The scholars stepped forward one by one to feel the pulse. After checking that there was nothing serious, Jiang Shuyue pointed to the other side: "Go over and get some medicine."
"Still... still drinking?" The scholar subconsciously covered his stomach with his hands.
Jiang Shuyue said without raising her head: "The poison in your body has not been eliminated, so you have to take medicine to protect your liver, otherwise..."
Jiang Shuyue could not continue speaking for fear of scaring these weak scholars.
Su Huairen and Su Jin each held a spoon and the other held a bowl.
Su Jin said to the hesitant scholar, "I won't have diarrhea after drinking this medicine."
Some parents of scholars were waiting outside the hall, craning their necks anxiously to look inside.
When the scholars heard that there would be no more diarrhea, they all received a bowl of soup and drank it.
After drinking, some scholars left with blushing faces.
Today, all the politeness of the scholars has been lost. They just hope that no one will remember their embarrassed appearance.
"Chief Shan! You have to make the decision for my son. You see, the child has lost a lot of weight because of all the hard work."
Jiang Shuyue was talking to the doctor sitting next to her when she heard the cry of a woman.
Jiang Shuyue raised her eyes and saw a plump woman walking in with a maid and supporting a plump scholar.
The mountain leader saw that the scholar was sweating profusely and was covered in fat. He was trembling as he walked.
He glared at the crying woman: "Your son is only twelve years old, and his waist is almost the size of a bucket. Why are you yelling! This happened because I did not supervise it well. I will figure it out when the truth comes out." Let me give you an explanation."
Twelve years old!
Being so fat, Jiang Shuyue estimated in her mind that the scholar must have weighed almost two hundred pounds!
A mother would actually say that her son is thin, which is really out of the ordinary.
Growing boys are worrying.
Jiang Shuyue glanced at the boy's lower abdomen.
Seeing the strong tone of the mountain chief, the woman quickly shut up and supported her son opposite an old man who was sitting next to Jiang Shuyue.
"Mr. Doctor, please take a look at my son. He was unconscious at first, and then he vomited and had diarrhea. Look at his little face! It's so white."
The old doctor pushed the pulse pillow forward and motioned for the scholar to put his wrist on it.
The old doctor took his pulse and observed the scholar's face.
After a while, the old doctor withdrew his hand.
The old doctor was deeply impressed by this fat scholar. In the school room, this scholar was the most serious.
He said calmly: "It's okay. He eats a little more than other students. He can just take a few decoctions and rest for a few more days."
As for the pale face, who among the scholars present has a good face?
The mountain leader's face would have been crying if he covered it with yellow paper, but he was sitting steadily at the top and presiding over the overall situation.
Just when the woman was about to support her son and turn around to get the soup.
"If this kid can lose weight, he will definitely be a handsome young man."
A clear voice sounded, as if talking to himself.
The young man raised his head and looked at Jiang Shuyue in shock: "Can you make me lose weight?"
Jiang Shuyue nodded firmly: "As long as you are willing to cooperate, it will not be difficult to lose weight."
The woman became anxious when she heard this: "Son, be good, you are not fat. Mom thinks you are good like this. Don't listen to the charlatan's words to mislead the public."
Jiang Shuyue: "..." Good intentions are treated as a donkey's liver and lungs.
It turns out that your mother thinks that you are thin regardless of the era.
"Huh! Charlatan? Madam, maybe you don't know that if it weren't for the charlatan today, you might not be able to see your son." The old doctor glanced at the woman and said in a bad tone.
"I'm sorry, girl, I just said something indiscriminately, which offended me a lot. Please forgive me," the woman said sarcastically.
This woman was dressed in gold and silver, and she looked like the mistress of a rich man's family. Jiang Shuyue would not argue with her.
She would not be softhearted at all to earn money from such a person.
"Mom! I want to lose weight. When I lose weight, I will be as handsome as Li Yunfeng." The boy looked aggrieved.
Some classmates nicknamed him Fatty.
Li Yunfeng, who is at the same table, is different. His classmates all like to play with Li Yunfeng, and both the teacher and the mountain leader also look at him with admiration.
There were scholars lining up behind, and Jiang Shuyue had no time to listen to the bickering between mother and son.
She looked at the woman: "Madam, go back and discuss it carefully. I am the doctor at Jishi Hall. If Mr. Ling insists on losing weight, you can go to the medical clinic to find me."
Since there were many doctors, the pulse was quickly taken out. Fortunately, the rescue was timely and the scholars were all out of danger.
Jiang Shuyue was still planning to do other things, so she said to the mountain chief: "If my daughter has something to do, please leave first. The scholars have to continue taking detoxifying and liver-protecting medicine. There are not enough medicinal materials. The mountain chief can send someone to Jishi Hall to get medicine."
Lin Miaoshou stood up and waved to Su Huairen and Su Jin who had finished dividing the soup: "We still need people in the medical center, let's go back too."
Looking at Su Huairen, the mountain leader showed gratitude. He clasped his fists slightly and said, "Thank you very much. I will come to express my thanks some other time."
Su Huairen was neither humble nor arrogant, and he and Su Jin bowed their hands to the mountain chief and said goodbye: "I used to be a scholar. The mountain chief is so polite. Besides, thanks to Yue Yatou today, I don't dare to take credit."
Everything you do should be polite and courteous.
The mountain chief gave Su Huairen an approving look.
He looked at the official in the hall and said, "Please help me send Miss Jiang and the others back to the hospital, and pick up the antidote on the way. I'll send someone to pay for the consultation tomorrow."
The doctors watched several people leave, all sighing.
"I really didn't expect that it was a woman who could come up with tips to save people."
"Yes! Many women stay in the back house after learning a little bit, but few dare to open a medical clinic. This girl is really extraordinary."
"Ahem... Everyone, the accounting clerk of the academy is not here today. Please leave your address. I will have someone come to you another day to thank you for the diagnosis fee."
The mountain chief signaled the boy who came from home after hearing the news to take out pen, ink, paper and inkstone and put them on the table of the Eight Immortals.
Outside the academy.
Xiao Jingzhao jumped off his horse first and walked quickly towards the academy.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the official in the yamen standing in front of a carriage, and a pretty figure entered the carriage.
Xiang Yang followed Xiao Jingzhao's line of sight and saw the official leaving with the carriage.
Xiang Yang scratched the back of his head in confusion: "Master, where are they going?"
Xiao Jingzhao exhaled: "The scholars should be fine."
Entering the academy, Xiao Jingzhao listened to the mountain chief tell what happened.
The mountain leader was trying to kneel down to apologize, but Xiao Jingzhao gave him a look.
Xiang Song held down the chief's arm and said: "The chief has always been aboveboard in his work. You are also a victim. The prince will not blame you. I will skip the kneeling ceremony today. Take good care of yourself and rectify the unhealthy tendencies in the academy." "
When Xiao Jingzhao learned that the steward had been taken into custody, he waved to Xiang Yang and said, "All the people in the kitchen will be escorted back to the Yamen. I will try it myself."
Then he told Xiang Song: "Jishitang has done a good job in saving the scholar. You go and customize a banner and send it with the reward another day."
None of the doctors Xiao Jingzhao brought was used.
In front of Jishi Hall, Nangong Zeyue learned that Jiang Shuyue was picked up by an official, and he was very anxious.
Until he saw the official figure, he strode forward to meet him.
"Miss Jiang, you are finally back!"
