Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 494 Helping

"I just turned seven, and my first nosebleed was about ten days ago..."

Because of what he had said before, the man answered more fluently this time and added a few details:

For example, blood spots appear on the neck, chest, and legs, and they appeared before the initial nosebleed; or for example, the child is now having a high fever.

After talking about the child's illness, he briefly introduced himself. His surname is Peng, and his given name is An. His family sells tofu and lives next to the market in the south of the city.

On the other side, Shen Jing left the house and asked all the way to the door of the Bai family, "Has Yuan Qing been here?"

The concierge was a little bewildered at first, then said, "A young man named Yuan was here just now."

Shen Jing looked a little unhappy. Yuan Qing didn't have a good relationship with Bai Heng and Bai Liang, so it was naturally impossible for him to come to them early in the morning. He came here only to find Song Ying.

Could it be that Yuan Qing also likes Song Ying?

A thought flashed through his mind, and he asked anxiously: "What is he doing here?"

"I went to see the little doctor, who said I had a stomachache." The doorman answered honestly.

"Stomachache?" Shen Jing was stunned, and his heart was relieved. Fortunately, fortunately, it was not that he liked Song Ying, it was just a stomachache.

But why does my stomach hurt?

He walked inside. The doormen knew him and did not stop him. One of them led the way for him while the other hurried in to pass on the message.

Tongzhi Bai and Zhifu Shen are colleagues. When the younger generation Shen Jing arrived, it was natural that a younger generation of the Bai family would accompany him.

So, the brothers Bai Heng and Bai Liang, who were still sleeping, were pulled out of bed and taken to the flower hall to accompany the guests.

Shen Jing stared at them for a while, frowned, and asked, "Where's Yuan Qing?"

"What Yuan Qing?" Bai Liang was in a bad mood. He was even more irritable after being woken up from his sleep. "Are you sick? Why aren't you sleeping at home so early in the morning? You come to my house to look for Yuan Qing. Do we know him well?"

Shen Jing was confused. "Didn't he come to see Song Ying?"

Bai Heng quickly closed his eyes to dispel the sleepiness, "Alright, both of you stop arguing. Someone, go ask what's going on."

Soon, the doorman was brought in and replied, "Someone came to see the young doctor, saying that his son was vomiting blood. The young doctor and Master Yuan went to his house to see a doctor."

"Where is his home?" Shen Jing asked.

"I don't know." The doorman shook his head, glanced at Shen Jing's unhappy expression, and hurriedly explained, "It was quite urgent at the time, and the man didn't say anything."

Shen Jing took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and asked, "Which way are you going?"

"Southside."

In this situation, asking more questions was pointless. Shen Jing simply stood up and left. When he reached the door, he turned to Bai Liang and said, "I heard that Brother Bai sleeps until noon every day. He got so angry today because I disturbed him. I'm afraid he's reading in his dream."

"You--" Bai Liang was furious. He had failed the county exam, and after that, Dean Lang's attention was all on the students who had passed the exam. He became more and more idle, and later simply went home.

Shen Jing was mocking him.

He was so angry that he jumped up and down, but Shen Jing left after saying this. Bai Liang felt very uncomfortable because he had no outlet to vent his anger.

After leaving Bai Mansion, Shen Jing returned home. He was not sleepy at all. He couldn't take a nap and didn't know what to do. After thinking about it, he simply called the servant and asked him to arrange someone to find Yuan Qing and Song Ying.

The place where the nobles of Shunqing Prefecture lived was also quite far away from the market where the poor people lived. After walking for about quarter of an hour, Song Ying and his party finally arrived at the Peng family.

The door was open. A young woman stood at the doorway, looking around. Seeing them trotting over, she glanced at Song Ying and cautiously asked her husband, "Dad, is this the little miracle doctor?"

Peng An wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "It's the little miracle doctor. How is Huiwa?"

The woman burst into tears: "Little doctor, you are finally here! Please save my son!"

"Don't be anxious, sister. Take me to see the child first." Song Ying walked past her without stopping and went straight into the house.

Seeing this, Tang quickly stopped crying and walked forward to lead the way. "In this room."

After entering the house, Song Ying began to feel the boy's pulse without stopping. Yuan Qing curiously reached out and touched the boy's forehead. As soon as he put his hand on it, he exclaimed: "It's so hot! This is a very high fever!"

Tang's tears welled up again. "It started last night. It wasn't that hot at first. We applied cold water to his skin, but the temperature wouldn't go down. It even kept getting higher and higher."

If the older generation had not used this method to reduce high fever, she would have suspected that this method was wrong and that hot water should actually be used.

"How have your bowel movements been these past two days?"

"There's no poop, but I didn't notice any urine."

"Please help pry his mouth open. I want to see his tongue..."

It was the first time that Yuan Qing saw Song Ying diagnosing a patient. She was methodical and calm, and even her expression and tone of voice were completely different from her usual self, which made people feel at ease and convinced.

Soon, Song Ying determined the cause of the disease. "He has heat poison entering the blood, and the heat is forcing the blood to flow, causing vomiting and epistaxis."

Mr. and Mrs. Peng An looked confused and didn't understand.

"I'll prescribe the medicine first."

They understood what he said, and Peng An turned around and was about to leave. "There's no pen and paper at home. I'll go borrow some."

Song Ying's calm expression made him feel much more at ease. He felt that this was not a serious illness. At this time, he felt a little embarrassed and explained, "There has never been a scholar in our family for generations. We don't have paper and pen."

Tang stopped him and said, "No need to go. I've already borrowed it and put it in the main room. I'll go get it right away."

As she walked out, she muttered, "After you left this morning, I thought the doctor would need to write a prescription, so I took the time to borrow it from Aunt Wang."

Seeing that the room was cluttered with things and lacked a clean surface, Yuan Qing said, "Go out and write a prescription. It's hard to keep paper and ink here."

Peng An and his wife only then thought of this problem. They glanced at the messy house and felt embarrassed. "I've been so focused on the children these past two days that I didn't clean up. I'm sorry to bother you."

Song Ying waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing.

When they arrived at the main hall, Yuan Qing picked up the ink stick and asked Peng An to bring some water to help Song Ying grind the ink.

He was used to grinding ink, but Song Ying dipped the ink in writing before he could grind it to the right thickness.

She subconsciously wrote a few flamboyant strokes, then remembered that she couldn't go to Huichuntang to get the medicine, as people in other pharmacies wouldn't be able to recognize her scribbles. She quickly cut it off and started writing neatly again in official script.

Seeing her first few scribbles, Yuan Qing was stunned. Wasn’t she practicing official script? What the hell was this?

Her handwriting used to be quite decent, how come it's so bad? Are the annotations she makes in the book not just scribbles?

When she paused and began to write neat official script, his brows relaxed and he said, "Well, you've been practicing calligraphy for so long, it's not possible that you're getting worse the more you practice."

He couldn't help but admire Song Ying's calligraphy. The beginning of the stroke was thick and powerful with a hidden tip of the silkworm, while the end of the stroke was elegant with a goose tail. The twists and turns showed the force of the stroke going from reverse to flat, which showed that he had quite some skill!

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have liked to praise it.