Jiang Shuyue's ears were very sensitive, and she quickly determined the location of the sound.
"Quick, it's right in front."
Jiang Shuyue ran a few steps and opened the door. She saw an old man with gray beard lying on the desk, and there was some vomit on the ground.
The old man was depressed and saw someone coming.
He said weakly: "Quickly...quickly pass the message to the academy doctor."
As the door opens, the unpleasant smell spreads
The official covered his nose with his sleeve and said, "Hurry and help him outside the house."
Su Huairen put the medicine bucket in his hand under the eaves, and quickly stepped forward to take one of the chief's arms and put it on his shoulder.
Seeing that Su Huairen was struggling to support him, the official stepped forward to lend a hand.
Jiang Shuyue quickly moved out a chair and placed it under the eaves.
The mountain chief was placed outside the house.
When the mountain chief saw the officials, he also saw that the rest of the people were unfamiliar faces.
When he was about to ask questions, the official said: "There is food poisoning in the academy, and this is the doctor."
Jiang Shuyue took out the tea cup from the desk, and Su Huairen picked up the wooden bucket and poured the medicine.
"Master Shanda, I'm offended." Before the Shanzhang could recover, Su Huairen pinched the Shanzhang's chin with one hand.
Hearing the sound of "gurgle", a cup of potion was poured down.
An unpleasant medicinal smell, a nauseating bitter taste.
The mountain leader leaned forward, squatted under the eaves and vomited.
"Lord Officer, in order to buy time, you and my uncle helped Lord Shanchang to the corridor at the school."
Jiang Shuyue vomited out bile when she saw Shan Chang. She must have eaten less because of his old age.
"Yes, Girl Yue, go ahead and see how the scholars are doing. Just leave the chief to me." Su Huairen didn't care that there was dirt on the chief's clothes, and supported the chief and walked forward.
Jiang Shuyue thought that the laxative should be ready.
She dropped her words and walked quickly forward.
"My son! What's wrong with you?"
"The child is vomiting and has diarrhea. He has a bad stomach! Arrest those murderers in the kitchen. This will cost my son's life!"
As soon as Jiang Shuyue walked out of the backyard, she heard yelling and cursing in front of her, and wailing mixed with crying.
Jiang Shuyue walked a few steps quickly and saw many women holding scholars in their arms and wailing in the school room and on the corridor.
It turned out that the parents of the scholars heard the sound and came over.
"Stop yelling! Help with the medicine. If you delay any longer, it will really kill your son." Su Jin shuttled through the crowd carrying the medicine bucket.
The cooks were afraid that they would be beheaded if someone died, so they all carried bamboo baskets to distribute bowls to everyone and urged everyone to help feed the medicine.
The official was dizzy from the smell of the scene.
Only one official was seen covering his nose with his sleeve, instructing the other officials to bring water to wash away the vomit on the ground.
The doctors and the parents of the scholars worked together and quickly drank the laxatives.
When Jiang Shuyue came out, Su Jin hurriedly greeted her: "Sister, I've given you the medicine for the second time. When will you give me the third medicine?"
Jiang Shuyue glanced at the chaotic scene and asked instead, "Are there any unconscious patients?"
"No, the few scholars who fell unconscious at first were given emetic drugs. They all woke up now, but they were all slumped on the desk."
"Well, after the laxative is gone, the scholars will start to poop in half a quarter of an hour. Quickly ask the officials to find a way."
Su Jin asked again: "When will you give me the second medicine?"
Jiang Shuyue said calmly: "Don't worry, I will distribute the medicine after a quarter of an hour. Each person will still get half a bowl."
When the official heard that the scholars were about to collapse, he suddenly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Quick, send it to the clean room!"
An officer dropped the bucket in his hand and shouted loudly: "Send the person to the clean room quickly, they will pull him on him soon."
Some scholars had regained some energy, perhaps faintly feeling the changes in their stomachs, and hurriedly covered their stomachs and stumbled to the clean room.
"Sir, the clean room is not enough, and the toilet bucket is not enough." An official ran back.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of "Puff!"
Then, there were more and more noises.
The smell in the air became richer.
Jiang Shuyue looked across the railing and saw the scholars were so ashamed that some simply covered their faces and squatted on the ground.
Jiang Shuyue: "..." It turns out that the ancients also knew how to cover their faces when encountering embarrassing situations.
If there were a hole in the ground right now, those scholars would get in without hesitation.
Jiang Shuyue turned her face and said silently: "Don't look at anything inappropriate."
The leading officer turned around and saw Jiang Shuyue standing by the wall, and walked over quickly: "Girl, what kind of medicine did you give them, and why are they all pulling up?"
The academy was in a mess, and filth was flowing everywhere on the ground where the scholars were squatting, making the officials miserable.
Jiang Shu Yueyun said calmly: "Inducing vomiting is not enough, we have to let them pull out what is already in the intestines, so as to ensure that the risk is minimized."
As Jiang Shuyue said this, she turned back and looked at the place where the mountain leader had just appeared. At this time, the mountain leader had long disappeared. His uncle must have helped him to the clean room.
If Shan grows up in front of others, he must be so ashamed and angry that he may bite his tongue and commit suicide.
"I'll go to the front hall to avoid it. You have people prepare hot water and clean clothes. We're not all out of danger yet."
Seeing Jiang Shuyue walking towards the front hall, the officer was about to cry but had no tears. What was going on!
…
Yannan Palace.
After Xiao Jingzhao heard the report from the visitor, he quickly said to Xiang Yang and Xiang Song: "Students, those are the pillars of the country. Please tell the doctor to come with me to check."
"Master, the government office has already found dozens of doctors." Xiang Yang just returned from the government office. He did not say that he made this decision to the government office.
Xiang Yang was an honest man and very loyal to Xiao Jingzhao. As long as his master was happy, he didn't care about fame or fortune.
Xiao Jingzhao waved his hand: "We also have to bring the royal doctor with us."
How could Xiao Jingzhao trust the medical skills of outside doctors? If there was someone more capable than the palace doctor, he would not rack his brains over his elder brother's illness.
"Wait a moment, Your Majesty, my subordinates will leave immediately." Xiao Jingzhao strode out as he watched Xiang Song and Xiang Yang follow the orders.
…
In the academy.
The front hall is filled with the smell of Chinese medicine.
After the scholars finished, with the help of the doctor and the official servants, the scholars washed away the filth and put on clean clothes.
The officials didn't care who wore whose clothes. They took out clean clothes for everyone to change into.
The scholars looked pale and raised their sleeves to sniff as they walked.
Everyone always feels that the smell is still lingering on the tip of their noses.
"Don't worry, go to the front hall quickly and let the doctor take your pulse, and drink the medicine on the way."
The officials were all military generals. When they saw the scholar's frail appearance, they had long lost their patience and couldn't help but urge him.
At this time, in the front hall, the mountain chief was sitting at the head, and he had already changed into clean clothes.
He held the armrests on both sides of the chair with both hands and tried to straighten his back.
Jiang Shuyue sat in front of an Eight Immortals table, and sitting side by side with her were several old doctors.
Seeing the scholars coming over one after another, Jiang Shuyue raised her eyes slightly: "Come here and check the pulse of each one. If there is no serious problem, just take the decoction for a few days and it will be fine."
Seeing Jiang Shuyue calmly and orderly arranging the doctors in the hall, the head of the mountain showed admiration.
The mountain chief couldn't help but secretly curse.
Who says women are inferior to men?
How many men can this woman be worth?
