet smell.

This made Mo Qiu who hadn't eaten swallowed subconsciously before nodding uncontrollably.

"This one..." Senior Brother Wei opened a medicine bucket again, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by a mess of voices.

"doctor!"

"doctor!"

"Look at my second brother!"

A group of chaotic people rushed into the pharmacy, and the few big men in the lead ran anxiously in front of Mr. Han, and if they hadn't been scruples, they might have pulled him forcibly.

In the crowd, a person was lying on a wooden frame covered in blood, his arms were twisted, and his body trembled from time to time.

"Don't worry." Elder Han straightened his face, stretched out his hand to comfort everyone, and stepped in front of the wounded.

Judging by age, Mr. Han may be over half a hundred years old, but he is more flexible than young people when he moves.

Now roll up your sleeves and stretch your fingers to hold the pulse of the injured.

There was an immediate silence in the field, and a group of big men held their breath, staring at Old Han's expression.

Brother Wei also stopped what he was doing and looked over there.

"The qi and blood are not smooth, the internal organs are disordered, and the anger is strong. This is..." Han Lao raised his head with a dignified expression:

"Injured internally?"

"Exactly!" A big man nodded heavily and said:

"Second brother was attacked by the third leader of the Black Tiger Hall, and he hit him with a tiger palm. Otherwise, would he be invincible?"

"Doctor, is our second brother's injury serious?"

"Don't worry, no matter how much money is spent, as long as the second brother can be cured, our Sifang faction is willing to pay!"

"Everyone." Old Han clasped his fists together, got up and said:

"It's not a matter of money or money. This old man is not good at diagnosing and treating internal injuries. This kind of injury needs to be dealt with by Master Qin or Master Lei."

"Then call them out quickly!" the big man shouted anxiously.

"Don't worry." Han Lao said, waving to a guy behind him:

"Go and ask Master Qin to come over."

"Yes!" The buddy should be, and hurried to the back hall.

Not far away, Mo Qiu was stunned.

internal injury?

gang?

This world... seems to be different from what I thought!