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One day, Mo Yan stood to the side, quietly observing as Mo Shuiyue skillfully treated a young man's wound.
Her movements were both nimble and swift, with every detail reflecting her expertise in medical skills and her care for the patient.
The man looked nervously at his wound and asked uneasily, "Can this really be cured?"
Mo Shuiyue looked up with confidence and determination, "Don't worry, this kind of injury is nothing to me." Her voice was full of reassurance and strength.
She gently applied medicine to the wound and then wrapped it with gauze to secure it. The whole process was smooth and natural, showing her mastery of medical skills and her careful care for the patient.
The man looked at his carefully treated wound and a grateful smile appeared on his face: "Thank you, Doctor Mo."
Mo Yan nodded on the side, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
He knew that Mo Shuiyue was already capable on her own. She not only inherited his medical skills, but also integrated her own understanding and innovation into them.
Until the third year, Mo Shuiyue stood in Mo Yan's herb garden, holding a tattered medical book, her eyes deep and contemplative, pondering deeper medical questions.
Her figure shuttles among the herbs, tending to each one carefully as if she is closely connected to these lives.
A middle-aged woman brings her child to the courtyard, her face full of anxiety: "Doctor Mo, my son has a high fever that won't go down, please, you must save him!"
Mo Shuiyue Putting down the book in her hand, she gently comforted the women and children, "Don't worry, let me take a look." Her voice was full of warmth and care.
She carefully diagnosed the child's illness, then took out several medicinal herbs from the medicine cabinet and started to decoct the medicine. Every move she made exuded professionalism and confidence, gradually calming the anxiety of the women.
The woman looked at the back of Mo Shuiyue, her eyes filled with gratitude and admiration: "Doctor Mo, you are truly the savior here."
Mo Shuiyue smiled, but in her heart, she was thinking about pathology. Her medical skills were not just about treatment, but more about understanding and respecting life.
She knows that every treatment is not only a relief for the symptoms, but also a profound touch on the patient's life.
As time goes by, Mo Shuiyue's reputation is growing, and patients from all over the world are coming in succession.
She not only inherited the medical skills of the divine doctor Mo Yan, but also integrated her own understanding and innovation into it.
Mo Shuiyue's story spread in the nearby villages and towns, becoming a legend.
People say that Mo Shuiyue is not only an excellent doctor, but also a sage who understands life.
Mo Shuiyue has brought hope and recovery to countless patients with her gentle hands and profound medical skill. Her reputation has been growing, and it has even spread to the empire.
However, Mo Shuiyue always had a void in her heart, which was the part she lost her memory.
She often gazes at the moonlight outside the window in the quiet of the night, trying to find those lost fragments. But no matter how hard she tries, those memories are like smoke blown away by the wind, fleeting upon touch.
On a moonlit night with few stars, Mo Shuiyue stood on an ancient bridge, gazing at the flowing water.
The moonlight shines on her face, casting a faint outline. Her heart is filled with complex emotions, both anticipating and fearing the past that is about to be revealed.
"You're here, Moonlight on the Water," Mo Yan's voice drifts in the night breeze, carrying a hint of depth and concern.
He walked slowly to Mo Shuiyue's side, looking at the flowing water, and said softly, "Moonlight on the Water, although the past may be intriguing, letting go of everything is the only way to truly free oneself and start anew."
Mo Shuiyue turned around, looking at Mo Yan. In the moonlight, his face appeared particularly deep and serene. Her eyes shimmered with complex emotions, as if she was struggling with whether to continue pursuing the truth of the past.
"However, I always feel that if I don't search for those lost memories, my life is like a book missing pages, never complete," Mo Shuiyue said with a hint of helplessness.
Mo Yan spoke warmly and firmly: "Moonlight on the Water, life is not about the completeness of the past, but about seizing the present and the future. You are already an outstanding Doctor, your hands bring hope and healing to so many people. Aren't these more important than past memories?"
