The Regent Princess has run away again

Chapter 127: Xinglin Master

Mu Xingchen had already sat down in the main seat, with the organizer of the competition on his left, and two seats were empty on his right.

After Xue Zhiyu signaled to Mo Chenru to cheer him on, she and Mingzhi sat in the empty seat next to Mu Xingchen.

The purpose of this competition is to provide free medical consultation to the people of Yuzhou Country. The top 20 people who can see the most patients and diagnose the disease accurately through pulse diagnosis within the specified time will enter the second track.

In the second track, in addition to identifying medicinal materials, you also have to prepare prescriptions. The one who finishes the fastest wins.

Xue Zhiyu glanced at the incense in the incense burner. It seemed that the competition was about to begin. All the doctors who came to participate in the competition sat back in their seats and waited for the incense stick to burn out.

Common people have entered the inner courtyard one after another and are waiting at the back. Some of them have several patches on their clothes. They just want to take this opportunity to see a doctor. After all, it is good enough for them to have enough food to eat, not to mention having extra money left for seeing a doctor.

As the last bit of the incense stick burned out, the organizer cleared his throat and said, "The competition is about to begin!"

The organizer will re-light new incense and start the countdown.

The common people would choose the nearest doctor, sit down and start telling him about their discomfort.

Xue Zhiyu glanced at the scene in full swing. This was quite similar to her competition in the real world. Except for the lack of a written test, everything else was basically the same. Then she looked at Mu Xingchen and asked, "Master, who won the last competition?"

"Mo Chenru."

Xue Zhiyu raised her eyebrows. She was not very surprised by the result. As if she had thought of something, she lowered her voice and continued to ask, "I heard that Mo Chenru also wanted to be your disciple. Why didn't you accept him as your disciple?"

Mu Xingchen turned his head and glanced at her, then said calmly, "The relationship between a master and a disciple depends on fate. When fate arrives, it will come naturally."

Mingzhi also interrupted at this time and said, "In addition, Master Xijing has accepted two now, and I guess he won't accept any more."

Just when Xue Zhiyu was about to make a few jokes, an old woman stumbled in. She glanced at the doctors around her, and when she saw that there was no one queuing in front of the person sitting in the main seat, she felt like she had seen a savior.

"Doctor, please save my son!"

Mu Xingchen looked at the old woman and saw that her hair was already disheveled from running. He consoled her, "Tell me, what's going on with your son?"

"My son suddenly became like a lost soul one day. He was mumbling all day long. Occasionally, I saw him talking to himself. The clinic prescribed medicine for him, but he still didn't recover."

"Where is your son?"

The old woman turned around and tried to pull her son over, but he didn't come over. She immediately became anxious and said, "I brought him here, but I don't know where he is now."

The organizer, who was watching from the side, also consoled him by saying, "How about this, we'll send someone to look around here too. I think your son is probably wandering around here too."

"Thank you so much, you are really good people!"

The organizer quickly brought over a child who was about seven or eight years old. The old woman immediately picked him up and looked left and right. After confirming that he was not injured, she looked at Mu Xingchen and said, "Doctor, can you take a look at my son? What happened?"

The boy seemed to have no idea what was going on. He looked at Mu Xingchen, then at the people around him, with a look of confusion on his face. He suddenly giggled a few times, but soon his eyes widened and he looked terrified.

Mu Xingchen pondered for a moment, took the paper and pen beside him, and quickly wrote down the prescription. As he wrote, he said slowly, "Your son was frightened and lost one of his souls. I prescribed him a prescription to calm his nerves. He needs to rest during this period. Remember not to let him be frightened again."

The old woman nodded, keeping Mu Xingchen's words in mind. After taking the prescription, she touched the copper coins in her purse and asked timidly, "Doctor, how much is the consultation fee?"

"Thirty copper coins."

When the old woman heard this, the worry on her face disappeared immediately. She had exactly thirty copper coins with her, and she quickly counted them out one by one from her purse.

"Thank you, doctor. May I ask where you are from? I will definitely visit you when my son recovers."

"I have no fixed home, I am just a free man. We will meet again if we are destined to do so in the future."

The old woman was extremely grateful, but she didn't know how to express it, so she could only keep saying thank you.

After Xue Zhiyu watched the old woman and her son leave, she looked at Mu Xingchen with admiration. What she had just thought of was the Anshen Rhino Horn Pill. The prescription her master had written also contained rhino horn, but there were also other medicinal ingredients she had never seen before.

She leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Master, what is the prescription you just wrote? I don't think I've seen it before."

"The recipe for Guihun Pills is also recorded in the medicine recipe I gave you. It's on page 60."

Xue Zhiyu nodded in understanding and admired Mu Xingchen even more. Is this the strength of the number one genius doctor? One day she will be as powerful as her master.

Mu Xingchen seemed to know what she was thinking. He smiled slightly but didn't say much.

The time of one stick of incense passed quickly, and the organizer struck the gong.

The servant boy in charge of recording collected the papers and another organizer started counting.

The doctor sitting in front of the examination table was nervously waiting for the result. The only sound in the silence was the sound of beads colliding, and no one dared to make a sound.

Especially those doctors who came from far away, some were so nervous that they were shaking all over, while others were calm and not worried about the results at all.

The organizer in charge of the calculation wrote down the names of the top twenty doctors and handed them respectfully to Mu Xingchen.

Mu Xingchen took the paper and glanced at everyone, then slowly said, "Those who entered the second round are Mo Chenru, Yue'er, Kuixing, Wenjie..."

Everyone felt relieved after hearing their names, but some still hoped that their names would be called last. However, when the twentieth name was called out, everyone looked as pale as death.

Some who couldn't stand it had already left the inner courtyard, while some, even if it had nothing to do with them, wanted to stay and see who would win in the end.

While the doctors were resting, the servants quickly moved the extra examination tables away, leaving only twenty, and took out different medicinal herbs from the medicine storehouse and placed them on the tables.

Xue Zhiyu noticed that among the twenty doctors who stayed behind, there was only one woman. She was wearing a simple cotton and linen dress, and her dark blue hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin. Her facial features were very three-dimensional, more like someone from the Western Regions. Her face was as rosy as a peach, and her lake blue eyes seemed to be filled with strong emotions in the sunlight, making people unable to look away.

She seemed to sense that someone was watching her, and nodded in the direction of Xue Zhiyu as a greeting, then lowered her head and thought about something.

Now it was Xue Zhiyu's turn to feel embarrassed. She was peeking at someone and was caught. She had no choice but to pretend to be calm and nodded. In her heart, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

The break was over and the twenty doctors returned to their positions.

This time there is only a cup of tea, so it is a bit difficult to identify all the mixed herbs. This is why the medical masters are so respected.

Mingzhi yawned and said in boredom, "I really want to go out for a walk again. Seed crispy cakes are really not greasy no matter how much you eat. Junior sister, when will you make this kind of snacks to reward your senior brother?"

Xue Zhiyu thought about it seriously and it was not without her plan. After all, hot pot was not suitable for this weather. She could change to western dishes and snacks, but she would have to wait until she returned to Yan Country to plan it.

Her industry is now on the right track. Both the clinic and the facial cream have achieved good results. As for the humidifier fan, it is now stuck in the problem of mass production. Another issue is pricing. Whether it is Yan Country or Yuzhou Country, the consumption is not high.

If the price of this humidifying fan is too high, ordinary people simply cannot afford it, so she needs to think carefully about this issue.

"Sure, that's what I was thinking. I'll definitely invite you to try it then."

Mingzhi's eyes suddenly lit up. His junior sister always had a lot of strange ideas. Maybe she could really make delicious snacks.

"Then it's a deal, I must be the first one to try it!"

Xue Zhiyu held her forehead helplessly and had to agree: "Okay, okay, you must be the first one to taste the new product."

As the two chatted and laughed, the last round of the competition finally ended. Just like the previous round, the servant boy collected the papers from the doctor and handed them over.

The organizer looked at the final result and widened his eyes in surprise, but still let Mu Xingchen announce the result.

Mu Xingchen didn't react much, his voice was as cold as before, as if it was just a trivial matter.

"This time, the Xinglin Master is Yue'er, with a score of 50 points. The second place is Mo Chenru, with a score of 49."

The full score was fifty. Not to mention Xue Zhiyu, even Mingzhi was a little surprised. It was the first time he saw someone get full marks, and this time it was not Mo Chenru.

The news of who will be the new Medical Master has spread throughout the streets and alleys, and almost half of the people are secretly betting on Mo Chenru's re-election.

The news that came at this time was bad news for them. Some of them who had gambled almost their entire fortunes were about to faint.

