Arriving at the door of the house where the male educated youth lived, Zhang, the educated youth, opened the door but didn't rush inside. Instead, he stood at the door and called out, "Qi, the educated youth."
"Qi Zhiqing, are you awake? If you are, please answer me."
There was no sound coming from inside the room. Zhang Zhiqing turned to Wang Qianqian and Song Yueying and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go inside and see if Qi Zhiqing has woken up."
Qi, the educated youth? How many educated youths with the surname Qi are there in the educated youth settlement? Song Yueying frowned slightly. Could it be Qi Yanjue's cousin?
“Okay, the teacher and I will wait at the door. Thank you for your help, Zhang Zhiqing,” Wang Qianqian said politely.
"Xixi, you're too kind." Zhang, the educated youth, said with a disapproving look, "We are all educated youth who came to the countryside to support rural construction, and we are revolutionary comrades."
"We should understand, care for, and help each other; there's no need to be so polite."
"Besides, it was because Qi Zhiqing suddenly fell ill that I asked you and Doctor Song to come and treat him. We should be the ones troubling you."
Wang Qianqian was not good with words to begin with, so she naturally couldn't win an argument with Zhang Zhiqing. She smiled and remained noncommittal.
Seeing that Song Yueying still didn't seem inclined to speak, Zhang Zhiqing didn't linger any longer and turned to go inside.
She went straight to the inner part of the dormitory, where a person was lying, the sick Qi Zhiqing she had mentioned.
Zhang, the educated youth, went over and called him softly, "Qi, the educated youth, wake up, wake up! I'll go and fetch Doctor Song to treat you."
The person lying on the bed still had their eyes tightly closed, as if they were fast asleep.
Zhang, the educated youth, called out several times but couldn't wake the person, and she started to get anxious. She turned and called towards the door, "Qianqian, Dr. Song, come in quickly!"
"Qi Zhiqing seems to have fainted."
Wang Qianqian, who was standing at the door, heard that the new educated youth had fainted. Her first reaction was to look at Song Yueying beside her. Seeing her nod, she picked up her medicine box and went into the house.
Song Yueying still followed behind her casually, in a relaxed manner.
The two arrived at the communal sleeping area, and Wang Qianqian didn't know what to do. She stood to the side, waiting for Song Yueying's instructions.
Zhang, the educated youth, lacked her awareness and remained in the best position. She anxiously said, "Dr. Song, please come quickly and examine Qi, the educated youth."
"I called him many times, but he didn't wake up. I guess he must have fainted."
"Judging from Qi Zhiqing's pale face, she must have fainted after Li Li and I went out."
"Because Li Li and I spoke with Qi Zhiqing when we came back, then I went to invite Doctor Song, and Li Li went to the kitchen to cook for everyone."
Zhang Zhiqing was eager to prove herself to Song Yueying, to show her that she was more capable than Wang Qianqian and more suitable to be her apprentice.
Song Yueying's decision to choose Wang Qianqian as her apprentice instead of her was a mistake.
Song Yueying glanced at Zhang Zhiqing, then looked away at the person lying on the bed. Seeing his striking resemblance to Qi Yanjue, she subtly tugged at the corner of her mouth.
It was indeed him, Qi Yanyun, Qi Yanjue's cousin.
He looked a little pale, but his overall condition was not bad.
Song Yueying was certain that Qi Yanyun's pale complexion was due to fatigue from the long car ride, not illness. She could tell at a glance whether someone was sick or not.
I just don't know if he's faking illness to avoid the double guns like Uncle Song, or if he has some other purpose.
She wouldn't tolerate anyone causing trouble in front of her. Song Yueying smiled meaningfully, "Qianqian, take out the thermometer and take his temperature first."
"Okay," Wang Qianqian replied, placing the medicine box she was carrying on the other side of the communal sleeping area. She opened the box, took out a mercury thermometer, and shook it as she walked.
He walked back to Qi Yanyun, glanced at the thermometer, and then placed it under Qi Yanyun's armpit.
Zhang, the educated youth, moved the only long bench in the room over and invited Song Yueying to sit down. Song Yueying politely said thank you, but remained standing.
They kindly brought over a long bench for her to sit on, but she refused. Zhang, the educated youth, was a little angry that she wasn't appreciative of their kindness.
I think Song Yueying's aloofness shows she doesn't appreciate kindness and doesn't know what's good for her.
If she hadn't wanted to learn medicine from Song Yueying and have more options in the future, she wouldn't have bothered to offer herself up to someone who didn't reciprocate her kindness.
Zhang Zhiqing cursed Song Yueying mercilessly in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face at all.
