Chapter 629 Who wrote this calligraphy?
"Except for those born evil, who dares not to respect ghosts and gods? If they really killed their granddaughters or daughters, they must be scared. Brother Bujiu, just find a girl of similar age to play the role of their dead granddaughter or daughter and pretend to be a ghost. When people are scared, what they say is true."
Jiang Fubao laughed badly.
She hated to see bad guys like this escape punishment.
The fact that this woman had the courage to go to the county government and protest her injustice shows that she must be telling the truth, especially since she was covered in injuries. She must have been badly bullied in her daily life.
The whole village came to the aid of the mother and her son. It is very likely that this is how girls are treated in the entire village.
I don’t know how many lives were killed.
It's just too abominable.
"Brother Bujiu, remember to pretend to be a ghost in front of the villagers who testified for them, and then threaten them, saying that if anyone tells a lie, they will all be punished equally. When disaster strikes, everyone will flee. People are selfish. If you say this, they will definitely not protect this mother and child anymore!"
Jiang Fubao added another sentence.
With witnesses, we can apply the law.
They are in trouble.
"Okay, I'll find someone to try your method right away. Fubao, I'll come see you another day. Remember to take good care of yourself. If anyone wants to cause trouble, send someone to notify me and I'll be there right away."
His troubles were resolved, and Meng Bujiu stood up excitedly.
Then he walked away quickly.
"Miss, please come quickly. The patients have been waiting in line for a quarter of an hour." At the same time, the maid came over with an anxious look on her face and called Jiang Fubao.
"Oh, I forgot about the important things, I came right away." She was so busy chatting with her godfather and brother Bujiu that she forgot that she was still "at work".
Jiang Fubao patted his forehead, feeling guilty and annoyed.
When I returned to the front of the clinic, I saw that the waiting area was already full of people, with not a single empty seat.
Some of these people come to see a doctor, some come for follow-up examinations, and of course, most of them come to eat medicinal food.
The older disciples sat beside her, taking the patients' pulses, while her younger disciples stood by, listening carefully and learning.
Chen Hongxia, who was standing at the head of the disciples, was writing something in a notebook with a brush.
Shao Siyou walked over quietly and gave her some pointers.
"Fifth Senior Brother, are you lighting the stove for Sixth Senior Sister?" a boy about eleven or twelve years old said mischievously.
He is the tenth among many disciples.
But she is not honest at all.
A pair of sly eyes, like a surveillance camera, observed the surroundings.
Nothing escapes his eyes.
If he wasn't smart and clever, Jiang Fubao would never have accepted him as his apprentice. This kind of person is more suitable to be a spy.
Lao Shi's voice was neither loud nor low, and Jiang Fubao, who had just sat down, happened to hear it.
She turned her head and looked to the left.
Shao Siyou's face turned red, but Chen Hongxia, on the contrary, was very calm.
"I remembered some things wrongly, and my senior brother just told me. What nonsense are you talking about, you bad boy?"
Having said that, Chen Hongxia continued writing.
Hu Lushou, who was taking a patient's pulse, had a solemn expression and was oblivious to what was happening around him.
He slowly let go of his hand only after Jiang Fubao finished taking his pulse.
The time it took to take the pulse was more than twice that of Jiang Fubao.
"Doctor Hu, what's wrong with me?"
"Little doctor, what's wrong with me?"
Not only are the two women of similar age, but their words are also similar.
One looked at Hu Lushou and the other looked at Jiang Fubao.
None of them smile.
"It's okay. It's just that the weather is hot and your spleen is a little weak. You don't need to take medicine. I'll prescribe you a recipe for cool tea. Drink a pot of it every day. I guarantee that you will sleep well and eat well in seven days." Hu Lushou said as he quickly wrote a few lines.
"Open your throat and let me see." Jiang Fubao took out a board and put it into the woman's mouth.
He leaned over to look again and again, and finally handed the board to Pan Erya beside him.
"This is a moth. Does it hurt when I eat?" Jiang Fubao asked her.
"It hurts, of course it hurts, even swallowing saliva hurts, my throat is so hoarse, oh, it hurts so bad, little doctor, please give me some medicine, I can't sleep well, I can't even breathe when I lie down."
The woman pinched her throat with her hands, as if that made her feel more comfortable.
"It's useless to take medicine alone. If you want to get better quickly, I'll prescribe a herbal recipe for you and also some medicinal powder. Do you want it?" Jiang Fubao picked up the pen, but didn't rush to write. Instead, he asked the woman for her opinion first.
"Okay, all is fine. I'll do whatever you say, little doctor. Open the door quickly." The woman nodded repeatedly.
She frowned with every word she spoke.
It felt like a blade was cutting my throat.
"Okay." Jiang Fubao wrote quickly on the paper.
Then he gave the prescription to the woman and asked her to go to the counter to pay.
The second patient arrived shortly afterwards.
The people waiting in line were a little bored, so they stared at Jiang Fubao's new clinic.
"Look, the words on the wall are exactly the same as the signboard, and the handwriting is the same. Who wrote it? The county magistrate or the prefect?"
"I don't know. The handwriting is very beautiful, strong and powerful. I think only someone with great achievements can write such beautiful words."
"It doesn't look like the prefect's. When he was still a judge, I went to visit him and his handwriting was not like this. As for the county magistrate, I don't know. I have never seen his handwriting."
"You all guessed wrong. This calligraphy was not written by the prefect, nor by the county magistrate, but by..."
The man who learned the truth kept it a secret.
The patient who was eavesdropping on the conversation nearby was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.
But I didn't dare to ask.
The people who had just spoken urged.
"Tell me, who wrote it?"
"That's right, why are you keeping me in suspense? Are you trying to drive me crazy? I'm already irritated. Look, my mouth is all rotten. It hurts so much."
"Hurry up and tell me, or I'll rush to see the doctor before you."
The man shook his head for a while before he slowly spoke: "I heard that when the current emperor was still a prince, his name had the word Jingyuan in it."
As soon as these words came out.
Anyone who heard this would be so frightened that their mouth would open wide and they dared not say a word.
Who dares to talk about the emperor?
However, there were also some brave ones who came over and asked in a low voice.
"Are you serious? The emperor can give a word to a small clinic? Why don't I believe it?"
"Huh, a small clinic? Have you forgotten who cured the plague? Without the little doctor, do you know how many people would have died? I heard that the emperor has been to our Lianshan Town. Who do you think he came to see? Why did the little doctor suddenly renovate the clinic and change its name, and announced to the outside world that he would open clinics all over the Tianling Kingdom?
Think about it again, how much gold and silver did His Majesty reward the little doctor with? Did the Jiang family lack money? No! His Majesty wanted her to open clinics all over Tianling Country, so that she could cure so many people. The reward money was used to help the little doctor open a clinic and recruit disciples! "