I'm not willing to be a cannon fodder for the female supporting role anymore

Seeing that the other old Chinese doctors seemed to want to make things difficult for him, Mo Boyang asked first.

"Epileptic."

Yueying really didn't know what epilepsy was called here, so she tentatively said another name, then turned around and asked the patient again.

"Have you ever experienced uncontrolled twitching of your limbs?"

"how do you know?"

The patient responded with some surprise, and it was obvious that Yueying had hit the nail on the head. The other veteran Chinese doctors all frowned.

"Your condition is in the early stages, and it's really not easy to diagnose. You should be more careful about your diet in the future. Current medical treatments can't cure it, they can only alleviate and delay the symptoms."

Giving the patient a few words of advice was the most she could do in this world.

"Does Luo Xue pass this person's diagnosis?"

The other elders took her pulse again and discussed the matter. Although one old Chinese doctor was not satisfied with her being a girl, the Marshal, who was watching from the side, nodded according to the truth.

After the examination, the elders failed to make things difficult for Yueying, and agreed to approve her medical qualification, but said that she had to wait.

“If you’ve passed, why wait?”

Yueying thought that she might have to deal with these teachers in the future before she could successfully obtain the certificate, but Mo Boyang suddenly spoke.

After taking a look at Marshal Mo, she had some ideas in her mind. She had just examined a few guards, and compared with those old doctors, she could be considered quick, accurate and ruthless. She guessed that the Marshal wanted to keep her and make important use of her.

"To be honest, Marshal, there are quotas every month, and there are no more this month."

"I asked you to establish a medical practice review system in order to control businessmen's pursuit of profit and prevent doctors from killing people for money, not to restrict excellent doctors from practicing medicine."

Mo Boyang lazily slammed the pistol at his waist on the table in front of him, looking as if he needed an explanation immediately.

In fact, issuing a medical license to Yueying was a reasonable and legal matter, but because she was a young girl, the elders had some selfish motives, so when the Marshal did this, they felt that their behavior was unnecessary.

"Since the Marshal has asked, let's make an exception and add one more spot this month."

The old doctor in the lead spoke first, stroked his beard, and continued without changing his expression.

"The girl is quite talented, who is her teacher?"

"Qingfeng Taoist Temple."

"Taoist temple?"

When several veteran Chinese doctors heard this answer, they couldn't help but look at the girl in front of them a few more times.

With such a background, he actually had excellent medical skills, which made them feel even more uncomfortable.

"My masters often travel around, treating patients and saving lives, and they have a lot of experience. I am lucky to have inherited their skills."

They had to admit that her unconventional approach was indeed quite good. Under the Marshal's stern gaze, the others could only give her a few superficial compliments and then leave.

"This little girl is too young. She should learn from a master for a few more years. Should we really issue her a certificate?"

After leaving the Marshal's Mansion, Mr. Jin couldn't help but express his opinion. After all, this group of people still looked down on girls.

"Marshal Mo doesn't sound like he's negotiating with us."

"That Miss Qian is actually quite good."

The old doctor, who had also diagnosed the patient's epilepsy when taking the patient's pulse before, thought for a long time and opened his mouth to help.

At that time, because the pulse was very weak and uncertain, everyone else said that the patient was in good health and just had old injuries and alcoholism, so he didn't say anything. It was not until Yueying also made the judgment that he confirmed that his pulse diagnosis was indeed correct.

"Just wait, practicing medicine is not that easy."

Inside the Marshal’s Mansion.

"Thank you for your help, Marshal Mo. Otherwise, I might not have passed the exam so smoothly."

"No need to thank me, Luoxue herself has to have real skills."

Falling snow? Isn’t this a bit too intimate?

Yueying then took a good look at Mo Boyang, who had a big beard and looked to be in his thirties or forties.

Today, the two of them were closer, and Yueying smelled a faint herbal scent on him. She carefully observed the exposed skin between his eyebrows and eyes, which was a little unnaturally dark and a little strange.

Mo Boyang suddenly laughed, interrupting Yueying's thoughts. She withdrew her gaze somewhat embarrassedly. After all, staring at others was very impolite.

"Miss Luoxue has taken a fancy to Mo?"

How shameless, Yueying thought, the little white fox is only seventeen or eighteen years old in human form, and he can be someone's father.

"You are joking, Marshal. I was just thinking about the pulse of the patient before and was a little absent-minded."

"Miss Luoxue is dedicated to her work."

Yueying smiled, as if she remembered something.

"By the way, Marshal, have you found Miss Chen, or someone who knows sign language?"

