After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Chapter 1006 Difficulties

The problem isn't acupuncture; it's that a young girl righteously declared she wouldn't take advantage of a man... How strange!

Fang Nanzhi didn't have time to think about all that; it seemed that the Wuwei Camp people had come in batches.

After all, we can't let daily training interfere with it.

Even so, the doctors are quite busy.

These soldiers looked young and strong, but they had quite a few hidden physical ailments.

Fang Nanzhi saw a patient, a 40-year-old man named Yang San.

He was conscripted into the army at the age of fifteen. He has been in the army for many years and has suffered many injuries, big and small, but he is still alive, so he considers himself quite lucky.

"When it's windy and rainy, those old injuries ache. Dr. Fang, do you have any painkillers?"

Fang Nanzhi led him into the shed as well.

Yang San took off his outer clothes, revealing three wounds.

There was an arrow wound on my shoulder; the arrowhead was dug out, so the area was dented, and the flesh didn't come back in.

There was a long knife wound on his back. It is said that the knife got stuck when it hit the bone and could not go any further.

Further down, there were also knife wounds, relatively shallow, but the other person's knife was not clean, and the wounds took a long time to heal.

After examining everything, Fang Nanzhi made her judgment.

She wrote out a prescription: "Uncle Yang, come find me this afternoon after you've picked up the herbs. These need to be made into an ointment for application, not for internal use."

"You can try applying heat to your face sometimes. Do you have a hot water bottle at home?"

"Yes, yes," Yang San hurriedly said, "Thank you, Doctor Fang."

Actually, he just came to give it a try. Many brothers in the camp were in similar situations.

In Dr. Zhu's words, just bear with it and it will pass. A grown man shouldn't be afraid of this little bit of pain.

Unexpectedly, the young doctor actually had a solution; it seems Zhu Jun's medical skills are still lacking.

Speak of the devil, and he appears; Dr. Zhu wandered in without anyone noticing.

I glanced at the prescription but didn't dare to look at it closely.

"Dr. Fang, are you making a medicated ointment? That's hard work, do you need my help?"

Doctor Zhu brazenly spoke up.

He also knew that the ointment formula was someone else's secret recipe, and his peers couldn't easily learn it.

But he wanted to give it a try, even just to learn a little bit, so that he could improve his medical skills.

Fang Nanzhi thought for a moment and then agreed, "Then I'll trouble you."

Making ointments is quite tiring, and Dr. Zhu is rather idle, cough cough, no one seeks him out for consultations.

Those illnesses were beyond the expertise of Dr. Zhu, since military doctors are primarily skilled in treating external injuries.

I can only set bones and stitch wounds, nothing else.

In this way, Dr. Zhu successfully earned the qualification to be an assistant, and Anmei had many of her tasks taken away from him.

Busy until noon, the deputy general ordered someone to deliver lunch to the doctors.

The food they ate was, of course, the same as what the soldiers ate, all prepared by the cooks.

Each person gets a bowl of potato and cabbage stew, along with two steamed buns made from three different types of dough.

The taste was so-so, but at least it was hot.

Fang Nanzhi finished eating quickly, while the other doctors were chewing their steamed buns with some difficulty. Such coarse grains were a bit hard on their throats.

Although they were doctors, their family was well-off; they ate white flour buns and rice every day, and coarse grains were a first for them.

Fang Nanzhi, on the other hand, had eaten bran buns that choked her since she was a child, so she didn't think it was a problem at all.

She looked at them sympathetically and suggested, "How about dipping them in the vegetable soup? That will make them a little softer."

Xing Yun tried it; although it was a bit salty, at least she could eat it smoothly.

"Thank you very much, Dr. Fang."

Fang Nanzhi waved her hand and went back to continue seeing patients.

On the first day of the free clinic, Fang Nanzhi was so busy that her back ached from sitting for so long that she had to shake her arms and twist her neck to move her body.

Xing Yun and the others followed suit.

Although the action was a bit unseemly, when you're in the military, there's no need to be so particular.

Well, after only one day, the doctors have already learned about the roughness of the Wuwei Camp.

When Fang Nanzhi saw this, she simply taught them a simple gymnastics exercise.

Her brother learned it from the system.

Her brother often hunched over his books, and to avoid neck and back problems in the future, he learned gymnastics.

So when General Wei finally finished his work and came over, he saw the doctors making strange movements together.

After observing for a while, he stepped forward and said, "I hope you doctors will be kind enough to have a simple meal today. If you don't mind, I would like to invite you all to have a meal."

Fang Nanzhi wanted to go home to eat; she wanted to eat lunch at noon so she wouldn't be hungry.

But Xing Yun had already taken the lead in agreeing.

They were to stay in the Wuwei Camp for a month and have necessary interactions with General Wei.

Moreover, General Wei's appearance at this moment doesn't seem to be just a simple invitation to dinner.

Was it just a casual meal, or was it really?

It was still prepared by the Wuwei Camp's kitchen, but this time, since it was said to be a treat, the food was prepared separately.

I cooked a few dishes, some meat and some vegetables, and they looked decent.

General Wei was strict in his military discipline; since there was no wine in the army, they simply used soup instead.

After several rounds of wine and soup, General Wei finally got down to business.

"Doctors, are you facing any difficulties with today's free clinic?"

The doctors looked at each other, and finally looked at Xing Yun together.

Xing Yun pondered for a moment. Judging from his interactions with General Wei today, he could see that the other party was capable and efficient, so there was no need for polite formalities or evasions.

