The daughter of the prime minister died tragically and was reborn to kill people everywhere

The carriage stopped in front of Doctor Zhang's residence, and Qingyun helped Mu Yunyao get off.

When the doorman of Zhang's house saw who the visitor was, he immediately sent someone inside to report the news, and then he stepped forward and knelt down to pay his respects.

"I meet Princess Yunxi."

"No need to be polite, your master is at home."

The concierge stood up and answered quickly.

"At home, at home. My master has told me that if the princess comes, she can go directly to the palace."

Mu Yunyao nodded slightly, and just as she was about to enter the mansion, she saw Doctor Zhang running out in a hurry.

"Master, how come you have time to come here today?"

Mu Yunyao felt helpless and had no idea how many times she had reminded him not to call her Master.

But this person was very stubborn and insisted that I was his master because I taught him and answered his questions.

Mu Yunyao now feels a little regretful. In order to torment Mu Jinnian, she deliberately asked this person to detoxify him.

Since she couldn't correct it, Mu Yunyao didn't want to care anymore. She let him call her whatever he wanted.

But if one day he dares to use my name to do evil, the worst that can happen is that I will just kill him.

Doctor Zhang never expected that he would have a close call with death just because of the word "Master".

However, it is not without benefits. At least, he was just an ordinary imperial physician in the imperial court, and sometimes it was not even his turn to see the concubines.

But since he recognized this master, not only has his medical skills improved a lot, he has also learned to identify and cure poisons, and now, he has been promoted to the sixth rank of court judge. It may be possible that he can go further and become a court envoy in the future.

Mu Yunyao might not be unaware of his little thoughts.

"I came to see Chen Qinghui, how is he?"

When Doctor Zhang heard this, he changed direction.

Take the person to where Chen Qinghui is temporarily staying.

"Master, I am not a skilled disciple and cannot cure Mr. Chen's leg disease. I can only follow your instructions and nourish his tendons and veins."

Mu Yunyao nodded. She hadn't expected Doctor Zhang to be able to cure her.

"I'll go take a look first. I'll need your assistance when I treat his leg later."

When Doctor Zhang heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Thank you, Master."

His family has been practicing medicine for generations, and it was his grandfather's generation that entered the Imperial Medical Bureau.

He knew better than anyone that the most important thing in medicine is not only talent, but also inheritance.

He also knew that there were many exquisite prescriptions that would never see the light of day because they had no successors.

And inheritance like this is often passed down from father to son, and from son to grandson.

Even if some people would accept disciples, they would only teach superficial things, and the real unique skills would only be passed on to their descendants.

It was a great blessing for him that the master was willing to let him watch from the sidelines.

Mu Yunyao didn't care much. When they arrived at Chen Qinghui's yard, they saw him leaning on a recliner in the yard reading a book.

There was a little boy beside his legs, massaging his legs.

If he hadn't frowned occasionally, which showed that he was not feeling well, Mu Yunyao would have felt comfortable just looking at him.

Doctor Zhang waved to the young boy somewhat embarrassedly.

"Come here, An'er, and meet your master."

As he spoke, he bowed to Mu Yunyao again.

"Master, this is my son Zhang An."

When the young man named Zhang An heard his father's words, he quickly stood up.

The moment he saw Mu Yunyao, his eyes lit up.

Then he lifted the corner of his robe, knelt in front of Mu Yunyao with a "thump", and kowtowed three times.

Then, he grinned with his big white teeth and smiled foolishly at Mu Yunyao.

"Disciple pays homage to Grandmaster."

Qingyun covered her mouth and laughed, but did not forget to complain to Mu Yunyao.

"This young master of Imperial Doctor Zhang's family is too honest. Look, his forehead is purple from being knocked."

Mu Yunyao also felt that he was too honest, so she took out a box of medicine from her sleeve and handed it over.

"Get up and treat the wound on your forehead."

Zhang An took the medicine and the smile on his face became even wider.

"Master, is this the gift you gave me?"

"Uh……"

This really stabilized Mu Yunyao.

She didn't expect that she would have a grandson during this trip, and she really hadn't prepared any gift for the meeting.

But he still said honestly, "This is not a greeting gift, it's just medicine for your wounds."

Doctor Zhang was about to scold his son, saying that it was unacceptable to ask for a gift in this way, but before he could say anything, he heard Mu Yunyao say.

“However, since you call me Grandmaster, you don’t have to give me a gift. I still have a few medical books. I’ll have someone send them to you later.

You have to memorize all of them within three months, otherwise, don’t call me Grandmaster anymore.”

Mu Yunyao had just finished speaking when she saw the originally sunny and cheerful boy turn into a bitter-looking person.

But when Mu Yunyao saw him like this, she smiled happily.

Sure enough, the smile would not disappear but would only shift, either on someone else's face or on her own.

Qingyun also laughed so hard that she fell backwards. Doctor Zhang was also very happy when he saw his son's bitter face.

That's the medical book given by my master. With my master's current medical skills, I know it's a good thing without even reading it.

He smiled and patted his silly son on the head.

"Why are you looking so sad? Why don't you thank your master?"

Zhang An touched the back of his head and looked at his biological father.

"Dad, you're not smart to begin with, and if you beat me you'll become even more stupid."

Doctor Zhang rolled his eyes at him.

"You are stupid, not Dad."

Mu Yunyao ignored the father and son and walked towards Chen Qinghui in the yard.

"Mr. Chen, how do you feel?"

Chen Qinghui nodded and sneered, "Should I call you Princess Yunxi or 'Grandmother'?"

Mu Yunyao raised her eyebrows, "If you want to call me grandma, I don't mind having another grandson?

Do you want me to give you a set of the Four Books and Five Classics as a gift?"

When Zhang An heard this, his eyes lit up.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Do I have to memorize it within three months?"

Chen Qinghui looked at him with a look of "what kind of devil are you?"

Does he know how many words there are in the entire set of Four Books and Five Classics?

There are more than 500,000 words in total. Is it going to kill him to memorize them all within three months?

Mu Yunyao raised her eyebrows, looking as if she was considering something carefully, which made Chen Qinghui feel cold in his heart.

“Princess, I was wrong. I will never make such a joke again.”

Chen Qinghui quickly admitted his mistake and he never dared to be naughty again.

Seeing that he admitted his mistake with a good attitude, Mu Yunyao did not embarrass him anymore.

Instead, he motioned for him to stretch out his hand.

"I'll take your pulse."

Chen Qinghui obeyed obediently, and even when Mu Yunyao asked to personally check the condition of his legs after taking his pulse, he did not dare to raise any objection.

After she had looked at everything, she asked Doctor Zhang to check it again, and then he gave his conclusion.

By doing this, she could be said to be teaching Imperial Doctor Zhang step by step.

Even when his father taught him, he was not so serious.

"how?"

Doctor Zhang thought about it carefully before saying, "It should be possible to fix the bones and tendons, but I don't have the ability to do so. I'm afraid the master will have to do it himself."