"Not yet. Someone who knows sign language will be here in two days."

Mo Boyang paused, his tone stiffening.

"I……"

Yueying drew out the words, not knowing whether it was appropriate for her to suggest leaving the house first. After all, she had just accepted such a big favor from someone else.

"What's the matter? My residence failed to provide good hospitality, and Miss Luoxue can't stay here any longer?"

Yueying felt a little embarrassed that the other party had accurately grasped her thoughts, so she could only smile awkwardly.

"That's not true. I just followed my masters to treat patients among the common people in my early years. I'm used to being idle. Living in a wealthy family would make me feel uncomfortable."

"Does it make Miss Luoxue feel uncomfortable, or does it mean that my residence did not provide a good reception? Where is the person who served Miss yesterday?"

Mo Boyang raised his eyebrows and turned his face to the side, speaking loudly.

"No, no, no, I can. It's totally fine for me to live in the Marshal's Mansion."

Yueying was afraid that someone would be punished because of her, so she quickly waved her hand and stopped Mo Boyang from greeting people.

"Then you can stay here peacefully, girl. To be honest, you are new here and you are unfamiliar with the place. I am worried about letting you live out alone."

Hearing the Marshal say this, Yueying could only smile and thank him awkwardly. She always felt that the words were a little too intimate, but she also felt that she was thinking too much.

"Thank you, Marshal."

She suspected that Mo Boyang had bad intentions towards her, but Yueying could not find any evidence.

After that day, no matter if someone brought him a medical certificate or someone who knew sign language confirmed through Aunt Qiao's gestures that he had nothing to do with Miss Chen's disappearance, Mo Boyang never showed up again.

Fortunately, the clinic's affairs were not delayed, and Adjutant Li personally accompanied Yueying to the street to find a shop.

"Doctor Qian, the Marshal said that he will pay for the herbs in the shop, and the income will be split 50-50 between you, is that okay?"

To Yueying, he could invest his own technology and get half of the shares, and it could also be under the banner of the Marshal's Mansion. It was a great deal for him.

But if you say that you won’t pay a price for this pie-in-the-sky thing, Yueying always feels uneasy.

"Let me think about it first."

Yueying originally wanted to use her own money to rent the shop, but since Adjutant Li was there, she had to take a step back.

"Are you still renting the shop?"

"No, our lady likes it and wants to buy it directly."

"This……"

The landlord's eyes narrowed into slits instantly, and he was even more attentive than when we were talking about renting the house just now.

In years of war, people with extra properties would naturally be more willing to sell their houses, especially at a high price.

Yueying listened to the conversation between Adjutant Li and the landlord, and she didn't know what to say. She just thought that she had to find an opportunity to meet the Marshal.

It was late at night, and Yueying was leaning against the window, listening to when the Marshal would return home.

I was already shaking my head and feeling a little sleepy when the sound of a car was heard in the yard.

She patted her cheeks to relieve her sleepiness, then walked to the door and waited for the sound of leather boots coming up the stairs.

"Commander."

Yueying was dressed neatly. She opened the door, smiled slightly, and politely greeted the oncoming commander.

Knowing that she was waiting for him, Mo Boyang was stunned for a moment, then stopped and looked at her, waiting for Yueying to continue.

"Marshal, it's about the clinic."

"Doctor Qian has concerns about my arrangements?"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion caused by the moonlight, but I feel that the Marshal’s skin color today looks more natural than it did a few days ago.

"I am grateful for your great favor. I feel a little..."

He hesitated to speak, wanting Mo Boyang to state the terms himself.

The man was wearing a military uniform. Yueying looked at him carefully and found that his aura was no less than that of the male protagonist.

"In this world, it is very rare to find someone with good medical skills."

Mo Boyang's tone was light, but one could tell he was sincere. After hearing this, Yueying suddenly realized that she was narrow-minded.

Something in my mind moved me, so I quickly changed the subject.

"Marshal, can I take your pulse?"

"Did you notice that I was unwell?"

Why does Meiyang smell like herbs? But Yueying was closer this time and could see something wrong.

"I just want to check the Marshal's pulse."

She was a little hesitant to say it directly, Mo Boyang looked like he was poisoned.

The poisoning or assassination of a leader would affect social stability, so she could only signal with her eyes. Marshal Mo understood and nodded.

"Come sit in my room."

Although it was not appropriate to go to a man's bedroom late at night, Yueying knew that Mo Boyang was a man who valued talent and wanted to use her, so he would definitely not do anything bad to her.

