When I turned to the last page of the "Huangdi Neijing", my whole body felt bad.
It's not that there's something wrong with the content of the medical book, it's that I saw something that shouldn't be in this book. There was a piece of yellow talisman paper stuffed in the interlayer, folded neatly, and after opening it, there were cinnabar patterns painted on it like ghost talismans, and four words were written in the middle -
"Your Majesty's order."
I stared at this thing for three seconds, then turned to look at Gu Beichen who was playing games on the bed opposite.
"Where did you get this book?"
Gu Beichen didn't even raise his head: "I went to the second-hand bookstall last week to buy it. Why, is there a problem?"
"Used bookstall?"
"Yes, the tricycle pushed by the old man at the south gate costs three copies for ten yuan." He was typing on the keyboard with a casual tone, as if he was talking about how many taels of rice he had eaten in the cafeteria today. "I saw that the book was in good condition, so I brought it back to you. You are going to study ancient medical texts, so this book is quite suitable."
I took a deep breath and held the "Huangdi Neijing" in front of my eyes.
The cover and ISBN number of the People's Medical Publishing House are very formal. The paper is slightly yellowed and has the rough texture unique to old books. Except for this talisman, it looks like an extremely serious ancient medical textbook.
I opened the back cover and looked at the copyright page. The 17th printing, the release date is March 2008, the anti-counterfeiting mark is still there.
"You mean, an old man who paid ten dollars for three books gave my roommate a book with a spell as a gift?"
Gu Beichen finally paused the game and turned to look at me: "What are you muttering about?"
I directly pulled out the talisman and threw it in front of him.
