Chapter 562: Chapter 197 Others_3
Miao Liangfang shook his head, "After becoming a Medical Officer, I feel deeply ashamed to speak of nurturing Medicine Men. Within the Medical Practice, the subject is taboo and the Mo Family is considered a disgrace. Even the prescriptions Miss Mo used to apply have all been banned."
"Few people talk about it, and besides, twenty years have passed. Aside from the older generation within the Medical Practice, it’s normal that you young ones don’t know about it."
Lin Danqing nodded, "True."
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
It was Miao Liangfang who suddenly thought of something, he looked at Lu Tong and asked, "By the way, Xiao Lu, your master from before, her approach to medicine was domineering and forceful, somewhat resembling Miss Mo, and she was also well-versed in various poisons. I wonder if she ever mentioned anything about the Mo Family to you?"
In this world, there are myriad paths in medicine. Although Miss Mo’s actions were malicious, against Heaven and reason, her notes and Poison Scripture are not entirely worthless. If someone took it as their path and diligently studied and progressed based on that foundation, it’s not impossible to achieve something.
Lu Tong kept her head down and did not answer.
Pei Yunmeng turned his head and saw the woman beside him staring blankly at the wine bowl in front of her, seemingly lost in thought.
"...Xiao Lu? Xiao Lu?"
Miao Liangfang called out twice in succession before Lu Tong snapped back to reality.
"What is it, Mr. Miao?"
"Your master, did she ever mention Miss Mo to you?"
A fragrant aroma filled the banquet hall, and the small courtyard was lively and cozy. The plum tree swaying under the window, its branches adorned with lanterns, were gently rustled by the wind.
It wasn’t winter, no snow had fallen, and the flowers had yet to bloom.
It was like a fleeting illusion.
Lu Tong paused for a moment before looking up.
"No."
She said calmly, "I haven’t heard of this person."
...
After the banquet was over, everyone was a little tipsy.
Peach wine, though sweet and light, was still alcohol. Du Changqing, who couldn’t hold his liquor, had passed out drunk and was helped home by Ah Cheng and Miao Liangfang.
Lin Danqing also mentioned feeling sleepy, and Duan Xiaoyan volunteered to drive and escort her home, leaving with Sui and Duan Xiaoyan.
The small courtyard suddenly felt much quieter.
Zhu Ling sat inside the pavilion playing a grid drawing game with Ah Cheng, while in the courtyard, Pei Yunmeng and Ji Xun began rearranging the tables and chairs back to their original places.
Both of them were very sober.
Ji Xun hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol from start to finish, only drinking Green Bamboo Dew and tea, naturally unaffected. As for Pei Yunmeng...
Although he had drunk quite a bit, his alcohol tolerance appeared to be good, and his demeanor was still normal up to now.
With a table full of messy dishes that needed to be cleared away, Lu Tong, believing in making full use of resources, naturally asked these two to lend a hand and clean up the aftermath.
After the last chair was placed back in the pavilion, Yin Zheng took the dustpan from Lu Tong’s hand and whispered, "Miss, it’s not right to make guests do chores."
"I’ll take it to the kitchen to wash later; you should go inside. It seems these two gentlemen have something to say to you," she said.
Lu Tong stood still, thinking it made sense, and approached the two men, "Marshal, Doctor Ji, if you have matters to discuss, please step into the adjoining room to wait for a moment. There is tea on the table, and I will join you shortly."
The adjacent room was next to the bedrooms of Lu Tong and Yin Zheng. After Xia Rongrong left, a time came when it was piled with herbs, and now that the two medical shops had been combined, the room had become spacious, freeing up space.
Yin Zheng selected an old bamboo table and a few chairs from the second-hand market to outfit it as a tea room. Sometimes when Lu Tong returned to the Medical Institute, she would read books and prepare medicine there.
She walked into the backyard kitchen with the empty wine jar. Pei Yunmeng and Ji Xun paused for a moment before entering the room ahead.
Upon entering, they were greeted by a strong medicinal fragrance.
The inner room was not big, and was furnished very simply. There were two chairs set in front of the bamboo table, and the yellow wood shelf against the wall was filled with medical books.
The floor was strewn with medical books piled high and random prescriptions, and the bamboo table held half a pile, likely originally placed on the table and scattered everywhere by the breeze from the window.
Different from her own tidy nature, this room seemed somewhat disorderly.
Ji Xun was still looking around when Pei Yunmeng bent down, picked up the prescriptions that had fallen on the ground, and put them back on the table. When he looked up, he noticed that the window by the bamboo table was still open.
In this weather, the room would be stuffy if the window were usually closed.
He turned his head and saw the Silver Medicine Pot that Lu Tong typically used for medicinal preparations on the bamboo table. Sometimes, when she treated patients at the Palace Marshal’s Mansion, Lu Tong would have Pei Yunmeng bring it to her.
Pei Yunmeng reached out to pick up the medicine pot, intending to place it on the stacked prescriptions to prevent the inked papers from being blown away again by the wind.
Ji Xun turned around and saw Pei Yunmeng picking up the Silver Medicine Pot on the table and sharply said, "Don’t touch it."
Pei Yunmeng looked up.
Ji Xun pressed his lips together, aware that he had reacted improperly, but still insisted, "Doctor Lu doesn’t like other people touching her things."
Ji Xun remembered very clearly, when he had once picked up this silver pot in the Medical Officer Institute’s preparation room, Lu Tong snatched it back as if she minded others observing its use.
The young man before him moved the depths of his dark eyes, as if surprised, and slowly repeated, "Doctor Lu doesn’t like other people touching her things?"
"Indeed," replied Ji Xun.
"I see," he said.
With a nod, Pei Yunmeng understood.
The next moment, the young man’s lips curved into a smirk, and he provocatively looked at him.
"But I am not ’other people’."