SFS Chapter 629 Who wrote this calligraphy?
Chapter 629 Who wrote this calligraphy?
"Except for those who are born evil, who dares not respect ghosts and gods? If they really killed their granddaughters or daughters, they must be scared. Brother Bujiu, you can just find a girl of similar age to play the role of their dead granddaughter or daughter and pretend to be a ghost. When people are frightened, what they say is true."
Jiang Fubao gave a wicked smile.
She hated to see bad guys like this get away with it.
The fact that this woman mustered up the courage to go to the county government office and beat the drum to appeal for justice means that she must be telling the truth, especially since she was covered in wounds. She must have been badly bullied on a daily basis.
The whole village helped the mother and son, and it is very likely that this is how all girls in the village are treated.
I don’t know how many lives were killed.
It's just so abominable.
"Brother Bujiu, remember to pretend to be haunted in front of the villagers who testified for them, and then threaten them, saying that whoever lies will be punished equally, and everyone will flee when disaster strikes. People are selfish. If you say this, they will definitely not protect this mother and son anymore!"
Jiang Fubao added another sentence.
With witnesses, we can invoke the law.
They can't get any good out of it.
"Okay, I'll go find someone to try out the method you mentioned right away. Fubao, I'll come see you another day. Remember to take care of yourself. If anyone wants to cause trouble, send someone to notify me and I'll be there right away."
His troubles were resolved, and Meng Bujiu stood up excitedly.
Then left quickly.
"Miss, please come quickly. The patients have been waiting in line for a quarter of an hour." At the same time, the maid came over with an anxious look on her face and called Jiang Fubao.
"Oh, I forgot about the important matter. I'll come right away." She was so busy chatting with her godfather and brother Bujiu that she forgot she was still "at work".
Jiang Fubao patted his forehead, feeling guilty and annoyed.
When I returned to the front of the clinic, I saw that the waiting area was full of people, with not a single empty seat.
Some of these people come to see a doctor, some come for follow-up examinations, and of course, most of them come to eat medicinal food.
The older disciples sat nearby, taking the patient's pulse, while her younger disciples stood by, listening and learning carefully.
Chen Hongxia, who was standing at the head of the disciples, was writing something in a notebook with a brush.
Shao Siyou walked over quietly and gave her some advice.
"Fifth Senior Brother, are you giving Sixth Senior Sister some special treatment?" a boy about eleven or twelve years old asked mischievously.
He is the tenth among many disciples.
But she is not honest at all.
A pair of cunning eyes, like a surveillance camera, observed the surroundings.
Nothing escapes his eyes.
If he wasn't smart and clever, Jiang Fubao would never have accepted him as his apprentice. This kind of person is more suitable to be a spy.
Lao Shi's voice was neither loud nor soft, and Jiang Fubao, who had just sat down, happened to hear it.
She just turned her head and looked to the left.
Shao Siyou's face turned red, but Chen Hongxia, on the contrary, was very calm.
"I remembered some things wrongly, and I just told you, you bad boy, what nonsense are you talking about?"
After saying that, Chen Hongxia continued writing.
Hu Lushou, who was taking a patient's pulse, had a solemn expression and was oblivious to what was happening around him.
He slowly let go of his hand only after Jiang Fubao finished taking his pulse.
The time it took to take the pulse was more than twice as long as Jiang Fubao's.
"Doctor Hu, what's wrong with me?"
"Little doctor, what's wrong with me?"
Not only are the two women of similar age, but what they say is also similar.
One looked at Hu Lushou and the other looked at Jiang Fubao.
No smile at all.
"It's okay, it's just that the weather is hot and you have a spleen deficiency. You don't need to take medicine. I'll prescribe a recipe for herbal tea for you. Drink a pot of it every day. I guarantee that you will sleep well and eat well in seven days." Hu Lushou said as he quickly wrote a few lines.
"Open your throat so I can see." Jiang Fubao took out a board and put it into the woman's mouth.
He leaned over to look again and again, and finally handed the board to Pan Erya beside him.
"This is a milk moth. Does it hurt to eat?" Jiang Fubao asked her.
"It hurts, of course it hurts. It hurts even when I swallow saliva. My throat is also very hoarse. Ouch, I feel so uncomfortable. Little doctor, please give me some medicine. I can't sleep well. I feel like I can't breathe when I lie down."
The woman pinched her throat with her hands, as if that would make her feel more comfortable.
"Taking medicine alone is useless. If you want to get better quickly, I'll prescribe a medicinal diet recipe for you and also some medicinal powder. Do you want it?" Jiang Fubao picked up the pen, but did not rush to write. Instead, he asked the woman's opinion first.
"Okay, that's all right. I'll do whatever you say, little doctor. Just open the door." The woman nodded repeatedly.
She frowned with every word.
It felt like a knife was cutting my throat.
"Okay." Jiang Fubao wrote quickly on the paper.
Then he gave the prescription to the woman and asked her to go to the counter to pay.
Then the second patient arrived.
The people waiting in line were a little bored, so they stared at Jiang Fubao's new clinic.
"Look, the words on the wall are exactly the same as the signboard, and the handwriting is the same. Who wrote it? The county magistrate or the prefect?"
"I don't know. The handwriting is very beautiful, strong and powerful. I think only someone with great achievements can write such beautiful words."
"It doesn't look like the prefect's. When he was still a juren, I visited him and his handwriting was not like this. As for the county magistrate, I don't know. I have never seen his handwriting."
"You all guessed wrong. This calligraphy was not written by the prefect, nor by the county magistrate, but by..."
The man who learned the truth kept it a secret.
The patient who was eavesdropping on the conversation nearby was so anxious that he scratched his head and face.
But he didn’t dare to ask.
The few people who had just spoken urged.
"Tell me, who wrote it?"
"That's right, why are you keeping me in suspense? Are you trying to drive me crazy? I'm already irritated. Look, my mouth is all rotten. It hurts so much."
"Hurry up and tell me, or I'll beat you to the doctor."
The man shook his head for a while before he slowly spoke: "I heard that when the current emperor was still a prince, his name had the word Jingyuan in it."
As soon as these words came out.
Anyone who heard it was so frightened that their mouth opened wide and they dared not say a word.
Who dares to talk about the emperor?
But there were also some brave ones who came over and asked in a low voice.
"Are you serious? The emperor can give a letter to a small clinic? Why don't I believe it?"
"Hmph, a small clinic? Have you forgotten who cured the plague? Without the little genius doctor, do you know how many people would have died? I heard that the emperor has been to our Lianshan Town. Guess who he came to see? Why did the little genius doctor suddenly renovate the clinic and change its name, and threatened to open clinics all over the Tianling Kingdom?
Think about it again, how much gold and silver treasures did His Majesty reward the little doctor with? Did the Jiang family lack money? No! His Majesty was eager for her to open clinics all over Tianling Country, so that she could cure so many people. The reward money was used to help the little doctor open a clinic and recruit disciples! "