Wu Zhi set up a seat opposite Dr. Chen's and saw patients at the same time as Dr. Chen.
Doctor Chen had no objection.
Fu Zi and Qian Ji were very jealous. If they had known that their master was so tolerant, they should have been brave enough to set up a table to see the patient.
However, many patients did not trust Wu Zhi because she was a woman, and still lined up in front of Dr. Chen's seat waiting for treatment.
Wu Zhi slammed the table and stood up, gathering strength in his dantian. He shouted loudly, "I am Wu Zhi, the eldest disciple of Doctor Chen of Qianjin Hall. I have inherited the true teachings of my master and possess superb medical skills. I can cure a wide range of ailments and am known as the Divine Doctor Wu."
Everyone looked at her.
Doctor Chen was also shocked, and then after listening to her wild words, he felt his forehead twitching.
Fu Zi and Qian Ji, who were standing by, were extremely angry when they heard this.
Fuzi: "First disciple?"
Qianji: "Wu Shengyi?"
The two exchanged glances and gnashed their teeth, saying, "Shameless!"
The patients were stunned by Wu Zhi's self-righteous attitude.
Wu Zhi displayed three prescriptions for curing the epidemic and announced loudly, "I have developed a recipe for curing the epidemic. I have personally tested it and it has proven quite effective. This recipe has already been presented to the imperial court and will soon be distributed throughout the capital. It may not be as easy to see me again in the future, so everyone should seize this opportunity."
A patient asked Dr. Chen, "Dr. Chen, is what she said true?"
Doctor Chen nodded with a wooden face.
At this time, a patient also recognized Wu Zhi. "It turned out to be Doctor Wu. I didn't recognize you because she was wearing a face mask. Doctor Wu is a very skilled doctor. She cured my leg pain with acupuncture."
Seeing that there was no one in front of Wu Zhi, the man quickly rushed to the front and sat down in front of Wu Zhi. "Doctor Wu, thank you for your help."
"Okay, okay." Wu Zhi sat down to examine him. After the diagnosis, he said to Fu Zi beside him, "For mild cases, use the first prescription."
Fuzi looked at Doctor Chen, who acquiesced. He could only fake a smile as he led the patient, glaring at Wu Zhi, "Follow me."
Seeing this, many patients turned to Wu Zhi for treatment, and soon a long queue formed in front of her.
"You're not infected, you just have a food fever. Go back and move around more. Just skip two more meals and you'll be fine."
"Mild symptoms, pull the machine!"
"The symptoms are severe, so use a single medication, Aconite."
Qianji and Fuzi's dream of treating patients on their own was shattered, and they were reduced to assistants and errand runners while the other disciples prepared the medicine. About an hour later, the first batch of medicine was ready, and the disciples distributed the medicine to the patients in an orderly manner.
Seeing that everyone was handling the situation well, Han Su didn't bother them. He left a cup of tea for Wu Zhi and went to the next workshop to deliver the prescription.
Wu Zhi had not yet recovered and his throat was a little sore. He picked up the tea to drink, but saw a piece of white paper at the bottom of the cup.
When I unfolded it, I saw the eight characters "Take care of yourself and I will have no worries."
The signature is Weizhi.
That is Han Su's courtesy name.
Wu Zhi put the white paper away and stuffed it into the sachet she carried with her.
Two days later, Wu Zhi's new prescription took effect, and many patients improved. Those with mild symptoms were able to return home for recuperation after receiving medicine for follow-up visits.
Some people who were weak and seriously ill could not be saved even with medicine and died in the plague center.
Wu Zhi, the disciples of Qianjin Hall, and even Doctor Chen were often scolded for this, but this was normal for doctors.
A young disciple was troubled, and Doctor Chen advised him with just six words: "Do your best and leave the rest to fate."
After taking the medicine, Yinyin was able to get out of bed. She couldn't sit idle, so she helped out and took care of the patients.
When someone scolded the doctor, she cried and defended herself, "Doctors are human, not gods. Even gods don't always respond to everything. What right do you have to scold us? No one wants to see people die, let alone them. That's why they see patients day and night, even when they themselves are infected. They see patients despite being sick, test medicines on themselves, and save our lives. If it weren't for them, more people would have died. Now that we're alive, some people are not only ungrateful, but also scold us. Do you still have a conscience?"
The troublemakers were scolded by her so hard that they couldn't even raise their heads, and many patients also joined in.
Some people were so angry that they wanted to step forward and pull them apart, but were stopped by Liang Mo and the disciples of Qianjin Hall.
The situation alarmed the yamen runners, who put all the troublemakers in solitary confinement. After they were cured, they were all thrown out.
Wu Zhi patted Yin Yin's head and praised her, "That's right, a strong general has no weak soldiers under him. You didn't bring shame to me and your sister Xu."
Then he wiped her gold beads for her, "But next time you quarrel with someone, it would be better if you can hold back your tears."
Yin Yin wiped her face and asked in a muffled voice, "Sister Azhi, aren't you angry when they scold you like that?"
Wu Zhi raised an eyebrow and smiled, "What's the point of getting angry? As long as they're still begging me for medicine, there are plenty of ways to treat them. Why waste time arguing with them?"
"Really?" Yin Yin's grievances turned into curiosity, "How is it diagnosed and treated?"
Wu Zhi chuckled twice and said nothing.
It was not until the afternoon when the medicine was being administered that a burst of retching sounds came from the blocked rooms and the troublesome patients cried out in pain. Only then did Yin Yin realize the consequences of offending the doctor.
She puffed up her face and cursed fiercely, "Serves you right!" Then she threw all the grievances out of her mind and went to help diligently.
Liang Mo would follow her wherever she went.
That day, Yin Yin asked a question, but he was interrupted by the noise outside the door before he could answer. After that, Yin Yin never asked again, and he never had the chance to answer again.
She doesn't understand yet. Let's wait until she grows up. Anyway, she can take care of herself and no one can take her away.
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Seven days later, the Taichang Temple posted a notice ordering the Medical Bureau to take charge of all clinics, pharmacies, temples, and Taoist temples in the capital and the countryside outside the city to treat all the infected people.
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