Mo Shuiyue Quietly lowering her head, she pondered Mo Yan's words. She knew that everything Mo Yan said was for her own good, but her heart was being pulled by an invisible force, longing to know about the lost past.
Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, lifting her hair and lightly brushing her cheeks. She lifted her head, gazing at the full sky of stars, and it seemed as if a decision had been made in her heart.
"Mr. Mo, I know that what you say is all correct. But I need to go and find those memories, even if in the end I discover that those memories are not beautiful, at least I will know that it is my own past." Mo Shuiyue's voice was firm and clear.
Mo Yan gazed at her, his eyes filled with deep love and respect. Finally, he nodded gently, "Alright, Moonlight on the Water, I will accompany you to find your past, no matter the outcome, I will be by your side."
Mo Shuiyue's eyes flashed with a hint of gratitude. She knew that with Mo Yan by her side, she was no longer alone, no matter what she faced.
In the capital, deep within the palace, a heavy atmosphere envelops the entire court. The old emperor is gravely ill, his breathing weak and rapid, his face as pale as paper. The court physicians surround the bed, their expressions grave and helpless.
Outside, the ministers whisper anxiously among themselves. Empress Zhao, a woman of great intelligence and foresight, stands to the side, her brow furrowed. She knows that if anything were to happen to the emperor, the entire empire would descend into chaos.
"I heard that there is a divine doctor named Mo Yan among the common people, as well as his disciple Mo Shuiyue, whose medical skills are superb. They can cure many difficult illnesses with ease," a minister cautiously suggested.
A glimmer of hope flashed in Empress Zhao's eyes. "Then we should immediately send someone to find them!"
So, a team composed of the Royal Guards quickly set out to find Mo Yan and Mo Shuiyue.
At the same time, in a quiet village far from the capital, Mo Shuiyue was busy with her daily medical work. Her reputation had spread far and wide, and every day, groups of patients came seeking treatment.
On this day, as the sun gradually set in the west, a team of Royal Guards hurriedly arrived at the village entrance on horseback, arousing the curiosity and discussions of the villagers.
The guards dismounted and went directly to the clinic of Mo Shuiyue. "Doctor Mo Shuiyue, the Emperor is critically ill, and the Empress has ordered you and Doctor Moyan the Divine Doctor to immediately go to the capital to treat the Emperor," the lead guard said respectfully and urgently.
Mo Shuiyue Upon hearing this news, she was shocked. She knew that this was a significant responsibility and a great test of her medical skill.
She turned and entered the house, explaining the situation to Mo Yan. Mo Yan was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Let's go. This is our responsibility."
So, Mo Yan and Mo Shuiyue followed the Royal Guards and embarked on the journey to the capital. It was a long and arduous journey.
On the way to the capital, Mo Shuiyue's feelings were mixed with anxiety and anticipation. She never expected to have the opportunity to set foot in the capital, let alone to cure the ruler of a nation.
Mo Yan has always maintained a consistent calm expression, but occasionally a hint of deep contemplation flashes in his eyes.
"Moonlight on the Water, after we enter the capital, you should always wear a white veil and not easily take it off," Mo Yan said in a deep voice.
Mo Shuiyue nodded gently, knowing full well the importance of her master's words. In this city of power struggles and pervasive intrigue, maintaining a certain level of mystery and discretion is crucial.
The night falls, with stars twinkling, they set up a simple tent on the road to rest.
Mo Shuiyue lies in the tent, looking at the night sky, with a myriad of thoughts.
She remembered the lost memories, wondering if those vague fragments were related to the capital. How would she face it all? Mo Yan sat outside the tent, calmly flipping through a medical book, as if everything was within his control.
After several days of rushing, they finally arrived in the capital. The hustle and bustle of the capital was a stark contrast to their usual quiet life. People coming and going on the streets, the cries of vendors, and the chatter of pedestrians filled the air.
Mo Shuiyue was drawn to all this hustle and bustle, but at the same time felt a hint of pressure. After all, she was about to face the burden of the entire empire.
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