The first thing Zi'an asked when he woke up was, "Where's Old Seven?"
Qin Zhou quickly said: "Don't worry, he is not dead."
Zi'an breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Although he is not dead, he is not living well either. He hasn't woken up yet." A Jing said honestly.
Zi'an's heart, which had just been at ease, was lifted up again. His eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.
Qin Zhou angrily shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about? Please ask the doctor to write a prescription and you go and boil the medicine yourself."
A Jing felt very aggrieved, but he did not dare to disobey Qin Zhou's order, so he led Wu Yanzu downstairs.
As they walked out of the door, Wu Yanzu asked, "You just mentioned a reward, how much is it?"
"If the lady gets better, I'll give you 10 or 8 taels of silver. If you can cure the master, I'll give you double the amount."
Wu Yanzu was overjoyed, "Really?"
Ten or eight taels, how many cases does he have to see? People from government families are always generous.
With silver as an encouragement, Wu Yanzu focused all his attention on Murong Jie's injuries after prescribing medicine for Zi'an, hoping to earn an extra ten or eight taels of silver.
This could not be blamed on Wu Yanzu. Nowadays, the monthly salary of a well-respected maid was only seven or eight cents of silver. He went from street to street, treating people. To cure a disease, not counting the cost of medicine, he would only get about fifty cents. To give fifty cents was considered generous. To be stingy or poor, to give twenty cents was enough to buy ten buns.
Barefoot doctors are different from doctors who run clinics. Their income is very meager, not even one-tenth of other doctors'.
Therefore, if poor people got sick, they did not have the money to see a doctor. At most, they would ask a barefoot doctor to treat them.
Barefoot doctors who have just entered the profession may not necessarily have superb medical skills, but they have more clinical experience than doctors in clinics. To a certain extent, their medical skills are even better than those of doctors in clinics.
Although Zi'an woke up, she was still in poor spirits. Qin Zhou didn't say much and just explained everything to her.
He saw her on the official road and saved her. Then Ajing led people to the Dragon King Temple. When they arrived at the Dragon King Temple, except for Murong Jie's brothers, all the others were burned to death.
After Nan Huai Wang brought him back, he asked a doctor to treat him. He did not die but woke up. Now he is being given medicine and imprisoned.
As for Murong Jie, he has not woken up yet. The doctors who came and went all said that they could not cure him. However, this barefoot doctor Wu Yanzu said that he had some hope of curing him.
In fact, Wu Yanzu never said how confident he was, but Qin Zhou said that on purpose to reassure Zi'an.
After hearing what Qin Zhou said, Zi'an said he wanted to go see Murong Jie.
Qin Zhou persuaded him, "Your injuries are very serious and you can't move for the time being. Even if you meet him, what can you do?"
Zi'an said anxiously: "Don't forget that I am also a doctor."
Qin Zhou thought about it and said, "You lie down first. I'll ask someone to prepare and carry you over."
When the prefect heard that Zi'an had woken up, he felt relieved. At least the female thief would not force him to see a doctor anymore.
He counted on his fingers and realized that the people from Zhaozhou Guard Camp would soon arrive.
Since the reinforcements were sent out, he spoke to Qin Zhou in a tougher tone.
However, he also secretly suspected that these thieves only hijacked the government office and did not go out to burn, kill and loot.
However, hijacking the government office is a heinous crime, it is an act of going against the court and being a traitor.
Qin Zhou ordered him to prepare the sedan chair. Although he was a little tough, he did not dare to disobey Qin Zhou.
The two men carried Zi'an over, it was only a few steps away, but Zi'an was unable to walk, even to the door, so he had to be carried over.
Qin Zhou entered the room first and lifted the curtain to let Zi'an in.
Zi'an saw Murong Jie lying on the bed at a glance, looking lifeless. Before she got close, she felt a sense of decadence spreading.
She is a military doctor and has treated mostly injured people in the past. Over time, she has developed a keen intuition and can feel it when it comes to seriously injured patients.
Qin Zhou helped Zi An down. She sat beside the bed and looked at Murong Jie's pale face without a trace of blood. His stubble had grown, and his chin and above his lips were covered with blue. He looked indescribably haggard and weathered.
His breathing was very weak. Zi'an took his pulse and it was also very weak, almost inaudible.
His injuries are serious.
Wu Yanzu was also there, and thought Zi'an came to see him, but he didn't expect him to take his pulse, so he asked, "Madam, do you also know medicine?"
"Yes!" Zi'an looked up at him and nodded. "You are the doctor who saved me, right? I haven't thanked you yet."
"No need to thank me. As a doctor, it's my job." Wu Yanzu said embarrassedly. This lady was too polite. She didn't have the coldness and arrogance of an official's wife at all.
Zi'an undressed Murong Jie and looked at his wounds. When she saw the sword wound on his chest, she couldn't help but take a breath and tears fell.
"Do you have a needle?" she asked Wu Yanzu.
I just heard Qin Zhou say that this doctor knows acupuncture, so he must carry a needle bag with him.
"Yes, you can?" Wu Yanzu asked.
“I know a thing or two!”
Wu Yanzu took out the needle bag and hesitated for a moment, "This gentleman's injury is very serious, it is not easy to give him acupuncture casually, please use it with discretion."
Qin Zhou took his needle bag and handed it to Zi'an, and asked about Murong Jie's injury, "How is it?"
Seeing Zi'an in pain, she felt bad too and hoped that Murong Jie was okay.
He took out a handkerchief and wiped away Zi'an's tears.
Zi'an lowered his head, hiding the sadness in his eyes, "I'll give him acupuncture first, and then prescribe some medicine for him to drink."
Wu Yanzu was slightly surprised. Did she really know acupuncture
Seeing that Zi'an was more skilled in acupuncture selection and acupuncture than himself, he became a little worried that he would not be able to earn the consultation fee from this gentleman.
After stimulating the acupuncture points with needles, Zi'an wrote a prescription and handed it to Qin Zhou, "Please ask someone to get the medicine for me, two doses a day, and take this prescription for three days."
"Okay!" Qin Zhou took it and handed it to the prefect, "Did you hear what to do?"
The prefect took the prescription with an annoyed look on his face. After all, he was an official appointed by the court, but he was being pointed at and criticized like a slave.
He wanted to retort, but seeing that Qin Zhou's eyes had turned cold, he had no choice but to lower his head and walk out dejectedly.
As soon as he went out, he saw the yamen runners coming quickly, "Sir!"
The prefect glanced over coldly, "What's the matter?"
"People from Zhaozhou have arrived." The bailiff said in a low voice.
The prefect was ecstatic, "Really?"
"It's absolutely true. We have arrived in Qingzhou and are heading to the government office now," said the bailiff.
The prefect threw the prescription to the ground fiercely, "Great, you came just in time, let's see how arrogant these bandits are!"
He raised his hand and said, "Let's go and meet them."
Zi'an sat beside Murong Jie's bed and was unwilling to go back.
Qin Zhou said worriedly: "You are also injured, how can you sit here? Go back and rest."
Zi'an's nose was blocked, and he said in a nasal voice: "I can't settle down if I go back, so I might as well stay here with him. Qin Zhou, I'm fine, I know my own body."
Qin Zhou knew that they had a deep love for each other, and he would be worried even if he asked her to go back, so it would be better for her to stay here.
After thinking for a while, she said, "How about this, I'll ask someone to put an extra bed in the room, and you can stay in this room too."
"Thank you!" Zian said gratefully.
Qin Zhou stood up and said, "Don't say these polite words anymore."
(End of this chapter)