Only one or two people placed their bets on Yue'er, and now she has made a fortune. She is so happy that she is grinning from ear to ear.

On the other hand, Mo Chenru was not too disappointed. He admired the person in front of him very much. He walked up to congratulate him and said, "Congratulations. I wonder which clinic Doctor Yue'er is from. I don't think I've seen him very often."

Yue Er glanced at him, then looked away and said, "I have never been to the clinic."

"Then I wonder if you are interested in coming to my Nian Xi Tang for consultation? Just name your price."

"No need."

Yue'er refused directly and refuted without thinking. She walked to the main seat and took the jade token from Xinglin Saint.

"Xiangluo, Xuezhi and Tianzhixiang, I'll have someone send them to you. Please write down the address," Mu Xingchen placed the paper and pen next to him in front of Yue'er.

Yue'er bent down and wrote a few words, then took the jade token and left without looking back.

Mingzhi looked at Yue'er's receding back and couldn't help but admire her. "She is really amazing. She was able to get full marks and she was able to recognize several original herbs that had not been sliced."

Xue Zhiyu nodded in agreement. She felt that this doctor named Yue'er had an aura that kept strangers away, but for some reason she always felt that Yue'er seemed familiar.

But this person does not exist in my previous life's memory, which is really strange.

Yue'er, who had already left Yuejiang Tower, walked into the alley, looked around, and then got into the carriage parked at the end of the alley.

In the carriage, Wen Jingxuan closed his eyes and did not open them. After hearing the noise, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yue'er and asked, "How is it?"

"Nothing unusual." Yue'er reported truthfully, her lake blue eyes as calm as dead water.

Wen Jingxuan stared at Yue'er for a long time, with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He pulled Yue'er over with one hand, put his hand on her head, and muttered something.

In just a few seconds, the vitality in Yue'erhu's blue eyes gradually faded away, and was replaced by a layer of light gray mist.

"What a pity that the master and servant cannot recognize each other when they meet. I will bring Ling Yu here to accompany you personally. Now you and your servant can be reunited again."

Yue'er didn't react at all. She just leaned blankly in Wen Jingxuan's arms, like a completely abandoned machine.

Wen Jingxuan looked at Yue'er's reaction with a cruel smile on his face. He was really looking forward to it more and more.

"Go back to the palace."

The driver outside the carriage immediately turned the horse around and quickly disappeared into another alley.

Mo Chenru was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he came over with great interest and bowed to Mu Xingchen, saying, "I have long heard of your great name, Doctor Mu. It is my honor to meet you again!"

Mu Xingchen nodded and said nothing else. Xue Zhiyu came out to smooth things over and said, "My master is tired. He actually knows you. Not bad, not bad. There is a bright future ahead of you, young man."

The organizer also came to thank Mu Xingchen and said, "Thank you Divine Doctor Mu for taking the time to come here. If it weren't for Divine Doctor Mu, I'm afraid not many doctors would be willing to participate."

"I'm just doing my best. You guys did a great job organizing this event."

This was probably the most words Mu Xingchen had ever spoken to outsiders in the inner courtyard. The organizer was suddenly a little flattered and suspected that he was hallucinating. He quietly pinched his thigh, and the pain made him gasp. Only then did he confirm that he was not dreaming.

"You are too polite, Doctor Mu. We have prepared some excellent food. Please do not refuse. We will deliver it to your room."

Mo Chenru naturally followed with a thick face. After all, the opportunity was rare. If he could get some guidance from Doctor Mu, it would make a huge difference.

Xue Zhiyu stood up and rubbed her waist. She was tired from sitting, so it seemed that she needed to exercise some more.

After they left the inner courtyard and returned to the room on the second floor, Mo Chenru noticed the view outside the window and exclaimed in amazement, "It turns out that the best room is reserved for Doctor Mu. I was wondering why this room could not be booked."

"Are you jealous? I can smell the sour smell from a long distance away," Xue Zhiyu couldn't help but joked.

Who knew that Mo Chenru asked seriously, "What's the sour taste?"

Seeing his serious question, Xue Zhiyu suppressed her smile and explained, "To put it simply, you are jealous."

Although Mo Chenru didn't quite understand this strange statement, after Xue Zhiyu's explanation and considering the context, he understood it roughly.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and continued to speak, imitating Xue Zhiyu's words: "Yeah, it really makes me jealous."