In the afternoon, Jiang Shuyue took a short nap in a room in the backyard.
Qiuju and Yinqiao were not sleepy, and they talked and identified herbs in front of them.
When Jiang Shuyue came out, there were already more than ten women leading girls waiting outside.
Jiang Shuyue interviewed each girl one by one, asking them questions to answer.
After a selection process, only six people were qualified.
"Girl, please let my daughter stay! She's so hardworking, she's excellent at washing clothes and cooking."
The woman who was not selected pleaded bitterly with red eyes.
The other women chimed in, "Yes! Our daughters are all capable, they just haven't gone to school."
Jiang Shuyue shook her head secretly as she listened.
She said to the women who were refused, "If you were sick and the doctor couldn't even write a prescription, would you dare to drink the medicine prescribed by such a doctor?"
The women were taken aback for a moment, then whispered, "The girls can learn it slowly."
“That’s right, that’s right. Monks are all human, what’s so difficult about it? My mother-in-law can even deliver babies, and she’s illiterate.”
It's like a scholar encountering a soldier—you can't reason with him.
Even Qiuju couldn't stand it anymore.
She said gently, "It's true that monks are all human and learn by doing, but they also need to have wisdom. Just like Master Huiyuan of Qinglian Temple, if every monk had wisdom, wouldn't they all be considered masters?"
The women were slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and then their faces turned red.
"That's settled then. Your daughters are still young, so we'll take them home and teach them slowly. They can't learn medicine, but they can learn embroidery, incense making, or something like that."
Jiang Shuyue could only say this much.
The girls she rejected were quite pretty, but they lacked sparkle in their eyes and were illiterate, so Jiang Shuyue couldn't help them.
Learning medicine is not something just anyone can do. If you learn it well, you can heal the sick and save lives; if you don't, you can make money and kill people.
Therefore, she dared not be careless in selecting people.
Those who were not selected left with regret on their faces.
Jiang Shuyue explained the rules of the clinic and the monthly allowance to the group.
The little girls, like Yinqiao, were all beaming with joy.
The girls all came from poor families; some of their families ran small businesses.
Jiang Shuyue was very satisfied that all her homes were not far from here.
She instructed Qiuju and Yinqiao to lead the group to learn about medicinal herbs. Seeing that it was still early, she sat behind the screen to study the prescriptions for the epidemic.
The girls were all around the same age, and they quickly became acquainted.
After these few days, Jiang Shuyue prepared a prescription for the plague. She estimated that there was a high probability of a plague outbreak.
Febrile diseases are characterized by their warm nature, high infectivity, and rapid spread.
Febrile diseases include damp-heat diseases, summer-heat diseases, and warm-heat diseases.
Malaria may also occur.
She had a general understanding of the formulation of malaria, but compared to plague, the formulation of malaria was more difficult.
She needs to prepare prescriptions for these possible epidemics as soon as possible.
She knew the basic pathology and which medicinal herbs could inhibit it, but in this era dominated by traditional Chinese medicine, it was too difficult for her to find a formula to replace Western medicine.
As the sun set, for the girls' safety, when Gao Mu came to the clinic to pick up Jiang Shuyue, she asked Gao Mu to take each of the girls home one by one.
...
Inside Qingyunzhai, Yang Mao stared blankly out the window.
Last night, he learned from Dongmei that Jiang Shuyue was still alive.
After being sent back to her parents' home by Madam Yang, Granny Wang was not valued by her mistress and was assigned to do odd jobs in the kitchen.
She had been looking for an opportunity to return to the Minister's residence.
One day, she was wandering outside the Minister's mansion when she saw an old woman she used to be on good terms with coming out of the side gate.
The old woman told her that the eldest young lady had returned to the capital, and also told her that it was the time for the second young lady to be engaged, and that she should watch her mouth.
The scholars in the study left one after another.
At this time of day, Yang Mao would have already gone home.
Just as he was lost in thought, a magnificent carriage pulled up in front of the Jiang residence across the street.
His spirits lifted, and he hurriedly limped out.
A woman dressed in a lake-blue gauze dress stepped down from the carriage.
The woman had shoulders as slender as willow branches, bright eyes and white teeth, and an ethereal beauty, like a fairy.
The woman stepped down from the carriage and raised her head.
"Cousin Shuyue!"
Hearing a somewhat familiar voice, Jiang Shuyue stopped and looked up with a frown.
Qiu Ju followed Jiang Shuyue's gaze.
When Qiuju saw Yang Mao limping over, she quickly stepped in front of Jiang Shuyue.
"Miss, please come inside quickly! It's Yang Mao! How unlucky to run into him here!"
Gao Mu put down the reins and strode to stand beside Jiang Shuyue, looking at Yang Mao with hostility.
Jiang Shuyue tugged at Qiuju, "The capital is only so big, it's only a matter of time before we run into each other."
He's just a cripple, what tricks could he possibly play?
Jiang looked at him.
Yang Mao was extremely excited.
"Cousin Shuyue, is it really you?"
"Young master, please have some self-respect. I am not your cousin. You have mistaken me for someone else." Jiang Shuyue's tone was indifferent, as if she had never met the person in front of her before.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Yang Mao was intimidated by the murderous aura emanating from Gao Mu.
He had a lot to say to Jiang Shuyue, but now all he could say was "I'm sorry."
He looked up and glanced at the plaque of the Jiang residence, then looked at Jiang Shuyue and quickly looked down.
Then he limped toward home.
"This time, he's at least sensible," Qiu Ju secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Mao used to be the type who would pester someone until he was completely entangled with them.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
