Although she was wearing a thick robe, she still couldn't hide Mo Ling's figure and beautiful face.

A little lamb was lying on the stage, screaming constantly.

Blood slowly flowed down from the stage, and the smell of blood filled the entire room.

Li Jian walked in and couldn't help but sigh after seeing this scene.

"You should start with a gentle start, and you will have to cook mutton soup later."

Mo Ling said lightly:

"Who said it would die?"

Li Jian was shocked and came over directly.

"Did your surgical skills be filled up so quickly?"

Mo Ling turned his head and looked at Li Jian with big eyes in confusion.

She obviously didn't understand this modern discourse very much.

Li Jian shrugged his shoulders, looked at the lamb in front of him who had been broken and said:

"So, can it really live?"

Mo Ling skillfully pulled the needle and thread with his hands, and opened his mouth slightly, saying:

"If the antibiotic you said is really useful."

Li Jian smiled and said:

"Does antibiotics work? Can you, Bian Que, make a judgment?"

"Hey, you are so skilled, why are you so skilled?"

Mo Ling glanced at Li Jian and said lightly:

"I'm not a great nobleman like you, I also have to kill chickens and cook at home."

Li Jian gave a thumbs up silently.

Under Li Jian's gaze, Mo Ling sutured the little lamb's wound, then took out a syringe, and gently pushed the potion inside into the lamb's body.

She is indeed very skilled.

After reading all this, Li Jian said:

"So why not use mice?"

Mo Ling paused slightly, and then replied expressionlessly:

"All the rats are dead."

Li Jian sighed:

"Actually, the roasted rat tastes good."

Mo Ling walked to the pool beside him, washed his hands carefully, and then turned to look at Li Jian.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you coming to me?"

Li Jian's expression became serious and said:

"There is a war in the beginning of spring. What is the situation of the group of doctors who entrusted you to train before?"

Mo Ling frowned slightly and said:

"It's all a bunch of fools."

Li Jian followed Mo Ling toward the room and said:

"You can't expect everyone to have the ability to inherit the title of Bian Que."

"I believe that you should have noticed that most people only have minor illnesses and pains, and doctors who face them only need to take care of these minor illnesses and pains."

Mo Ling paused slightly and said:

"What should I do if I have a serious illness and a serious pain?"

Li Jian smiled and said:

"If there are small doctors in minor illnesses, you will naturally have to ask the big doctor to take action if you have serious illnesses."

Mo Lingdao:

"There is only one Bian Que in this world."

Li Jiandao:

"If you want, there can be countless Bian Que in this world."

Mo Ling didn't reply, just sighed.

While the two of them were talking, they came to a larger room.

It may not be suitable for the room, because the area of ​​this room is as big as a football field, which is more suitable for being called a square.

In this rooftop square, many men and women in white are busy.

An extremely strong herbal smell spread in the air. Li Jian, who walked in, caught him off guard and subconsciously covered his nose.

"This is..." Li Jian raised a question.

Mo Ling came to his senses and smiled slightly.

This smile was full of charm, like flowers blooming, which made Li Jian stunned for a moment.

"This is the doctor you want, Li Qing."

Hundreds of doctors are preparing herbs.

According to Mo Ling's introduction, most of these herbs tend to heal common sword trauma on the battlefield.

"Your ginseng is very useful, Li Qing."

"After adding ginseng, most of the minor injured should be able to be rescued."

"If your penicillin is really as you said, maybe we can still save some of the seriously injured."

Listening to Mo Ling's introduction and looking at the situation in front of him that looked like a pharmaceutical factory, a smile gradually appeared on Li Jian's face.

"It would be better."

"By the way, you remember to set a price for each of these prescriptions. After a few days, you will be prepared and handed over to me."

Mo Ling looked at Li Jian and showed a surprised and disappointed expression:

"Price? Do you want to sell these medicines?"

Li Jian looked at Mo Ling for no reason:

"I bought all the medicinal materials with money, or I sent someone to collect them."

"You don't think I want to send these medicines to the army for free, do you?"

Zhao State is not Li Jian’s current status!

Li Jian will never do the losing business.

Mo Ling was silent for a moment and said:

"Then how much money do you want to make?"

Li Jian slapped his thigh and said:

"By the way, are you not familiar with pricing?"

"Then you give me the cost, and I will arrange professionals here, and then the price will be given to the government."

Mo Ling coughed and said seriously:

"Of course I'm familiar with it."

"Even Bian Que is unable to collect herbs by himself when he is in the clinic every day."

"Speaking of this, since even medicine can be sold at a price, shouldn't I, who provides the prescription and allows my disciples to make medicine, also get the one I deserve?"

Li Jian opened his mouth wide and looked at Mo Ling in front of him, unable to speak for a long time.

Mo Ling frowned and looked at Li Jian:

"Why, want to greed for my money?"

Li Jian let out a long breath and stretched out five fingers.

"All profits will be shared by you and I."

Mo Ling was very dissatisfied:

"Just turn around and be a dealer, it will cost 50%?"

Li Jian was furious:

"My raw materials don't have money, but my connections don't have money?"
To be continued...