Farmer’s Blessed Girl

"Okay." Man Bao grabbed her hand without using a pulse pillow, just put it on his lap and stood up.

Minda:  …

She looked at Chang Yu and Zhou Man, and always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say that Chang Yu was not sick.

Is it possible to be sick to one person's likes and dislikes?

Who in this world is not sick?

Saints also have likes and dislikes, right?

It can be seen that the elder sister is so cooperative with Zhou Man, Mingda opened his mouth, but did not ask.

Man Bao stopped after a while, and said solemnly, "You are a little angry, and your food is stagnant. Are you eating too much meat?"

Chang Yu: "The meat is delicious recently."

"How can spring meat be delicious? Meat is delicious in autumn and winter. The best thing to eat in spring is vegetables," Man Bao said, "You should eat more vegetables, but unfortunately you can't go out of the palace, otherwise I will take you with you. Go back to my house to eat wild vegetables, the wild vegetables made by my sister-in-law are delicious."

Chang Yu asked, "How did you do it?"

"Pinch the tender ones, put them in boiling water, then boil them with plain water, then chop them up and mix with some mashed garlic and vinegar, and add a little salt. It's delicious. I can eat three bowls of porridge."

Chang Yu didn't believe it, "Didn't you say that wild vegetables are bitter?"

"My sister-in-law's cooking is not bitter. After blanching, the bitter taste will come out, but what my second sister-in-law does is not. What my second sister-in-law makes is only bitter."

"Then bring me a little when you enter the palace next time."

"But the wild vegetables don't look good when they're done, and they'll look a little dark after a long time. They look like poison, and the guards at the palace gate might not let me take them in."

Chang Yu tilted his head to confirm again: "Is it really delicious?"

"Really delicious."

"Okay, then you... I'll do the math, are you going to take a shower the day after tomorrow? Then you will bring it to the gate of the palace the day after tomorrow."

Mingda said, "Sister, if Zhou Man can't bring it in, then you probably won't be able to bring it in either."

"It doesn't matter, I'll just eat it at the gate of the palace." Chang Yu said, "I just want to taste the super delicious wild vegetables you said."

Man Bao felt that this was a good idea, and nodded again and again.

Mingda was suddenly tired and didn't want to care about the two of them. She asked helplessly, "Aren't you talking about your sister's illness?"

"Oh, yes," Chang Yu asked, "is my illness serious?"

"It's not very serious," Man Bao said solemnly: "But the treatment should be treated as soon as possible, otherwise it will get worse and worse."

Chang Yu also nodded seriously, "I know, but when you are looking for a recipe, give me a recipe that is not too bitter. It would be great if it could be made into pills, and honey pills are the best."

Man Bao nodded, "But you shouldn't need to take medicine."

Chang Yu felt a chill on his back, glanced at Ming Da and whispered, "I, I don't really want to get needles."

She kept watching Minda get the needle, but she didn't want to.

Man Bao said: "It depends on the actual situation, but I guess, you probably don't need acupuncture treatment, you are not that serious."

Chang Yu was puzzled, "You don't need to take medicine, and you don't need to stick needles, so how do you treat it?"

"Let's chat and find out. There are many other treatments. Wait for me to go back and look through the book to find out."

Mingda fell on the couch with a smile, clutching his stomach with joy.

Chang Yu finally realized that something was wrong, and lost his voice: "Chat for treatment? Are you making fun of me after co-authoring for a long time?"

Man Bao shook his head seriously and said, "No, do you think chatting can't cure illness? Do you know what mental illness is?"

Chang Yu said angrily, "I don't know."

"Then have you heard from the imperial physicians that the patient is over-thinking, over-thinking, worried in his heart, stagnant in his heart..."

"Stop, stop, I've heard these words before."

"This is sickness," Man Bao said, "However, we doctors are not very familiar with those patients, and it is not easy to talk to them, so we can only prescribe medicine, and then explain it on the surface. You have to relax and think about it. As for whether you can be relieved or not, that depends on each individual.”

"But what a good relationship I have with you. Naturally, we can have a heart-to-heart talk. If you want to take medicine, you can also take it. I'll prescribe it for you?"

"Don't," Chang Yu immediately hugged her arm and smiled, "You're right, who am I and who is who? We don't need to prescribe medicine, we can just chat and talk."

Man Bao nodded with satisfaction, and comforted her: "Don't worry, I will check the medical book as soon as I go back, and I will come to chat with you tomorrow."

Ming Da, who had stopped laughing, couldn't help but lie down on the couch and laughed again, tears were about to flow out.

Man Bao pushed her, "Don't laugh, we are all serious."

Chang Yu said, "Don't pay attention to her, I can also feel that I am sick."

Because of this sentence, Mingda Tete first found a reason to send Chang Yu away, and then pulled Man Bao and asked, "Is my sister really sick, or is she fake?"

Man Bao said: "Drilling at the tip of a bull's horn is also a disease."

Mingda burst out laughing, completely relieved, "You scared me, thought it was a serious illness."

Man Bao also laughed, this disease is said to be a disease, but it really doesn't matter if it can't be cured. After all, it is his own choice to live his life.

But being cured is the best, not to mention that Chang Yu is not someone else, but her friend, she hopes she can live well.

Man Bao returned to the Taiyuan Hospital to write down Mingda's pulse case and then returned to the Chongwen Museum, and then sneaked back to his room to ask Mr. Mo for advice.

Mr. Mo didn't expect that one day he would become a love counselor, but the key is that he is not married yet. Is it too early for him to be a love counselor?

But looking at the pupil's eager eyes, he still sighed and chatted with her, "Since your friend, no, is a patient, since the female patient doesn't like her fiancé so much, why did she agree to be with him? What about marriage?"

Man Bao said: "She doesn't have a better choice. Although she doesn't like Wei Yu very much, Wei Yu is a gentleman with good talent and personality. Although the Wei family came from a poor family, his father is now the prime minister. So it's not bad in the family world."

Teacher Mo understood, "This is still a political marriage, so does she have someone she likes?"

Man Bao became distressed, "Is there? Yes, but it doesn't count."

Teacher Mo was also distressed, "If you have it, you have it. If you don't have it, you don't have it. Why do you hesitate?"

Man Bao said: "She likes good-looking people, we have a gentleman here, he is very good-looking, and his character and talent are all first-class. Young girls like him."

Teacher Mo: "...a star."

Man Bao thought for a while, his eyes brightened, "Yes, the teacher's description is good, it shines like a star in the sky, attracting attention and liking."

Teacher Mo glanced at Man Bao and didn't tell her what a star was, but said: "In this way, her mind is relatively simple, and she should be better guided. Think about it, her fiance has a relationship with the star she likes. There is nothing in common. If there are common advantages, it will be a good guide. By the way, how old is your female patient? "

Man Bao knew that they all liked to ask about the birthday, so he said, "It's fifteen."

See you tomorrow