With a worried look, she asked, "Dr. Song, is Qi Zhiqing's condition very serious? I've heard that being in a coma for a long time can also have an impact on the body."
Is it really true?
"I'm not sure. Let's take his temperature first." Song Yueying frowned. She was lazy and liked peace and quiet, but this Zhang Zhiqing was very noisy.
Even if she ignores her, she can still keep talking in front of her.
Dr. Song finally spoke to her, and Zhang Zhiqing was overjoyed, though she didn't show it on her face. She asked again, "Then... is there anything I can do to help?"
No one dislikes a hardworking person. If she offered to help, Dr. Song would definitely think she was a diligent person.
She's so diligent, she'd be perfect as an apprentice.
To her surprise, Song Yueying shattered all her illusions with a single sentence: "Not for now. You should step aside and cool off. You can't be of any help standing here."
What? Zhang Zhiqing looked at Song Yueying in disbelief.
"Okay, okay." Quickly realizing what was happening, Zhang Zhiqing took a few steps back, his expression somewhat stiff.
After taking her temperature, Wang Qianqian examined the thermometer closely. Frowning, she handed it to Song Yueying, saying, "Teacher, your temperature is normal."
She knew perfectly well that her temperature was fine, so Song Yueying pretended to take the thermometer. She glanced at it casually and handed it back to Wang Qianqian, saying, "Put it away!"
"Okay." Wang Qianqian took the thermometer, turned around and walked a few steps to the medicine box. She opened the medicine box, carefully put the thermometer inside, and closed the lid.
While doing these things, she moved slowly but very seriously, without the slightest sign of being perfunctory.
Wang Qianqian's thinking was simple: she could be slow, but she absolutely could not make a mistake and embarrass Teacher Song.
Zhang, the educated youth, secretly chuckled to himself as he watched Wang Qianqian take so long to put down the thermometer. He kept glancing at Song Yueying, waiting for her to scold Wang Qianqian.
To everyone's surprise, Song Yueying not only didn't scold Wang Qianqian, but instead gave her a very satisfied instruction for her next move, "Qianqian, come over here and carefully observe his expression."
"Okay." Wang Qianqian walked over and did as Song Yueying said, staring carefully at Qi Yanyun's face.
“His complexion is normal,” Wang Qianqian said, stating her observation. “It’s just that he has dark circles under his eyes, which is probably because he didn’t sleep well last night.”
"Eyes...eyes...he's asleep, he can't see."
Zhang, the educated youth, had been waiting for her to say something about Qi, the educated youth's eyes, but instead she replied that Qi was asleep and couldn't see.
The expression on her face was truly indescribable. Zhang Zhiqing thought to himself, "Wang Qianqian is so cunning. She must have said that on purpose, deliberately keeping her and Doctor Song in suspense."
"Sisi, you've been staring at Qi Zhiqing's face for so long, and this is all you've noticed?" Zhang Zhiqing said exaggeratedly, "What you're saying is practically useless!"
"Everyone knows that when Qi first came to the countryside, he spent a long time on the train. How could he possibly sleep well?"
Zhang Zhiqing's merciless and hurtful words made Wang Qianqian frown. She remembered that Zhang Zhiqing wasn't such a harsh person before; why was he speaking so scathingly now?
"Zhang Zhiqing, do you remember what I just said?" Song Yueying asked in a low voice, her gaze lightly falling on Zhang Zhiqing's face.
Zhang Zhiqing was taken aback, and for some reason recalled what Song Yueying had told her to go cool off somewhere else when she refused her help.
She opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself.
"Judging from your expression, you probably remember now." Song Yueying didn't have time to listen to her explanation and said directly, "Since you've remembered, please step aside and don't disturb Qianqian anymore."
Zhang, the educated youth, felt humiliated by Song Yueying, and his face turned pale and then red.
"Qianqian, please continue," Song Yueying said to Wang Qianqian. As for Zhang Zhiqing's expression, it was none of her business.
Wang Qianqian nodded and continued, "He didn't have a fever or any obvious symptoms, yet he remained unconscious. First, it's possible that he had some underlying medical condition."
"Secondly, it might be due to the hot weather and heatstroke."
Actually, Wang Qianqian believed the first possibility more. Because Dr. Song had described the symptoms of heatstroke, and this educated youth, Qi, showed none of them.
“I also think he has heatstroke,” Song Yueying said slowly, looking at Zhang Zhiqing. “Go to the brigade leader and bring him back two bowls of medicinal soup to treat heatstroke.”
"After bringing it back, give him one bowl to drink, and save the other bowl for tonight."
Zhang, the educated youth, did not immediately agree, but bravely raised his question, "I was just observing Qi, and he doesn't seem to have heatstroke!"
