Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi thought about it all night, and decided to put the problem at the end, first to study the condition of the more Wuhuan.

He has gone through the psychology of the immortal world, modern psychology and other related knowledge points in his mind, and he is still helpless with the sickness of Yue Wuhuan.

Yuan Ying had throbbing pains from time to time, reminding him of his heartbeat.

Phenylacetam is increasing, and calm thinking is losing.

He has already lost his qualifications as a psychiatrist, so don't do it... just do it?

Song Qingshi sorted out medicines that were helpful to alleviate emotions, and made a decoction to calm the nerves with his own hands, and gave it to the more Wuhuan. Although the help of drugs is limited, the more unhappy the mind and body are in a state of long-term tension, thinking and worrying, can hardly fall asleep, and make the condition worse.

Yue Wuhuan took the decoction, thanked him with a smile, then smelled the breath, and tasted it again: "Su Changhua, Yuemingsha, Hehezhi, Guishi... are all medicines to calm the nerves and help sleep?"

He is not only proficient in the pharmacopoeia, but also has a keen sense, can distinguish subtle flavors, and can easily see the efficacy of decoctions.

Song Qingshi didn't dare to hide it, and nodded obediently.

Yue Wuhuan pushed the decoction medicine back: "My Lord, I am in good health, I am not sick, and I don't need these medicines."

Song Qingshi explained: "You sleep too little, which is not good for your health."

"I have sleep, but I sleep less so that it can meet the needs of my body." Yue Wu laughed softer, his tone became more sincere, and could not hear any painful feelings, "I don't like sleeping. Dreaming is a waste of time. Life is hard. It’s short and long. I have a lot of things I want to learn and do."

Song Qingshi held the decoction and tried to persuade: "But..."

Yue Wuhuan looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Master, I am not sick."

Song Qingshi compromised: "Okay."

He held the medicine, left the bedroom in frustration, and poured the medicine into the ditch.

Yue Wuhuan realized that he had failed the Lord’s kindness and was a little uneasy. He thought about it and decided to find something interesting, divert the Lord’s attention, and amuse him.

The Blood King Vine stretched out, wrapped it around Song Qingshi's waist, and gently scratched it twice.

Song Qingshi couldn't help laughing: "No Huan, it's itchy."

Yue Wu Huan turned out from the corner with a smile, and looked at the entangled person, the Blood King Vine had his spirit attached to it, and it felt no different from holding it with his own hands. He was deliberately teasing. He didn’t expect that Song Qingshi was very face-saving. He laughed so much that tears came out and he didn’t ask for mercy. If he didn’t stop it, he could only admit defeat and laughed: “Didn’t the Lord bring back many gifts? Give it to everyone, Qingluan and the others have been looking forward to it for a long time."

"Yes," Song Qingshi finally eased his breath and wiped away the tears from his laughter. Thinking of this important thing, he also checked the homework of these children and gave out prizes based on their homework scores, "No joy, you accompany me. , I’m not familiar with them, I’m afraid of saying the wrong thing."

Yue Wuhuan followed: "I just happened to find some kite materials."

Schools have scholarships, and some professors will give small gifts to students they like as a sign of encouragement.

Song Qingshi considered the future of these mortal children. The immortal world had nothing to do with imperial examinations. They were of low birth and poor physical qualifications, and could not go too far on the road of cultivation, but their wisdom was fair.

Talisman array, organ, pharmacy, medicine, alchemy...

In the hall of knowledge, there is no difference between mortal, immortal or immortal hybrid. Everyone has the same starting point.

Song Qingshi discussed this issue with Yue Wuhuan: "If there is a day, the world will be changed by mortals, it will be very interesting."

Yue Wuhuan felt that he was talking about dreams, and asked, "What can a mortal do? We are as weak as an ant, and will die casually."

"I don't know." Song Qingshi also felt that his ideas were very immature, but he had seen a world made up of mortals, and that world had other wonderful things, "Wuhuan, have you heard of the concept of chaos? That is, things will be inaccurate. Or inaccurate, any result can happen. For example, butterfly flapping its wings may change the subtle movement of the airflow, causing a chain reaction, and finally causing tornadoes thousands of miles away. In fact, every change in the world has been inadvertently taken care of. Affected by the details."

The more joyless he listened, the more confused he was: "How did the Lord know that the wings of a butterfly cause a tornado?"

Song Qingshi tried to explain the concepts of deterministic systems, random irregular motions, and nonlinear systems, etc., and stirred the more unhappy into the clouds. In the end, the topic didn’t know how to skew the black death butterfly’s toxicology and mode of operation, and it became Harmonious pharmacy discussion, and then expanded into organism...

In short, he hopes that these children will study hard, make progress every day, change their lives, and be useful talents for the future!

When Song Qingshi came to the school, Qingluan was leading the children to distinguish drugs and experiment, and laughed constantly.

He feels that this girl is getting better and better after getting rid of the shackles. The beauty of a movie star and the intelligence of a world-renowned school, although not as good as the beauty of the godless, who is at the guarding level, is also a first-class talent, and She seems to like medicine very much. She looks at the mouse with light in her eyes, but she has no interest in toxicology.

Qingluan saw the Lord coming, and hurriedly signaled to the children to be quiet.