After sitting down, Yueying carefully observed the skin on Mo Boyang's face, checked his pulse, rolled up his sleeves, and took a closer look.

"Marshal, you have been poisoned for some time. Can you show me the residue of the medicine you drank?"

"You know I'm taking medicine?"

"You smell like medicine."

Mo Boyang nodded.

"Poisoned? Are you sure it's not a heart disease?"

"The poison damaged the heart vessels, which caused the heart disease. It should be a chronic poison. I need to take some of your blood to find out what it is."

After Yueying finished speaking, Mo Boyang pulled out a dagger and was about to slash her arm. She had no choice but to hold the man's wrist tightly.

"and many more."

In this world, compared to the warlord era of the Republic of China, Western medicine has been introduced, so drawing blood with a needle is more normal.

She quickly ran back to her bedroom and took out a few simple medical instruments for blood tests from the space.

Yueying returned to Mo Boyang's room, drew a tube of blood, and pretended to determine the toxicity by smelling it, but in fact she was testing it with simple tools. She was already proficient in poison techniques, and she had researched and made her own poison testing equipment in the previous world.

This poison was actually the same as the one Huo Lingqi had been poisoned with before, except that one person was given the drug for a long time, while the other was given a large amount of the drug at one time.

"If the person who assassinated Huo Lingqi was his brother, why did he drug Mo Boyang?"

Yueying was thinking so deeply that she couldn't help but speak out what was in her mind.

"Assassinate Huo Lingqi?"

Mo Boyang heard Yueying mumbling something and asked her.

"what?"

At that moment, I felt that I was doomed. Why did I have a mouth?

Yueying bit her lower lip and saw Mo Boyang looking at her with a smile on his face. How could she explain this?

"Marshal Mo, I'm not a spy. You know, I used to run a small clinic in the North City, but a few days ago Huo Lingqi collapsed in front of my house with wounds all over his body. After I rescued him, many soldiers came, and I always felt that my small clinic was too dangerous, so I ran away."

"You are so straightforward. Are you just going to tell me everything?"

"That's all, I swear!"

"I went to the Qingfeng Taoist Temple to check, and there is no problem with your background. It's just that what you said about the clinic being harassed by thugs is a little inconsistent, but it is true, so you have nothing else to hide, right?"

It sounded like he had done something unforgivable, and yet his corpse was being whipped over and over again like this.

"No, I just cherish my life and want to avoid you big guys. Who would have thought that when I first came to South City, I would run into your fiancée running away from the marriage, and by some strange coincidence, I was caught and used as a military doctor."

Petite, pitiful and helpless, this is the character Yueying wants to establish for herself at the moment.

"Military doctor? You have given yourself a good position. If the army needs you in the future, they will pull you to the front line."

"No, Marshal, can I not go? My talent is more useful when I am alive. If I don't pass on my medical skills to a few, dozens, or even hundreds of disciples, it will be a big loss."

Yueying kept talking and talking, completely forgetting that the image she had just tried to pretend to be weak and unable to take care of herself had collapsed.

There is no such thing as resisting foreign enemies in this world. It's just a war among warlords, with people fighting against each other. Yueying says that it would be best for everyone to live in peace and not fight anymore.

"You're really anxious. You're used to birth, aging, sickness and death. Why are you so afraid of death?"

Mo Boyang thought the little girl was quite interesting. She had two different faces, but neither of them was very annoying.

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of dying meaninglessly. To be honest, the so-called battle on the front line is just a fight between you guys for power and territory, right?"

As the story progressed, Yueying's voice became smaller and smaller, but she had to make up for it by acting like a little girl who was afraid to face a big shot.

"Okay, if you're timid, then be timid. Why did you suddenly mention Huo Lingqi's assassination?"

"Oh, yes, your poison is the same as Huo Lingqi's. The most important thing is that this poison is not easy to refine. I don't know if you have heard of the main ingredient, Jiuchongcao. This herb really grows once every hundred years, and it only grows on the snowy mountains. According to records, there is only one plant growing within a hundred miles. You can see how hard it is to find it."

"There are many kinds of poison, why do you choose such a precious poison?"

"It's probably because it's really colorless and odorless, so it's extremely difficult to test. And even if you're poisoned in large doses like Marshal Huo was, it won't kill you immediately. The tests usually suggest that there's something wrong with the heart itself."

"Then how did you know it was poisoned?"

"Do more diagnosis, see more, listen more, and, um, add a little talent."

Yueying smiled and gestured with her finger, her eyes narrowed into crescents. Mo Boyang was stunned for a moment.