Soon the doctor arrived; it was Bai Henian from Baohetang.
This person's medical skills are comparable to, if not on par with, those of the imperial physicians, and in some diseases, they are even superior to those of the imperial physicians.
After all, countless patients are treated in the common people every day, while the imperial physicians in the palace, from the moment they enter the palace, are most familiar with the pulse of various masters.
No matter how many masters there are in the palace, there are still a limited number.
This is why, in some aspects, the skills of folk doctors are better than those of imperial physicians.
After taking the pulse, Bai Henian and Zhao Qingbei felt that this kid's physical condition was too good.
Inviting this old man to our home just to take his pulse, who's so lively and energetic, is really exhausting.
However, he was also a shrewd old man, and he never showed any displeasure on his face.
"Doctor, please take my grandson's pulse again. He was drugged today."
I wonder if that drug will have any effect on my grandson's health?
Huang was still uneasy, worried that the doctor hadn't explained things clearly and was just taking her pulse to check her health.
Upon hearing this, Bai Henian suppressed his resentment and carefully took the pulse again.
"Thankfully, thankfully, the drug didn't leave any problems in the young master's body."
However, just to be on the safe side, it would be best for the young master to drink a dose of detoxifying medicine.
This antidote is truly reassuring, and it is indeed a genuine antidote.
Zhao Qingbei strongly resisted taking the medicine.
Just as he was about to refuse, Zhao Qingyi gave in when he saw so many eyes staring at him from his nephew, niece, and nephew.
"Just drink it, it's just a dose of herbal medicine. It's not like nobody's never had one before."
As children, they could tell from Zhao Qingbei's appearance that her uncle (brother's brother) was also afraid of hardship.
Instantly, the children felt a sense of relief and comfort.
It turns out that being afraid of hardship isn't just a child's problem.
Adults are the same, except that adults say things they don't mean and use feigned strength to disguise themselves.
Good children see through things but don't say anything; they are all good children.
As for Da Bao, these past years, following Zhan Tong's side, this kid, besides being good at studying, is practically riddled with cunning.
Who would have thought that Zhan Tong, such an old scholar, would produce a disciple who was not a conventional bookworm?
Knowing that Zhao Qingni was afraid of taking medicine, the children exchanged glances and, with great enthusiasm, personally brewed the medicine and brought it to Zhao Qingni.
"Uncle, you've suffered today."
If it weren't for us kids dragging along, my uncle wouldn't have suffered so much.
I brewed this medicine myself, Uncle, please drink it.
These are candied fruits. If Uncle is afraid of bitterness, he can eat them after taking his medicine, and it won't be so bitter.
It was Da Ya who spoke, and there was absolutely no gloating in her eager little eyes.
Zhao Qingbei looked at the "concerned" faces of her nephews, took a deep breath, held it, picked up the bowl, and gulped down the medicine.
After finishing his medicine, he slowly rinsed his mouth with the water beside him.
Then I picked up the candied fruit and ate it.
"You brats, you know you want to see me make a fool of myself. So what if I need to take medicine? So what if I'm afraid of bitterness? Who says that growing up means you can't be afraid of bitterness?"
Zhao Dabao, how dare you laugh at me? Let's calculate our ages, I'm only a few years older than you.
That means I'm of a higher generation than you, but in reality, I'm still a child myself.
The children collectively exclaimed "Oh..."
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