Chapter 12

Furong and Zhu'er strolled on the street for a while, bought some daily necessities and some small things that Furong chose, and Zhu'er was still interested in going shopping. Although Furong couldn't bear to stop shopping like this, but There are priorities, and he has not forgotten the main purpose of coming out today, after all, he can't always come out, so Furong: "Zhu'er, I haven't come out for a long time, which medical center near us is the best?" Zhu'er heard When Fu Rong asked the doctor, she immediately became nervous: "Miss, what's wrong with you?" "Miss, the famous Xinglin Medical Center is not far ahead, shall we go there?" Jing Zhu'er mentioned this, Fu Rong remembered that the original owner used to chase Huo Junran, who was still the third prince, and the Xinglin Medical Center was right there. The restaurant Huo Junran often goes to is next to Tianxiang Building, so she has this medical center in her memory, so she went straight to the medical center without hesitation.

Furong and Zhu'er came to the door of the medical hall. The horizontal plaque on the door of this medical hall was gilded with big characters, which looked very imposing. This also gave Furong a feeling, just like a modern hospital that is famous and powerful, and the price It will also be very high. It is estimated that poor people will be very stressed when they come here to see a doctor. Don’t continue to think about other things. A clerk was grabbing medicine for the person standing in front of the counter. Inside the counter was a medicine compartment, which was very neat. Next to the counter was a door with a cloth curtain. At this time, the door curtain was lifted and a young man who looked like a clerk came out. Fu Rong hurriedly said politely: "Miss, do you want to get medicine or see a doctor?" Inside, there is a small hall about ten square meters in size. There is a table against the wall. An old man about 50 years old is sitting behind the table. His hair and beard are already gray and white. The man said, "Doctor Gu, this girl wants to see a doctor." At this moment, the old man who called Doctor Gu raised his head and glanced at Fu Rong and Zhu'er: "Which girl wants to see a doctor?" Fu Rong didn't answer directly, but sat down on Jindeng in front of the doctor's desk, and then said, "It's me." The doctor put his hand on Fu Rong's wrist and began to feel the pulse without saying a word, and asked Fu Rong after a while, "What's wrong with you? Furong said: "I haven't slept very well recently!" The doctor: "You have suffered from cold some time ago, so that the cold air entered the body, resulting in insufficient effort and strong liver fire. Just take a few prescriptions for calming the nerves and dispelling the cold." Furong thought to herself that the level of Chinese medicine here is not very good. In fact, Furong had already checked her own pulse, because Furong's body should have been given chronic or sickly medicine, because the person who prescribed the medicine did not take much. It was because she was afraid that an accident would cause suspicion if the amount was too large, so although she was poisoned, she did not have obvious symptoms of poisoning these years. But for Fu Rong, she is not only a doctor of Chinese medicine, but also the sole heir of a family of Chinese medicine, so she will. It is not comparable to ordinary people. Today, Furong just wanted to get a feel for the medical level of this era, so she grabbed a few medicines prescribed by the doctor, plus the traditional Chinese medicine needed to cure the toxins in her body. The son returned to the palace.

(End of this chapter)

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