This prescription needs to be changed

After stopping the medication, the patient did not experience widespread discomfort.

At noon, Zhang Qingjie showed up with his eighteen bodyguards and new herbs. Shen Roujiao spent the whole afternoon decocting herbs with them.

Because it was a new prescription, the weighing of the medicinal materials, the proportion, the amount of water, the slag filtering... every step needed to be checked multiple times by several people, and the flames of the fifteen furnaces for decocting the medicine never went out.

The first dose of soup was given to more than 400 patients one by one according to the severity of their symptoms. It was already dark and the lights were turned on. Shen Roujiao finally had time to eat an egg. It was Zhang Qingjie who stuffed it into her hand at noon. After that, he never showed up again.

The decoction is effective, and the patient's vomiting symptoms have significantly decreased. Director Sun did not change the prescription. He will continue to take the decoction twice a day tomorrow, and then see if the situation needs to be changed or adjusted.

Shen Roujiao helped to clean up the medicine residue. She was really tired after a whole day. Thinking that she would have to get up early in the morning to boil the medicine, she planned to go back to sleep quickly.

The tent was empty. Zhang Qingjie was not there, and Secretary Wu, who had gone to the market to buy medicine, had not returned. Shen Roujiao took off her white coat, covered herself with a military coat, and soon fell asleep.

Zhang Qingjun entered after Shen Roujiao fell asleep.

He deliberately avoided her for a day, and when they met this time, he felt that he had lost control. His application to enter Tibet had been approved, and it would take only two days to leave. This time he was gone for two years.

There were some things on his mind that he couldn't and didn't dare to say, for fear that he wouldn't be able to fulfill his promise after saying it, and even more afraid that if he couldn't come back, saying it would hurt her.

He once saw a flash of restrained heartbeat in Shen Roujiao's evasive gaze.

A faint light shone through the small plastic window onto Shen Roujiao's sleeping face. She was like a very tired kitten, curled up in her cotton coat, with only half of her face exposed. The silhouette of her eyelashes was cast on her face, rising and falling with her steady breathing, soft and gentle, very pretty.

Zhang Qingjun lay down with his clothes on, staring at her face, as if he could never see enough.

Suddenly, a man's voice opened the curtain, "Shen Roujiao?" His eyes met Zhang Qingjun's cold eyes in the light outside the tent, "I'm sorry."

As he lowered his hand, the light was also taken away.

In the time it took him to stand up, the curtain was opened again and Zhang Qingjun met the man's eyes. His hair was messy and his clean face had dark circles under his eyes, making him look even more fragile like a scholar.

"Who are you looking for?" Zhang Qingjun was wearing a military coat, with his hands in his trouser pockets. He had an upright posture, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, bronze skin, clear and deep facial features, and a voice that was cold enough to freeze.

"Shen Roujiao." It was the first time the two met, but the man could sense the obvious hostility from the other party.

"She," Zhang Qingjun blocked the door and looked into the tent tenderly, his voice deliberately lowered, "just fell asleep."

Pampering is self-evident.

!

"Who are you?" The man frowned, his bookish temper disappeared, and a hint of ferocity appeared in his eyes.

"Why do you want to know?" Zhang Qingjun crossed his arms in front of his chest, his tone was quite impolite, his eyes were full of contempt from top to bottom, and full of provocation.

The man's face was covered with a layer of ice, and he felt cold all over. His hands at his sides were clenched into fists.

Not far away, Wu Yi, carrying a camp bed, walked quickly towards the two of them, "Huai Yue, why don't you come in!" Knowing the consultant, the hostile atmosphere between the two of them could be felt ten meters away.

Wu Yi raised his eyebrows at Zhang Qingjun who was blocking the entrance of the tent, and introduced enthusiastically: "This is Zhou Huaiyue, Shen Roujiao's master." When he said the three words "Shen Roujiao", there was a slight pause between each word, as if he was intentionally speaking to a childhood friend.

Wu Yi looked at Zhou Huaiyue again, pointed at the tall man at the door and said, "This is Zhang Qingjun, my childhood friend, and your apprentice's friend."

Huh, friend?!

I'm afraid he doesn't even put himself in the position of a friend.

The two men did not exchange pleasantries or shake hands, and Zhou Huaiyue wished he could punch him in the face.

After being glared at by Wu Yi for several times, Zhang Qingjun turned around and made way for him, and said for no reason, "I didn't expect that you are really his master."

!

Perhaps it was his soldier's intuition, Zhang Qingjun guessed who he was at first sight, and also guessed that he would definitely turn back, so he deliberately stood in front of the tent to block him, intending to cause trouble.

So, from the beginning, he did it on purpose.

Zhou Huaiyue followed Secretary Wu into the tent. When he passed by Zhang Qingjun, he stabbed him with his sword expressionlessly, "What a pity, your last name is not Gu."

The minds of scholars are always twisted, and their words are always twisted. The last time he met Duan Baisheng, he thought that boy was Shen Roujiao's scandalous boyfriend, so he asked, "Is your father the county magistrate?" Later, he read the newspaper and asked people, and found out that the county magistrate's surname was Gu.

Zhang Qingjun's last name is not Gu, which means that you are not even a boyfriend with a scandal, so what's there to be proud of? Except for that guy, everyone else is nothing in his eyes, so why are you so arrogant?

"You..." Zhang Qingjun was about to fight back when Shen Roujiao, who was sleeping soundly, turned over and faced away from them.

For fear of waking her up, they had no choice but to keep quiet.

Wu Yi placed Zhou Huaiyue's camp bed on the right side. He separated the two rivals on the left and right so that everyone could have a good rest.

