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Jiang Qingli first sent a message to Suo Qingyan: Uncle Yan, are you in Xiumingtang now? I have something for you.

Then he walked into the drugstore.

"Hello, I'm here to get some medicine."

The clerk who served her was the same one from yesterday.

Jiang Qingli handed her the prescription in her hand, but this one was not Suo Xiuming's handwritten prescription, but one she copied herself.

The clerk took it and looked at the prescription: "Miss, there is no doctor's signature on the prescription. In order to be responsible for your health, I need you to come over here and let the doctor in the store take your pulse and treat you."

Jiang Qingli was brought to an old Chinese doctor, who first put his fingers on Jiang Qingli's wrist, and then casually picked up the prescription to check it.

But not long after, his eyes suddenly widened, and he even put on the glasses on the table and leaned closer to the prescription to take a closer look.

She kept exclaiming, "Wonderful! So wonderful! How come I have never thought of this combination of medicines! Little girl, which doctor prescribed this medicine for you?"

Jiang Qingli: The medical sage personally wrote the prescription for me. Can I tell you this?

Jiang Qingli said with some embarrassment: "It may not be convenient to disclose this."

"It's okay, it's okay. I was rude. This prescription is very good! It will definitely cure the disease!"

After getting the old Chinese doctor's approval, the clerk took the prescription and went to get the medicine.

Shop assistant: "Miss, how many prescriptions would you like to get? Do you need me to boil them for you?"

Jiang Qingli: "Yes, please get five doses of medicine first."

After all, Suo Xiuming said that he would have to keep changing the prescription according to her condition.

"Okay, wait a moment. I'll calculate the cost for you first."

As soon as the clerk left, Suo Qingyan came hurriedly.

Suo Qingyan: "Qingli, please come with me. It's not convenient to talk here."

Jiang Qingli followed Suo Qingyan to the reception room where they met yesterday.

As soon as the door was closed, Suo Qingyan couldn't wait to ask: "Qingli, the thing mentioned in the message you sent, it couldn't be..."

Jiang Qingli nodded: "I did find a prescription among the things the old man left behind last night, but there was a small problem."

After saying that, Jiang Qingli opened the folded prescription and placed it in front of Suo Qingyan.

"I accidentally marked some things on it."

Suo Qingyan obviously didn't hear the second half of the sentence. The moment he saw the prescription, he was completely stunned.

Then it quickly turned into a very exaggerated excitement.

"After so many years! I finally found a prescription written by our ancestors! Qingli, according to the price we agreed on before, two million per word, I will ask the finance department to prepare it now!"

So quick! So fast!

Jiang Qingli: "Don't you need to identify it?"

Suo Qingyan shook his head: "No, I can tell at a glance that this is a prescription written by our ancestor. The drugs used are so bold and the combinations are so ingenious. No one else would use drugs like this in thousands of years!"

Seeing Suo Qingyan so excited, Jiang Qingli still asked worriedly: "Is it okay if there are words marked by me on it?"

"Of course!"

Suo Qingyan answered decisively: "Daning's writing is different from modern writing. It takes a lot of effort to identify the prescription, but you have marked them all. Based on my many years of medical experience, the above markings cannot be wrong."

After hearing Suo Qingyan say this, Jiang Qingli felt relieved.

Fortunately, I didn’t cause any trouble to others.

"Uncle Yan, I would like to donate this prescription to Xiumingtang for free."

There are at least sixty or seventy words on the prescription, which costs a lot of money.

After all, it was written for her by her ancestor for free, so it is reasonable for her to return it to its original owner.

Even if she wants to make a fortune, she can't make money from the pharmacy.

Suo Qingyan: "How can this be possible? We agreed on two million per word! I, Suo Qingyan, will never break my promise!"

Jiang Qingli also didn't expect that she would meet a second person who would give her money in such a domineering way!

"Uncle Yan, you really don't need it. This prescription is of extraordinary significance to Xiu Ming Tang, and it can also benefit the patients. I am not short of money now, so I can't make a profit from it."

"Since you said so, I won't force you anymore."

At this time, the clerk came into the reception room and said, "Ms. Jiang, your medicine has been prepared. There are one or two precious herbs in it. The total cost of five prescriptions is 4,500 yuan."

"Qingli," Suo Qingyan said, "Don't worry about the medicine. I'll pay for it. Go home first. I'll deliver it to your doorstep after it's ready."

Jiang Qingli no longer refused: "Okay, then I'll trouble Uncle Yan."

What Jiang Qingli didn't know was that after she left, Suo Qingyan immediately bought a small villa worth 150 million yuan in the city center, and her name was written on the property certificate.

Suo Qingyan left the reception room and prepared to go to his office, but was blocked by someone halfway.

"Mr. Liu? What can I do for you?"

He was the old Chinese doctor who had just taken Jiang Qingli's pulse. He had studied medicine with the Suo family since he was a child and had been working in Xiumingtang for seventy years.

"Boss Suo! Today a little girl came to get medicine with a prescription, and I took her pulse. You have no idea how wonderful the prescription she brought is! It is like the shadow of the medical saint of the past! I even took a photo of the prescription, come and take a look."

When the word "Medical Saint" was mentioned, Suo Qingyan immediately became interested. He hurried over to look at Mr. Liu's cell phone.

After just looking at a few medicines, he realized something was wrong.

"That little girl wouldn't be called Jiang Qingli, right?"

Mr. Liu thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be called this name. Is there any problem?"

Suo Qingyan suddenly felt a chill on his back. He opened the prescription that Jiang Qingli had just given him and showed it to Mr. Liu.

The two prescriptions are exactly the same.

For a moment, both of them fell silent, not knowing what to say.

They treat patients with traditional Chinese medicine, and because the conditions of different patients are different, even for the same disease, the medication may be slightly different.

Based on what Mr. Liu said, it is not difficult to see that the prescription written by the Medical Saint in his hand was completely "personally customized" for Jiang Qingli.

Suo Qingyan swallowed subconsciously. It seemed that Jiang Qingli's background might be more terrifying than he imagined.

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Outside Yancheng, Kurban personally led his troops to the city gate.

Counting the days, if we attack Yancheng today, we will be able to collect Sheng Huaigui's body.

It was just a small border town. If Sheng Huaigui hadn't been there to guard it, he would have been able to break through the city gate half a year ago.

Now that Sheng Huaigui has died of illness, the city is leaderless, and taking over the city is a piece of cake.

Kurban gave a look to a soldier beside him, who took his orders and shouted to the guards on the wall:

"Sheng Huaigui is dead. If you quickly open the city and surrender, you can save your life and be rewarded with a title. If you stubbornly resist to the end, you will be destroyed."