Xu Mo began preparing for the prefectural examination in April.
In the past few days, the courtyard has gone from quiet to bustling, and then back to quiet again.
The siblings were all a little taken aback.
Zheng Ruqian was even more astonished, saying, "If I had known that learning had so many benefits, I would have gone to school with my older brother."
Jiang Sheng glanced at him and said, "Recite a classical Chinese essay for me."
"..." The second brother looked up at the sky.
Everyone can read books, but not everyone is named Xu Mo.
He is exceptionally talented, intelligent, and hardworking; his talent and effort are both indispensable.
In Jiang Sheng's heart, her eldest brother was the smartest and the most capable.
Zheng Ruqian stood to the side, pouting.
He admitted that his eldest brother was very capable, but Xiao Jiang Sheng should also take a look at his second brother. His second brother could make money, and he was also very capable.
"Am I not powerful enough?" Fang Heng was even more disappointed. "I can take on five people at once."
Wen Zhiyun's lips moved again, but she swallowed them back.
Chang Yan watched this scene with interest, occasionally coughing to acknowledge Fifth Brother's presence.
Jiang Sheng always had the biggest headache at this time.
Having too many older brothers isn't good either.
Except for the fourth brother, who is gentle and doesn't like to argue, the other brothers always bicker and compete to be the best in everything.
When Xiao Jiangsheng was in a good mood, she would coax this person and that person, and the family was harmonious again.
But this time Jiang Sheng was in a bad mood and wouldn't comfort anyone.
She put her arms on her hips and stormed off.
Zheng Ruqian and Fang Heng were left looking at each other in bewilderment.
"You're the one who upset your sister."
"It's you, it's you."
"Nonsense, it's clearly you."
"If you're not convinced, let's fight..."
In fact, everyone in this family works very hard and everyone has made contributions.
The eldest brother excels in his studies, the second brother is good at making money, the third brother is skilled in martial arts, and even the fifth brother is incredibly intelligent.
Wen Zhiyun was initially quite confident, especially when she was earning money by treating patients in the village.
But now that they've moved, Xieyang County has no shortage of doctors, so naturally no one will hire a half-baked quack like him.
So whenever the second and third brothers bickered, the eldest and fifth brothers could chime in and watch the fun.
Only Wen Zhiyun hesitated to speak.
He was too insecure; compared to his older and younger brothers, he was just a burden.
While everyone was talking enthusiastically, Wen Zhiyun quietly stood up and wandered aimlessly through the streets of the county town.
He didn't know what else he could contribute to his family.
He's bad at studying, bad at business, bad at thinking, and bad at speaking.
The only thing I can be proud of is the few folk remedies and medical skills I inherited from my father.
Medical skills.
Wen Zhiyun paused, stopping in front of a clinic.
Compared to the small clinic that Dr. Wen ran in the town, this large clinic in the county was much more impressive.
The "Bianrentang" signboard, large enough to be an adult, the brightly lit consultation booth, the densely packed medicine cabinets, various rare medicinal materials, and three doctors on duty.
But now, they seemed to be stumped by something, pacing back and forth around the patient on the door panel.
Out of curiosity, Wen Zhiyun took two steps forward.
Patients usually go to the clinic on their own or with the help of family members.
Patients brought in by removing a door panel are usually in acute condition. For example, this patient's lips and teeth are pale, his abdomen is distended, and he is in great pain with his eyes closed. His pants are slightly dark in color, indicating that he has lost control of his bladder.
The three doctors on duty argued because they couldn't figure out his symptoms.
An older man said, "With such a distended abdomen, it is undoubtedly gas. It needs to be relieved as soon as possible. We should prepare some medicine to help expel the gas."
A middle-aged man frowned. "I've never seen abdominal bloating cause incontinence. It seems more like stomach bloating, requiring digestive aids."
The younger man remained silent, repeatedly palpating the patient's abdomen several times before shaking his head and saying, "Neither..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was reprimanded by the first two doctors.
"What do you know, you young brat? You've eaten less rice than I've eaten salt. This is a deadly disease. If someone dies because of your nonsense, who will be held responsible?"
"That's right, that's right, don't talk nonsense, you can't afford to take the blame."
The two people who were arguing suddenly became united in their hatred of the enemy because of a single sentence from the young doctor.
The young doctor snorted angrily, "Medical skills don't necessarily improve with age. Don't take yourself too seriously. This person's bloating is clearly caused by intestinal obstruction; all they need to do is relieve their constipation."
This is tantamount to denying the words of the two senior doctors.
Wen Zhiyun, listening from outside, couldn't help but feel worried for him.
Sure enough, the two senior doctors immediately got angry. "Who do you think you are in this Xiyang County? How dare you point fingers at us? How many medical certificates do you have? How many illnesses have you treated? I said it's abdominal distension, so it is abdominal distension."
In the medical field, age certainly does not represent medical skill.
However, older doctors have accumulated more experience, and people tend to trust a seasoned veteran doctor more than a seemingly young and impetuous newcomer, leading to widespread criticism.
The young doctor was about to be overwhelmed by criticism.
Wen Zhiyun clutched the hem of her clothes and couldn't help but step forward, saying weakly, "I...I've seen it in the folk remedies my father recorded. It is indeed bloating caused by intestinal obstruction. This doctor is right."
Unfortunately, it was too slight and was overlooked by everyone.
Wen Zhiyun closed her eyes.
He was protected by his parents from a young age, which fostered his timid and cowardly nature.
Later, he was protected by his older brothers, even though his fifth brother, Changyan, was smarter and braver than him.
The more Wen Zhiyun thought about it, the more heartbroken and saddened she became. Finally, she mustered up half of her courage and shouted out, "The young doctor is right, this is indeed an intestinal obstruction."
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