Chapter 12: Bruises on Beautiful Legs

When he was in medical school, he was called a genius by his teachers and students. In just two or three years, although he learned acupuncture and massage like no one else, he also mastered other traditional Chinese medicine knowledge instantly and never forgets it. , smelling the medicinal smell of Panacea at this moment, I quickly identified the herbal ingredients in it. I thought that if I had the tools, I could easily prepare such a pill, and the dosage ratio would be more scientific and reasonable than this. If a pill can be called a panacea, then if you mix it yourself, you can call it a "panacea."

"I originally thought that the great pharmacist's medical skills were so good, but it turned out to be nothing more than that! I wonder if the great pharmacist knows acupuncture and massage... Judging from his old appearance, I guess that most likely he doesn't. "Ouyang Qi could not help but look down upon the so-called most profitable pharmacist in this world.

Thinking that I used herbal external application to treat Huamei'er's injuries, and her bleeding stopped overnight, which was a miracle. From this point of view, although this panacea cannot cure my amnesia, it can help my headache. The subsidence of the swelling on my upper arm should still be of some use, so I raised my neck and swallowed it.

Ouyang Shan didn't know anything about pharmacology, but he could hear his son's disdain for the panacea prepared by Pharmacist Jin. He frowned and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Qi, Pharmacist Jin's medical skills are amazing. Not only is he one of the best doctors in Liujin, The pharmacist is highly respected among the entire human race. Even the monarch has a high degree of respect for him. How dare you despise the pills he prepared? Remember, don't talk nonsense in the future!"

Ouyang Qi knew that he couldn't argue with him, so he grinned and said, "Dad, I remember."

It was the first time he called Ouyang Shan "Dad", and he didn't find it difficult to pronounce it at all, as if he had been calling him "Dad" for a long time. He even felt strange.

Ouyang Shan was startled, then he was overjoyed and said loudly: "Who said Xiao Qi doesn't remember anything? Did you hear that? He still knows me and calls me daddy."

Ouyang sighed: "Master, it's Xiao Qi I just taught... You see, although he bumped his head, he is still very smart."

Ouyang Shan stood there with his mouth half open, filled with disappointment. Thinking that this seventh son had been an uneducated "prodigal" before, and now that he had broken his head, he would probably be a cripple in the future. He shook his head and sat aside with a sigh. in the chair.

It wasn't until this moment that Ouyang Qi let go of his hanging heart. At present, it seems that his strategy of using "amnesia" to muddle through is still very successful. At least no one doubts his identity. Seeing Ouyang Shan's depressed look, With a thought in his heart, he said: "Dad, before I came back, I heard Fifth Brother say that I used to be a very incompetent guy. Can you just give me a few examples? I don't remember anything."

Ouyang Wuda felt embarrassed, "cough cough" and defended: "Seventh brother, I never told you, it was dad... dad said it before."

Ouyang Shan snorted and said slowly: "Give me an example? Well, as soon as you turn ten, I will send you to the best Holy Qi Academy in the capital city to learn Holy Qi martial arts. After five years, those talents will Good students can cultivate infinite holy energy to the first level and master basic martial arts... But what about you? It's better for you. You knew nothing when you entered five years ago, and you still know nothing when you come out after five years; Yes, I saw that you did not have the qualifications to become a warrior, so I asked you to switch to medicine and become a pharmacist in the future. Even the worst third-class pharmacist can do it. But what about you? I was still disappointed; so I asked you to learn casting. Master, you were afraid of being tired, so you sneaked home several times... Well, tell me, are you incompetent?"

"Indeed, I used to be so incompetent that I was even worse than a scumbag! But..." Ouyang Qi changed the topic, clenched his fist and waved it hard, and said firmly: "I am no longer the person I used to be, even though I hit my head. It's broken and my memory is lost, but maybe I'll be a blessing in disguise and go from incompetent to genius."

Ouyang Shan waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "Your mother and I just hope that your strange amnesia disease will be cured soon. We don't dare to ask for anything else."

After talking for a while, they found that except for "amnesia", their seventh son had no problems in other aspects, so Ouyang Shan and his wife relaxed.

"Xiao Qi, you have a good rest. Let's leave first. I will ask my maid Ye'er to come and serve you later." Ouyang said before leaving.

Ouyang Qi also nodded to his seventh brother and left with his parents.

When he was alone in the room, Ouyang Qi felt a lot more relaxed. He put on his leather boots and got out of bed. He looked around like a curious child, especially the gems placed on the table. He couldn't put it down for the jade, thinking that if it were returned to his own world, it would definitely be priceless.

I glanced at several swords hanging on the wall. One of the swords had a thick sword boot. I walked over and took it off, intending to play with it for a few times, but I didn't know that the sword was extremely heavy. When my wrist went soft, I choked. It fell to the ground with a sound, and the hilt of the sword hit the instep of his left foot squarely. He yelled "Wow!" and sat down on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, a handsome figure flashed in from the door. After seeing this scene, he exclaimed: "What's wrong, Master Seven?" He rushed forward and squatted down to help Ouyang Qi.

What I heard in my ears was a crisp and sweet voice, what I smelled in my nose was an elegant and intoxicating body fragrance, what I saw in my eyes was a dazzling whiteness of snow, and the person who entered the room was actually a young girl of fourteen or fifteen years old. She has long green hair, big eyes, a straight nose, a small mouth, and is dressed exactly like the four maids she met when she first entered the house, and her figure and appearance are even better.

"Your... name is Ye'er?" Looking at the delicate and elegant face of the girl next to him and the exposed snow-like skin, Ouyang Qi felt that the pain in his instep had eased a lot.

When Ouyang left just now, she said that she wanted a maid named Ye'er to serve her. Could it be this girl?

"Yes, Master Qi, I am Ye'er." Ye'er had already heard from his wife about Master Qi's amnesia. He replied timidly, helped Ouyang Qi to sit back on the bed, took off his boots for him, and quickly came to him. He took two steps back and said nothing.

Seeing that Ye'er didn't dare to look at him, and his body seemed to be trembling, and he looked very scared, Ouyang Qi was moved in his heart and asked: "Ye'er, was I very cruel to you in the past? Did I often bully you? "My eyes wandered around Ye'er's body, and finally stopped on her legs.

These legs are slender and straight, with almost no gaps between them. They can definitely be called beautiful legs. However, what Ouyang Qi cares about is not this, but a few purple bruises on his thighs, which seem to be caused by being beaten. left.

"No...no..." Ye'er didn't expect that the seventh young master would suddenly ask this question, and her fear increased, so she hurriedly shook her head in denial.

As a maid, she has no rights or status in this world. Even the power of life and death is in the hands of her master, let alone beating, scolding and abuse?

"Still saying no? Why am I shaking with fear without you seeing me? And where did the bruise on your thigh come from? Give me an honest answer quickly, otherwise... otherwise... hehe..." Ouyang Qi also paid attention Not having any pain in his feet, he got out of bed and approached Ye'er step by step with an evil smile on his face.