Master Zhou, who was almost exhausted, fell asleep as soon as he got to bed. However, Zhang Qingjun could not fall asleep for a long time. The mission to go to Tibet after the New Year was inexplicably moved to the New Year. He was reluctant to leave before, and he was even more reluctant to leave now.

At dawn, Shen Roujiao quietly put on her white coat and slipped out of the tent. She should have been happy that Zhou Huaiyue had come, but she had heard the second half of his battle with Zhang Qingjun last night, and she would inevitably be scolded again if they met again.

Less than two meters away from the outside, "Shen, Rou, Jiao!" Zhou Huaiyue's cold voice behind her froze her in place, unable to move.

Haha, whatever you fear will come true.

The moment she turned around, a fake smile appeared on her face, "Zhou Huaiyue, you're finally back." She walked in front of him with a cute face that was trying to please him.

"!" Why is there someone else here? Don't you even deserve to be called master?

Suddenly, Shen Roujiao pulled down one of Zhou Huaiyue's shoulders, and his body naturally leaned towards her. Her pink little mouth came close to his ear, and she said softly, "I can't call you master here, don't be angry."

When she spoke, her warm breath brushed past his ears and penetrated into his body, making Zhou Huaiyue's scalp numb, his head buzzing, and the tips of his ears instantly reddened to the point of bleeding. He stood up quickly, rubbing his already long hair to cover his ears that were burning, and raised the collar of his military coat to hide his panicked heartbeat.

Seeing his face becoming more and more gloomy, Shen Roujiao's heart also sank, and she thought: It's over, he's getting ready to start training.

"You, don't send me so much money anymore."

!

Oh my god!

Not only did he not curse, he even used bubbles. Haha, it was so easy to coax her, I couldn't believe it! Nodding like a garlic, Shen Roujiao smiled slyly, "Yeah, no."

"Don't hang out with people you don't know."

?

Not familiar?

Was it Zhang Qingjun, whom he was not familiar with? Shen Roujiao pointed to the tent behind him, put her hand to her mouth and leaned in to say, "He is leaving. To the army."

Zhou Huaiyue sneered, but the corners of his mouth were raised. He really missed her so much that he couldn't bear to scold her again.

"You follow me now." The bubble disappeared, and the tone became commanding.

?

If it's not coaxed well, it's an illusion.

"No. The epidemic situation has just improved a little, I can't leave." She was firm in her attitude. This was the bottom line and no one could touch it, not even Zhou Huaiyue.

"The provincial medical team can solve the epidemic and does not need you. Come with me and I will take you to find your mother." Zhou Huaiyue stared at Shen Roujiao's shocked eyes and nodded heavily to her, confirming that everything he said was true.

"My mother? You're talking about my mother?" Shen Roujiao excitedly grabbed Zhou Huaiyue's arm with both hands, and her tears dripped into lines and fell on the cuffs of his military coat, soaking them into patches of dark green.

"She is not dead, she is still alive. She is a doctor and is safe." Zhou Huaiyue condensed all the information into the shortest sentence and said it thousands of times in his heart.

He would tell her, he would take her to her mother, he had promised her, and he must keep his promise.

Shen Roujiao cried so hard that her face was red. Zhou Huaiyue wiped her tears over and over again. When the little crybaby finally stopped crying, she raised her tear-stained face and said stubbornly, "I can't leave. Wait until they get better. After that, we'll go find my mother."

She knew what was important. Here were the lives of hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people, and how many children were struggling to survive. She couldn't leave so easily. Only when she saw that everyone was really getting better could she feel at ease to go find her mother.

"Okay." Looking at her determined eyes, Zhou Huaiyue knew that he couldn't persuade her at all. He didn't understand, but he chose to support her and help her save people. "Show me the prescription."

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"Master." Shen Roujiao felt something different in her heart. Zhou Huaiyue was so handsome.

Behind them, in the corner of the tent, Wu Yi nudged Zhang Qingjun, who had a grim look on his face, with his elbow and said, "I told you, you have no chance. You can see that they are a couple."

When Zhou Huaiyue wiped Shen Roujiao's tears, what else could they be but a young couple? A young couple reunited after a long separation, isn't that what they are like, so sweet that it makes your teeth fall out.

After lowering the door curtain, Zhang Qingjun squeezed his own hands hard, and the joints made a crackling sound. He sneered, "We are not married yet, so how can we be considered a couple?"

"Huh, you're so stubborn." Wu Yi shook his head helplessly.

......

After getting the prescription from Director Sun of the county hospital, Zhou Huaiyue walked around the epidemic area, examining the patients carefully. He examined the seriously ill patients very carefully. Shen Roujiao followed behind him without saying a word, because she didn't know what to ask.

At this moment, her inner admiration for Zhou Huaiyue reached its peak. Before, she only knew that he knew medicinal materials, but she didn't know that he also knew medical skills and could treat illnesses. Moreover, when he was diagnosing patients, his eyebrows and eyes were calm, like a Buddha who could cure diseases and save people.

No matter what symptoms he saw or what pulse he felt, he always had a calm expression, as if everything was under control. That kind of calmness was particularly handsome.

It's not the appearance of handsomeness, it's the soul, a soul picked out from a million, especially handsome.

Shen Roujiao sighed as she watched, this master she found was no exception, he was clearly a dazzling gem, but he had concealed his own light and hid in a dusty corner where no one knew about it.

"This recipe needs to be changed." Zhou Huaiyue called Shen Roujiao aside, looking serious and earnest.

His whole body is glowing!