Zhu Zhixin didn't stay for long, but he left a huge storm like thunder in this small mountain village.
"Is Dr. Jiang's medical skills so amazing? Look, people drive cars from far away to see her."
"Needless to say, Zhou Shitou from Zhoujia Village knows this, right? He is the son of the village chief. A big hospital had declared him disabled, but Doctor Jiang made him stand up again. Now he is like nothing happened, and he is back to work as usual!"
"And the one guarding the hospital now, Zhang Er, you may not know him, but you must have heard of the idiot Zhang Er who had his brain damaged when he was a child in Xiaowangzhuang? That's him!"
Such things, everyone Jiang Nian saw was praising her.
But this may not be a good thing for Jiang Nian.
Fortunately, although Ye Zhiqiu could not handle the whole thing on her own, she was able to diagnose some basic symptoms of the disease. With the help of Lin Hai, she could save a lot of trouble.
In a blink of an eye, the Lantern Festival was over and the primary school next door also started registration.
Zhou An, carrying the small shoulder bag made by Ye Zhiqiu for him and wearing brand new clothes, was led to the next door to register. Zhou An was very happy.
To what extent were supplies scarce at that time?
There wasn’t even a textbook, just a pencil and an eraser. I don’t know what the plan is for teaching then.
Jiang Nian said to Ye Zhiqiu, "The junior high school in town is also signing up, so go sign up for one for yourself."
Ye Zhiqiu was stunned, "Master, is there something I did wrong?"
Her subconscious reaction was that Jiang Nian didn't want her anymore.
Jiang Nian: "You haven't done anything wrong, but I can't teach you the knowledge in the textbooks. You need to learn it yourself. I know that most of the students are rebellious now, and the school is almost closed. You just need the identity of a student. Even if you don't study for the purpose, keeping your student status may be useful in the future."
Jiang Nian was just guessing based on Zhou Die's letter.
Although some intellectuals have been labeled as the "stinking ninth class", since ancient times, the development of a country has been inseparable from the writings of literati. Academic qualifications may be useless, but not learning is absolutely useless.
Ye Zhiqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'll listen to Master."
In fact, she is beginning to find it difficult to learn what Jiang Nian asked her to learn. She used to be able to ask Li Rui for help, but after Li Rui left, she also lost her teacher and she has been slacking off on her studies.
Zhou An called out from the side, "Sister is going to go to school with me?"
"Not together. You were in elementary school and I was in junior high school. We were not in the same place." Ye Zhiqiu explained to him, but Zhou An was still very happy.
Lu Jiao's condition is serious and it is definitely not something that can be cured by just discharging pus and blood.
But after the first discharge, coupled with taking internal medicine, it was obviously much better afterwards, and the area of the newly grown pustules was not that large.
After two more discharges, the original pustules and rotten wounds had scabbed over. They looked horrible, but only she knew how long it had been since she had felt such a relaxed feeling all over her body.
As for the scars left on her body, Doctor Jiang said that they would be repaired after the abscesses healed. After these treatments, her trust in Jiang Nian reached its peak, so there was naturally no reason for her not to believe him.
In other words, even if the repair is not good, it will at most make her look a little ugly, and at worst she won't go out.
As long as she no longer suffered as before, she would be satisfied.
In a blink of an eye, it was time to go to the city again.
This time she went alone, because there was a special person named Lu Jiao in the ward, and she was worried about others watching her.
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