Song Qingshi asked them to hand in all their homework during this period and check the results. Most of the children are trying to do exercises according to his previous topics, and many of them are studying the medicine of the immortal world. Qingluan is the only researcher on ordinary medicines for various internal and external injuries. One of the medicines is anti-inflammatory and antibacterial to prevent wound infection. Song Qingshi has consciously studied it well, but she is still trying to improve the formula. , Some programs are even reducing the efficacy of the drug, seeming to seek other purposes.

Although all the results of her improvement are failures, the improvement itself is very interesting.

Song Qingshi called her over and asked her ideas.

Qing Luan was very embarrassed: "I want to reduce the cost and difficulty of making this medicine."

Song Qingshi was puzzled: "However, if you do this, the efficacy of Chubu Pill will not reach the highest level."

Qingluan was a little nervous, and looked at Yue Wuhuan secretly. After confirming that the other party had allowed her to speak, he said, "My father is a doctor of medicine. Of course, he doesn't have good medical skills. He just deals with minor illnesses for the villagers. Pain, low income. When I was a child, I followed my father to see a doctor. A wind and cold can kill a child. A nail that pierces the sole of the foot can kill a blacksmith. A fall can cause an old man to die. They have no money to go. With such expensive medicine..."

Song Qingshi was stunned. This was an area he had never touched.

"The Lord's Chubu Pill has the highest medicinal effect, this is beyond doubt," Qingluan bit her lip, and finally said what she buried in her heart, "I think that many patients’ injuries, if they are dealt with in time, I don’t need to use such a high-standard pill. I want to reduce the cost of Chuan Dan and make it the most common medicine, even... a treatment method that even mortal doctors can use. I may be whimsical, but My father, he was injured by a falling rock on his way to the clinic, his wound was infected and died..."

Yue Wuhuan felt that she had said a little too much, and warned in a low voice: "Qingluan, don't mention this."

"I'm sorry, I'm talking nonsense," Qingluan's eyes were fogged, "I just think...if there were such medicines in the world, if there were medicines that ordinary people could afford, my father would not die. Now, my home will never be gone."

Song Qingshi thought for a long time, then smiled: "You are right, you have the kindness of a doctor."

Qing Luan raised her head in surprise, unable to hide the tears in her eyes.

Song Qingshi looked at her plan again and made a suggestion: "You try to replace the finchgrass in the pill pill with purple vermillion, and then reduce the proportion of cranes and clouds... This is what I used to think is not the best. You can try to improve on the failed formula of the drug effect. In addition, you can try to study Penicillium. This cost is very low and suitable for mortals... I remember there are several low-cost antibacterial drugs. I will sort out the relevant information later. Come out to you."

Qing Luan fell into ecstasy and kept thanking him.

Song Qingshi suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. He looked at the more Wuhuan who didn't put these little things in his heart, and then looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, it seemed that something was quietly changing.

...

Under the strict supervision of Qingluan squad leader, most of the children's homework is very good, except for He Qingyun, who is completely indifferent to studying, but he also has self-knowledge and just wants to farm. Although Ming Hong is very good, but he is not in these medical sciences. He has a higher spiritual talent than other children. He yearns for more joyless swordsmanship. He wants to be a true monk and everyone's protector.

Both of them clearly expressed their pursuits.

People have their own ambitions and cannot be forced.

Song Qingshi decided to assign majors to everyone later, so that everyone can do what they like.

Yue Wuhuan finally found bamboo strips and wooden blocks suitable for kite making. He sat next to him and used a knife to sort out the shape of the bamboo strips and put together the prototype of the kite. It seemed that he wanted to make a big and beautiful kite. Song Qingshi was very happy to see it, and took out a large pile of gifts brought back from Nanhai City and distributed them to everyone.

Qingluan scored the best. Although she repeatedly declined, she was still stuffed with a golden step made of pearls and gems and a blue jacquard brocade, and she also took a strange wooden sculpture and a colorful glass bottle. She pondered the tastes of the two, and quickly understood that the beautiful fabrics and jewelry were chosen by Brother Wuhuan, and the strange things must be chosen by the Lord.

As long as there is money in Song Qingshi's pocket, he will spend most of his money. Most of his money is bought for Yue Wuhuan to buy gems, such as dragon jade, shark pearls, moonstones, etc. The brilliance of the gems of the fairy world is extremely magnificent, far better than mundane things... …The more Wuhuan’s treasure box contained only the mortal gems that the Lord had given back in those years, and other similar ones were not collected. Instead, they were replaced by golden rock jade, glazed glaze pearls and so on that were unintentionally obtained in the secret realm.

This time he saw Song Qingshi buying jewelry. Under the salesmanship of the shopkeeper, he went straight to the thick, large, heavy, and vulgar slow-moving goods, and also tried to buy him a gorgeous gemstone collar with an indescribable appearance. She exaggerates beauty...Although he thinks he can hold down such peculiar jewelry, he might be misunderstood by his taste when he walks out the door.

He really couldn't bear this kind of thing, so he had to intervene and re-selected the jewelry and fabrics for Song Qingshi.

Now, think about it...

Song Qingshi's vision seems to be difficult to explain in a word?

It feels like his good-looking tone is similar to that of the gemstone collar?

Yue Wuhuan took a peek at his glasses and was a little doubtful about his beauty.