“Last year, I personally witnessed someone collapse from heatstroke while working, and the symptoms were nothing like those of Qi Zhiqing.”
Zhang Zhiqing's words were not intended to attack Song Yueying. After all, she still wanted to learn medicine from Song Yueying; her main target was Wang Qianqian.
Wang Qianqian is so stupid and clumsy. She has only just started learning medicine from Song Yueying. It's impossible for her to be able to treat patients so quickly.
Faced with Zhang Zhiqing's questioning, Song Yueying showed no anger whatsoever. Wang Qianqian, however, was furious and directly questioned Zhang Fen, "Zhang Fen, what do you mean?"
"I was just stating my observations, why are you so angry?" Zhang Fen asked instead of answering, finding joy in seeing Wang Qianqian angry.
When asked why she was angry, she replied that it was because Song Yueying had questioned her teacher. Wang Qianqian didn't dare look at Song Yueying, afraid of seeing the teacher's displeasure.
She forced herself to calm down, then snorted coldly, "If you're so good at observing, you should observe him yourself. Why come to ask my teacher for help?"
"We invited Dr. Song, of course, because Dr. Song is the village doctor in our brigade!" Zhang Zhiqing deliberately emphasized the words "village doctor".
This means that Song Yueying was the village doctor in the brigade, and it was her duty to treat villagers' illnesses. The educated youth who came to the countryside to support rural development were also considered villagers.
"You're so observant, why did you invite my teacher here? Are you deliberately messing with us?" Wang Qianqian asked, and before Zhang Zhiqing could answer, she threw out a second question.
"My teacher also said that Qi Zhiqing had heatstroke, but you say it wasn't. Are you doubting my teacher's medical skills and trying to fool you?"
Zhang, the educated youth, panicked. She quickly explained to Song Yueying, "No, I didn't, Dr. Song. I absolutely did not doubt your medical skills, really."
"Please believe me, I really, really have no doubts about your medical skills."
"Your medicinal soup can cure patients with heatstroke with just one bowl, so your medical skills must be excellent."
While explaining, Zhang Zhiqing didn't forget to flatter him.
"Teacher, she's just making excuses. Don't believe her," Wang Qianqian whispered to Song Yueying. Look how eloquent and persuasive Zhang Zhiqing is.
Her teacher was young, and she was afraid that her teacher would be deceived by Zhang Zhiqing's few words.
Wang Qianqian thought she was speaking very softly, but in reality, she wasn't speaking softly at all; Zhang Zhiqing heard her clearly.
“Qianqian, don’t misunderstand, I didn’t mean that.” Zhang Zhiqing glared at Wang Qianqian and explained to Song Yueying, “I just… I’m just interested in studying medicine.”
"That's why...that's why I asked a few more questions. I really didn't mean to doubt Dr. Song's medical skills."
Wang Qianqian glared angrily at Zhang Zhiqing. Her words were truly outrageous; what did she mean by being interested in medicine? She should have just said she wanted to learn medicine with the teacher.
Song Yueying patted Wang Qianqian's shoulder reassuringly. As for Zhang Zhiqing's lack of interest in medicine, that was none of her business. She should leave after the diagnosis. "Qianqian, grab your medicine kit, let's go!"
"Hmm...uh..." At this moment, the man lying on the bed suddenly made a sound, then slowly woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the group of people blankly.
Suddenly, his gaze locked onto Song Yueying's face. He paused, stunned, and then closed his eyes again. He murmured softly, "I must be dreaming."
"Otherwise, how would I have seen Yueying come to see me?"
"She's angry with me, she hasn't forgiven me yet, and she won't come to see me. I must be dreaming, yes, I must be dreaming."
Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the room.
Song Yueying narrowed her eyes, looking at Qi Yanyun dangerously. Wang Qianqian was completely dumbfounded; she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
A glint flashed in Zhang Zhiqing's eyes, and he quickly stepped forward to comfort him, saying, "Qi Zhiqing, you're not dreaming. You're just sick. Doctor Song said you have heatstroke."
"But don't worry, Dr. Song said that drinking two bowls of medicinal soup to treat heatstroke will make you feel better."
Qi Yanyun muttered to herself, looking bewildered, "Am I sick? I don't feel sick at all?"
“Qi Zhiqing, you are indeed sick.” Zhang Zhiqing repeated what he had just said. “Doctor Song examined you and said you just have heatstroke and that you will be fine after drinking two bowls of medicinal soup.”
"Am I really sick?" Qi Yanyun asked Song Yueying.
He stared intently at Song Yueying, his eyes filled with anticipation and deep affection.
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