Su Jinyue heard footsteps behind her, turned around and saw Qian Moli chasing after her and smiling at her.
"Su Jinyue, let me go with you." Qian Moli ran to Su Jinyue and said.
"It's okay. I'm just going to the principal's office to handle some paperwork. Besides, this is a school, what could possibly happen?" Su Jinyue smiled. She knew Qian Moli was worried about her, and she was happy because she was helping someone who knew how to be grateful.
"I'll go with you." Qian Moli insisted.
Su Jinyue smiled and asked, "Are you born in the Year of the Ox?"
Qian Moli looked at Su Jinyue in surprise, not understanding what she meant.
"Otherwise, why are you as stubborn as a bull?" Su Jinyue said with a smile.
Qian Moli also laughed. She found that she was sometimes very stubborn. Once she made a decision, no matter who said it, it was useless.
"Go back to class. I'll be fine. I probably won't be in the classroom today. Don't worry." Su Jinyue reached out and patted Qian Moli's shoulder. The principal had asked her to go, probably to check on the patient he mentioned the day before yesterday.
Qian Moli was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to listen to Su Jinyue.
"If you don't return to the classroom, I'll deduct your credits," Zhu Xunwang said solemnly. Students these days are incredibly imaginative. He's a teacher talking to a student, so it's perfectly normal. Is there any need to get so nervous?
"Let's go back." Su Jinyue said with a smile.
"Then be careful." Qian Moli still reminded worriedly.
"Don't worry, I know kung fu." Su Jinyue nodded and smiled.
Qian Moli smiled, stopped, and watched Su Jinyue and Zhu Xunwang gradually disappear in the distance before turning back to the classroom. As for Su Jinyue's claim that she knew kung fu, she didn't believe it.
Su Jinyue followed Zhu Xunwang to the principal's office. Besides the principal, there was also a middle-aged man in the office.
Seeing Su Jinyue approach, Chen Zhenghai and the middle-aged man stood up simultaneously. "Su Jinyue, let me introduce you. This is Director Li Bolin of the Beijing Military District Branch. Director Li, she is the little miracle doctor Su Jinyue you mentioned." In the upper circles of Beijing, almost everyone is unfamiliar with Su Jinyue. The wife of the old commander, Mo, had been ill for many years and could not be cured, but she recovered under Su Jinyue's treatment. Calling her a little miracle doctor is no exaggeration.
"Hello, President Li!" Su Jinyue stretched out her hand and shook hands with Li Bailin.
Zhu Xunwang was stunned when he saw this scene. What was going on? Why were the principal and Dean Li being so polite to a student?
"Su Jinyue, the main reason I called you here today is that I want to go with you to see the patient I mentioned the day before yesterday. He had the same condition again yesterday." Originally, he wanted to arrange a time to take Su Jinyue to visit the other party's home, but he didn't expect that the patient would fall ill again yesterday.
"Okay." Su Jinyue nodded in response.
"Then let's go now." Li Bolin said after checking the time. He couldn't wait to see Su Jinyue's medical skills.
"Principal, who is she?" Zhu Xunwang asked after he came to his senses.
Chen Zhenghai smiled and patted Zhu Xunwang on the shoulder, "Old Zhu, she cured Madam Mo's little miracle doctor."
"Ah?!" Zhu Xunwang opened his mouth in disbelief.
Su Jinyue got into Chen Zhenghai's car and arrived at the hospital quickly.
When we arrived at the ward where the patient was staying, we saw a middle-aged couple in the ward looking at the unconscious young man on the bed with worried expressions.
Seeing Li Bolin and the other two come in, the middle-aged couple stood up and said, "President Li!"
"Old Wu, I've brought you a miracle doctor. She'll definitely be able to find the cause of Zi Ji's illness," Li Bolin said with a smile. He and Wu Daochang had been good friends for decades, so he was deeply concerned about his son's illness.
Wu Daochang and his wife quickly turned their attention to Chen Zhenghai.
"Isn't he Principal Chen?" Wu Daochang asked doubtfully. Chen Zhenghai had come to see Zi Ji before, but he couldn't find the cause of the illness.
"I'm talking about her." Li Bailin smiled and pointed at Su Jinyue.
Wu Daochang and his wife looked at Su Jinyue, sized her up and down, their eyes full of doubt, "Is she really a miracle doctor?" They had never seen such a young miracle doctor, she was probably not even twenty years old.
"You'll know in a moment." Li Bolin turned to look at Su Jinyue and said with a smile, "Little doctor, please help Ziji check."
"Yeah!" Su Jinyue responded and walked towards the bed.
Although Wu Daochang and his wife were a little skeptical, they began to look forward to it when they saw that Li Bailin was so optimistic about Su Jinyue.
Su Jinyue walked to the bedside, put her hand on Wu Ziji's wrist, and at the same time checked the condition of Wu Ziji's body.
After a long moment, Su Jinyue withdrew her hand, looked at everyone, and said, "I can confirm that the patient was poisoned by eating a fruit called Zhuhong Fruit. The characteristics of Zhuhong Fruit poisoning are the same as those of sodium channel blocker poisoning, showing a significant widening of the initial part of the blood vessels, while differential conduction is often manifested by widening of the terminal part of the blood vessels."
"Crimson Fruit?" Wu Daochang and his wife asked in surprise. How could they have never heard of such a thing?
"I'll let the patient wake up first, then you can ask him." Su Jinyue took out a box of silver needles from her small bag, disinfected it, and inserted it into the acupuncture points on Wu Ziji's wrist.
Not long after the silver needle was inserted, Wu Ziji opened his eyes. He looked around and realized that he was in the hospital again.
Seeing her son wake up, Yang Ping hurried forward and asked, "Ziji, Mom wants to ask you, have you ever eaten a fruit called Zhuhong Fruit?"
"I ate it. My aunt sends it to me every quarter. Didn't she send it to you? Didn't she say she would send it to you?" Wu Ziji asked in surprise. Originally, after his aunt sent it to him, he wanted to share it with his parents, but his aunt said she also sent it to his parents, so he ate it all himself.
"Did Xiaoling send it to you?" Yang Ping swayed, a look of disbelief in her eyes. Why would Xiaoling send something poisonous to Ziji? He was her nephew.
Thinking of this, Yang Ping looked at her husband, stretched out her hand and said, "Give me the phone. I want to call her and ask her why she did this and how we have wronged her."
Wu Daochang took out his cell phone and handed it to Yang Ping, "Don't be impulsive, maybe she doesn't know either."
Yang Ping grabbed the cell phone and made a call. This was related to her son's life, how could she not be impulsive?
Soon a soft voice came from the other side, "Hey!"
"Xiaoling, I want to ask you, do you often send fruits to Ziji?" Yang Ping tried her best to control her emotions, but her hands were still shaking. She was her own sister!
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