Chapter 507: The Vase of Cannon Fodder in the Machiavellian Story (20)
Zhao Ziyan, who was among the crowd, had her black hair tied up high, like the attire that women now wear when riding horses, exposing her face without makeup to the sun.
Whether she was facing the stinking beggar or the crying child with accumulated abdominal fluid, Zhao Ziyan always looked calm and calm, with a slight smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, as dazzling as an otherworldly snow lotus.
Throughout the street, people coming and going would definitely look where she was.
It was the first time I saw a female doctor at a free clinic. She didn’t pay for treatment and medicine. People in the streets, sick or not, wanted to come and join in the fun.
Behind Zhao Ziyan were two slaves dressed as medicine boys, responsible for taking medicine and administering it to the person holding the diagnosis sheet.
Xiaohe looked very lively at first, but finally felt something was wrong and frowned and looked at Jiang Lai.
"Miss, did she get this medicine for free?"
Because there is no procedure to collect money at all, it is obviously given away for free.
Xiaohe couldn't help but murmur.
"How can she, a medical woman in the hospital, get the money to buy so many medicines and give them to these people for free?"
Seeing that there were more and more people queuing up, the street was already filled with water. A large crowd surrounded Zhao Ziyan, and there were people fighting behind her because of the order of standing in line. Seeing that it was a mess, Zhao Ziyan in the center of the crowd was nowhere to be seen. Knowing what you know, continue to diagnose the person in front of you calmly and peacefully.
"As a resident who just graduated from medical school, can she really accurately detect the symptoms of these patients without relying on instruments?"
After all, most modern medical students study Western medicine. How can traditional Chinese medicine be able to make a rough diagnosis based on the patient's description? In the end, sophisticated and advanced instruments are still needed to make the final diagnosis.
Little Pudding watched her consult several times and frowned.
"Good guy, no matter what the disease is, we should always reduce inflammation and eliminate internal heat. Tsk, tsk, tsk, but that's right. It's safer than taking the wrong medicine to kill someone."
Jiang Lai sat steadily and continued drinking tea.
Finally, when the scene below became uncontrollable, Zhao Ziyan, who had been sitting as steady as a mountain, stood up and said to the crowd.
"The free clinic ends here today."
"Dr. Zhao, when will you come back next time?"
Zhao Ziyan smiled and nodded.
"I will come here in the middle and late days of every month to provide free clinics for everyone, without charging a penny."
"You still don't charge a penny for the medicine?!"
This is what everyone cares about most.
Zhao Ziyan still nodded, smiling gently.
"Free clinics and free clinics, of course we won't charge half a penny."
"Doctor Zhao is really a reincarnated goddess! She has superb medical skills!"
"Doctor Zhao, you will definitely live a long life. Although you are young, you have excellent medical skills! I admire you!"
Of course, people who took the medicine for free would not be stingy with their kind words. As time went by, the name of Zhao Ziyan, the genius doctor at Zhuangyuan Street, spread.
There were dignitaries living not far away, and women and servants would remember these names in their hearts when they went shopping for groceries. If they passed them on when they returned, they would soon reach their master's ears.
Seeing that Zhao Ziyan did not leave even after closing the stall, she continued to walk on the street.
The vendors along the road were extremely respectful to her, and they all spoke of Dr. Zhao diligently and sincerely.
People in ancient times were honest, and Zhao Ziyan's behavior of giving medicine for free was unprecedented. Everyone was even more curious about her origins. It was said that she was a wealthy lady from a family of miraculous doctors. She had a lot of wealth but a heart of a Buddha. She had excellent medical skills and was neither humble nor arrogant. People admire and admire him.
"These ancient people are simply more outrageous than modern entertainment journalists. They have spread the news that Zhao Ziyan has become the rich daughter of a family of miraculous doctors. Zhao Ziyan really has a way of dealing with public opinion."
It was obvious that the body she traveled through time was just that of an ordinary little palace maid, but now she directly gained the title of a noble.
Little Pudding sighed, seeing that Jiang Lai had not responded at all. Instead, he was staring at the bottom of the teahouse, as if he was waiting for something with relish.
"Look, who's coming."
When Little Pudding heard this, he quickly looked over. Zhao Ziyan was still wandering around a stall, but there was a man wearing a black robe with a silver belt around his waist. Looking at his figure, he looked like he was practicing martial arts.
"Who is this?"
"You should ask who is the master behind him."
Jiang Lai took a sip of tea, looked at the bitter tea soup at the end, frowned and pushed the cup out.
"Master...oh, I understand, so Zhao Ziyan's charity work at the free clinic is all a gimmick. Her real purpose is to attract dignitaries on this street!"
Little Pudding's mind worked very quickly, and after combining it with the plot, he immediately understood everything.
"I know! There is a connection between the heroine and the villain Chu Yunci because the heroine cured Chu Yunci's leg, so... the master behind this person must be Chu Yunci, right?"
Jiang Lai nodded and held up his chin as he watched Zhao Ziyan follow him to the carriage on the corner.
"Zhao Ziyan relies on Chu Yunxuan, and through his mouth, she knows everything about the people living on this street. She knows who needs a doctor and who is desperate and needs a doctor."
The most urgent one among them is Chu Yunci.
His biggest difficulty is that his legs are disabled. If there is a chance to be cured, even if he can stand up, he will have a chance to inherit the throne.
As soon as he heard that there was a miracle doctor on the street, he naturally wanted to try it out.
Little Pudding was a little worried.
"Then what should we do now? The heroine has cured the villain. If the villain also falls in love with the heroine, your flattery skills will probably be of no use."
Jiang Lai took his time.
"Don't worry, his leg won't be cured in a day or two."
In the original plot, the villain finally stood up and became the biggest obstacle and danger to the development of the male and female protagonists.
As for why he stood up, it must have something to do with the heroine.
"I have seen Chu Yunci's legs, but they are not something that Zhao Ziyan's level can heal."
There were not many miraculous doctors in ancient times, but it was not difficult for the royal family to recruit them all.
How could the heroine, an ordinary modern intern doctor, be able to cure a leg that so many miracle doctors couldn't cure?
The plot did not introduce how she was cured. In short, it described her going in and out of the palace every day, and finally Chu Yunci stood up.
Jiang Lai was also guessing.
If it was Zhao Ziyan who cured her, then she must have gotten some opportunities in the process.
After all, the heroine is said to have incredible luck and amazing learning talent. It is not impossible for her to meet a truly capable miracle doctor and learn a set of unique skills in a short period of time.
"Let's take another look."
Anyway, now she has to go back and settle accounts.
After returning home, Jiang Lai went straight to the small wing. The wing was locked and the key was in Xiao He's hand.
"Open."
The old housekeeper followed behind, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He was sweating profusely and tried to persuade him. He couldn't stand Jiang Lai and blocked the door. He didn't dare to do anything casually. (End of chapter)