Yu Jiao paused for a moment, and after figuring that Song had already helped Yu Mengshan put on his clothes, she turned around and said, "I still need to feel his pulse to confirm the diagnosis."

Yu Ruhai stepped back from the head of the bed and gave his seat to Yu Jiao.

Yu Jiao placed her hand on Yu Mengshan's pulse. Old Man Yu and the other two people in the room all stared at Yu Jiao.

After a while, Yu Jiao retracted her hand, grabbed Yu Mengshan's fingers, looked carefully at his ten fingernails, and said to Yu Mengshan, "Uncle Mengshan, stick out your tongue for me to see."

Yu Mengshan did as he was told.

Yu Jiao stretched out two fingers again and pressed two fingers below Yu Mengshan's left chest. Yu Mengshan's face turned pale, he gasped, and his face showed pain. Yu Jiao withdrew her hand.

Yu Mengshan's symptoms looked like angioedema at first glance, but that was not entirely the case. Angioedema was only one of the complications. Yu Jiao thought for a moment before saying, "Blood deficiency and fever. Uncle Mengshan must have suffered internal injuries before. Over time, it caused spleen dysfunction and imbalance of qi, blood, yin and yang."

"Internal injuries?" Yu Ruhai was a little confused. Previously, Yu Mengshan encountered a ferocious beast when he was collecting herbs in the mountains, but only his leg was bitten off. He did not diagnose any internal injuries.

Hearing Yu Jiao say this, Yu Mengshan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly remembered something and said with difficulty, "That day... ahem... when I was chased by a ferocious beast, I... I rolled down the hillside and hit an ancient tree."

"How should it be diagnosed and treated? How did you see that?" Yu Ruhai felt that Yu Jiao's medical skills were far superior to his at this moment, and he couldn't help but look at Yu Jiao with a hot gaze.

Yu Qizhe also looked towards Yu Jiao, his peach blossom eyes focused, giving people the illusion of deep affection.

Yu Jiao said, "The fever caused by blood deficiency due to internal injuries is mostly low-grade fever, dizziness, fatigue, palpitations, pale complexion, pale lips and nails, pale tongue, and weak pulse. It's not serious. Just take Guipi Decoction to slowly recuperate."

After hearing what Yu Jiao said, Song finally felt relieved and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Yu Jiao added, "Uncle Mengshan still has some edema, but that's not a problem. I'll prescribe another prescription, and he should be fine after taking two doses."

Yu Qizhe looked at Yu Jiao deeply, as if he wanted to see through her body and into her soul. Yu Jiao was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Yu Qizhe retracted his gaze and whispered, "Thank you."

Yu Jiao pursed her lips and smiled. This silly boy actually said thank you to her? He is really a 'good' person.

Yu Jiao told Grandpa Yu about Guipi Decoction and the prescription with improved dosage for treating angioedema. Grandpa Yu went to the west room to get medicine and secretly copied down the two prescriptions given by Yu Jiao and put them in the medical book.

After all the trouble, Song didn't even have time to eat breakfast. She took the medicine prepared by Grandpa Yu to the kitchen to boil it for Yu Mengshan.

While Yu Jiao was cleaning up the dishes, Yu Qizhe picked up the cold porridge on the table and started drinking it.

Yu Jiao took out a steamed bun as if by magic and stuffed it into Yu Qizhe's hand. "I saw some pickled radish in the kitchen. Can I give you some?"

Yu Qizhe glanced at the steamed bun in his hand and put it back into the basket. "A bowl of porridge is enough for me."

Yu Jiao quickly cleaned up the dishes and said, "You are still growing, how can one bowl of porridge be enough?"

After saying that, he took the bowl and chopsticks to the kitchen, leaving Yu Qizhe alone in the main room to drink porridge.

Yu Qizhe was holding the bowl of porridge, but his mind was all on Yu Jiao. The change in her since she woke up was too obvious. Her behavior was completely different from before, which really made people feel confused.

Soon, Yu Jiao returned to the main room with a small bowl and placed it in front of Yu Qizhe. In the bowl were radish strips that she had taken out of the jar of pickled vegetables in the kitchen.

"Eat quickly." Yu Jiao said, and without waiting for Yu Qizhe's reaction, she went back to the kitchen to wash the pots and bowls.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, Yu Qizhe did not touch the steamed bun in the steamed bun basket and took it to the kitchen.

Yu Jiao was bending over to wash the pot. Her slender figure was the same as before. Yu Qizhe took a quick glance and then looked away. Song was fanning the stove and decocting medicine beside her.

Yu Qizhe brought the steamed buns and pickles to Song, "Mom, eat something first. I'll boil some medicine for Dad."

Song shook her head and said, "Mom can't eat any more. You should eat more."

Yu Qizhe had always been in poor health and had a poor appetite. He put the steamed buns and pickles on the chopping board beside him. Knowing that his father was ill again and his mother was upset, he didn't know how to comfort her, so he left the kitchen without saying anything more.

Yu Jiao had already cleaned the pots and bowls. She turned around and took the palm-leaf fan from Song, smiling and saying, "Aunt Song, Uncle Mengshan's illness is really not serious. His acute fever caused by internal injuries will be cured once it is released. If it is kept hidden, it will be a big hidden danger! This steamed bun was specially left for you by Fifth Brother. You should eat it quickly, or Uncle Mengshan will recover and you will fall ill again."

Yu Jiao spoke in a light tone and in a relaxed manner. After hearing this, Song's mood also became much lighter, and she picked up the steamed bun and started eating.

"You girl, why did you change your way of addressing me to uncle and aunt?" Song noticed Yu Jiao's way of addressing me belatedly. When Yu Jiao was treating Yu Mengshan before, she was completely focused on Yu Mengshan's condition and didn't pay any attention to what Yu Jiao was calling. Now she finally heard it.

Yu Jiao smiled and said, "It's just a name. It doesn't matter how you call me. You and Uncle Mengshan are both good people. I feel close to you in my heart!"

Song also laughed, "How come you have become so sweet after being sick? You can call me uncle or aunt, whatever you want."

After eating the steamed buns, Song was not idle either. She poured a bucket of water into the big pot, wanting to boil hot water for Yu Jiao to take a bath.

Yu Jiao couldn't bear to see her work any longer, so she smiled and called out, "Aunt Song, please stop working. Uncle Mengshan's medicine is ready. You can take it to him and I can boil the water myself."

Yu Jiao poured the medicine from the jar into a bowl and handed it to Song.

Song was worried about Yu Mengshan's health. She stood up from the stove, wiped her hands, and took the medicine bowl. "Wait until your uncle Mengshan drinks the medicine. I will move the bathtub to Fuling's room and you can wash yourself."

Yu Jiao nodded. After Song left, she went to the stove and added firewood to boil water.

At this time, Yu Jiao felt somewhat fortunate. In her previous life, her grandfather had always taken her to live in the deserted mountains, teaching her how to chop wood, make fire, and cook since she was young. That was why she was able to adapt to life in the Yu family so quickly.

Yu Jiao had just finished boiling water and was about to take it to the east room when Zhao from the third room suddenly appeared at the door of the kitchen. She looked at Yu Jiao with disdain and said in a bossy manner, "I need hot water."

After saying that, he tried to grab the wooden bucket from Yu Jiao's hand. Yu Jiao dodged him, carried a half-bucket of hot water, and walked out of the kitchen, saying, "If you want hot water, go and boil it yourself."

Zhao was deliberately looking for trouble, so Yu Jiao naturally would not give in.

Zhao's anger was immediately ignited, "Bitch, I told you to use the hot water, didn't you hear me? Put it down now!"