Time was of the essence, and Xiao Jiang Sheng didn't dare to delay. She hurriedly got into the carriage and headed to find the person.
Changyan reminded her, "What's the use of you going alone? Call Fourth Brother along."
Yes, yes, we need to bring a doctor along.
Jiang Sheng poked her head out and told Zheng Ruqian, who was driving the carriage, to turn towards the clinic.
Wen Zhiyun, who was receiving five taels of silver a month, was busy and sweating profusely. He would go to get medicine, dry the medicine, wrap the medicine, and massage Dr. Wu's shoulders.
Wu Suowei leaned back in his rattan chair, asking about the condition of each patient as they came in. He would handle serious cases himself, while passing on minor cases to Wen Zhiyun.
But in a small county town, how many severe cases can there be? Out of a hundred, ninety-eight are mild cases.
So, throughout the day, all that could be heard was Wu Suowei's lazy voice, "Find Dr. Wen, find Dr. Wen, find Dr. Wen..."
Wen Zhiyun wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling that earning money was really not easy.
Fortunately, there are benefits to treating the illness more often.
Wen Zhiyun now knows that many things in life contain various toxins that can cause physical abnormalities.
Sometimes nothing serious happens simply because the amount is small.
For example, potatoes imported from overseas a few years ago taste delicious when they are bright yellow and clean, but when they turn green and sprout, they contain solanine. Small amounts can cause abdominal pain and diarrhea, while large amounts can cause direct numbness of the mouth and nose and respiratory arrest.
For example, a commonly used wooden cutting board, if not scalded and exposed to sunlight, will produce a yellow toxin that can be deadly.
Improperly stored food can even cause injury or death if consumed.
No wonder when Dr. Wu agreed to teach him how to use poison, he said meaningfully, "The stories of going to heaven and earth and turning decay into magic in the novels are all fake. Whether it's medicine or poison, it all comes down to the details of everyday life, killing people invisibly."
Medical skills are not magical arts; they cannot take someone's head from a thousand miles away, nor can they wipe out an army with a wave of their hand, nor can they take someone's life with a single glance.
It relies on details, on an understanding of all things, and then, in the most ordinary way, silently takes lives.
Wen Zhiyun's eyes were opened.
After finally getting through this busy period, he used the small handkerchief his sister gave him to wipe away the sweat, but he hadn't had time to wash and dry it yet.
Wu Suowei's voice came again, "Dr. Wen, come and massage my shoulders, they're a bit sore."
Wen Zhiyun paused, quickly stuffed the handkerchief back into her sleeve, and resignedly walked over.
This clinic used to have three doctors, but after that foul-smelling incident, it's unclear what Wu Suowei said to the owner, but both of the senior doctors left.
Only Wu Suowei remained, busy with Wen Zhiyun. Occasionally, when the two were not around, the clinic would rather close than hire a doctor to sit in.
Wen Zhiyun had asked out of curiosity, thinking that Wu Suowei was the owner behind this clinic, but he just smiled and shook his head.
After that, he began to treat Wen Zhiyun even more harshly.
For example, when it comes to massaging shoulders, even though she's been reclining in a chair all day, she still complains about shoulder pain and won't let Wen Zhiyun massage her for a full fifteen minutes without stopping.
Once Wen Zhiyun had actually started massaging, he sighed comfortably and muttered, "The neck and shoulders are the most important parts of the human body. If you puncture the joints of the neck and shoulders, it can cause paralysis of half of the body, so you have to be careful when inserting the needle."
"Pressing this spot can relax your muscles. If you feel soreness, it means your muscles are stiff and you need to rest..."
Wen Zhiyun listened intently, seemingly lost in thought.
Fifteen minutes later, Wu called a halt.
He stretched his neck and said with a smile, "Xiao Zhiyun's strength is getting more and more just right, which is really pleasing. If I leave Xiyang County in the future, I will be a little sad if I can't pinch her anymore."
Wen Zhiyun was taken aback.
Wu Suowei added, "I wonder, if I leave, would you be willing..."
The rest of the words were left unsaid.
A horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the clinic.
Jiang Sheng, holding up her skirt, rushed over in a flurry, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, I need your help."
Wen Zhiyun's attention was immediately drawn to it. He took small steps to meet it and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Fourth Brother, I've found Auntie who went to Sichuan, but she doesn't seem to be doing well. Would you like to come with me to see her?" Jiang Sheng pleaded.
My sister has never spoken to me like this before.
Wen Zhiyun immediately agreed, only to realize later that she hadn't asked Doctor Wu for leave.
"Dr. Wu..." the little boy stammered as he went over, "My sister needs me."
"Go ahead, go ahead," Wu Suowei waved his hand.
Wen Zhiyun immediately smiled, turned around, grabbed Jiang Sheng, and ran towards the carriage.
On the carriage shaft sat Zheng Ruqian, whip in hand, and Chang Yan, peeking out from behind the curtain.
How wonderful!
Wu Suowei sighed softly, swallowing all his words.
On the other side.
After a bumpy ride of more than half an hour, the carriage finally arrived at the eastern end of Jiuchi Village in Shili Town.
Sitting on the cart shaft, Zheng Ruqian asked the villagers, "Auntie, do you know Wang Dasong's family?"
The woman, who was over forty years old, glanced at Zheng Ruqian's carriage, her eyes filled with jealousy. She turned away as if she hadn't heard anything.
Zheng Ruqian almost fell backward.
Fortunately, Changyan also came. He jumped off the carriage, smiled at the woman, and said in a gentle voice that was unique to young men, "Auntie, do you know where the Wang family is? I want to ask them about something."
Beauty is a powerful weapon.
Men can't resist young girls, and women can't resist young boys.
The woman's eyes lit up, and she immediately said, "It's over there, just three houses further in from that intersection."
"Thank you, Auntie." Changyan smiled again and got into the carriage.
The woman craned her neck to look for a long time, until the carriage was out of sight, before she finally looked away.
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