"General Wei, where do you plan to store the herbs that arrived today?"

General Wei smiled with satisfaction. Doctor Xing truly lived up to his reputation as a member of the Xing family; he had a methodical approach.

"What does Doctor Xing think?"

He didn't know anything about preserving herbs.

"It would be best to have a clean tent for separate storage."

"Regarding the medicine dispensing, we can arrange for our people to go, but General Wei needs to send someone to keep records."

When it comes to getting medicine, it's easy to make a mistake if you're not an expert.

Apart from Fang Nanzhi, the assistants brought by the doctors were all young apprentices raised by their respective families.

Getting the medicine shouldn't be a problem.

General Wei was a sensible man: "Then we'll have to trouble Doctor Xing. I'll arrange some clever people from the army to assist you."

He didn't want to let any more outsiders into the military camp.

With Xing Yun taking the lead, the other doctors also began to express their difficulties.

"General, could we build another shed specifically for acupuncture and massage?"

“We selected a few skilled fire-starters from the army to help us boil water and decoct medicine.”

"Could we set up a separate consultation room?"

General Wei was willing to help with some of the "difficulties," but he politely declined to help with others.

For example, setting up so many tents for a separate clinic requires manpower and resources, which is quite a hassle.

As for the cold weather outside, just wear a thicker cotton coat and bear with it.

The doctors also knew that this free clinic was not easy and had a different significance, so they did not insist on anything.

Therefore, overall, they had a pleasant conversation.

Having resolved the doctors' "difficulties," General Wei feigned distress as he recounted his own predicament.

"The first batch of herbs has arrived. I wonder if the variety is complete?"

"What kind of herbs should we buy for this second batch?"

The first batch of medicinal herbs was obtained through donations from people, based on the list in Physician Xing's memorial to the throne.

The second batch was purchased by the Imperial Medical Academy. General Wei, though seemingly rough, was actually quite shrewd. He didn't decide directly what to buy, preferring to base his decision on the actual situation.

The doctors thought about it and realized that this was something they needed to take seriously.

"General, may we have some time to discuss this and give you an answer tomorrow?"

Xing Yun said politely.

"Of course," General Wei said with satisfaction.

So the doctors discussed the herbs while eating.

After they finished eating, Xing Yun asked them to go back tonight and make a list of any herbs they thought they might need, so he could check the list when he had time tomorrow.

In this way, General Wei exchanged a meal for the doctors working for him through the night.

He was in a good mood and thought the imperial court's free medical clinic in the military camp was quite good.

Fang Nanzhi and her group entered the city gate just in time; the gate closed as soon as the carriage went in.

When she got home, she barely exchanged a few words with her family before going to her room to rest.

Yu Huan prepared a hot bath for her, and she relaxed completely in the wooden tub, almost falling asleep.

It was Yu Huan who woke her up and dried her hair, which made Fang Nanzhi perk up a little.

She yawned and had someone bring her pen and ink.

I'm pondering the matter of the herb list.

Yu Huan felt heartbroken; her mistress was working too hard.

There was a commotion outside; it was Zheng Wanru who knew she was back and had sent a maid to bring her some sweet soup.

Fang Nanzhi accepted the gift, then yawned, "It's too late, I won't bother Wanru anymore, I'll go see her tomorrow."

The maidservant smiled and agreed.

After eating the sweet soup, Fang Nanzhi felt a little more energetic, but not much. She fought off her sleepiness, wrote down the list, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

That night, Qian Fengping came over quietly and, seeing that she was sleeping soundly, pulled the blanket up for her.

He then spoke with Anmei for a while.

I'm relieved to know that my daughter wasn't bullied during the volunteer medical service.

There was no way around it; my daughter was too young, and she was going to a military camp, a place full of men. How could a mother not feel at ease?

The next morning, Fang Nanzhi ate beef noodles made by her mother and also received two purses.

One bag contains dried meat, and the other contains snacks.

Qian Fengping already knew that her daughter was not eating well at the Wuwei Camp.

But after thinking about it, she decided not to bring a lunchbox for her daughter.

With so many doctors, it's not good that only Zhizhi eats special food; it makes her seem spoiled and unsociable.

If you can't bring a food container, just supplement with small snacks.

Her daughter is still young and growing; how can she get nutrition from eating only cabbage every meal?

Fang Nanzhi was deeply moved and hugged her mother affectionately.

"Mom, you are so good, I love you the most."

Fang Tong coughed twice: "Oh dear, all that honey water I prepared was for nothing..."

He knew that his daughter was constantly talking during her doctor's appointments, and her throat was hoarse when she came home last night.

"Father, how are you?"

Fang Nanzhi stood up and said.

Qin Yan, who was eating noodles, slowly put down his chopsticks.

"Father, Mother, I want one too."

After returning to the village for the Spring Festival, Qin Yan has changed somewhat, and occasionally he will directly ask for his parents' attention.

He was more confident than before.

His mother is his own, and his father loves him too, so why can't he?

He used to think that his father loved Zhizhi like his own life, and since Zhizhi was cute and kind, it was only natural that his mother would like her too.

Unlike him, he doesn't know how to please people.

Now, Qin Yan is beginning to accept himself.

“You don’t like drinks that are too sweet, so Dad had someone make you some plum water.”

Fang Tong had made arrangements long ago.

Qian Fengping also had someone pack a box of snacks for him to take to the Imperial College to share with his classmates.

She was a little worried: "Son, don't be too arrogant at school, and try your best to get along with others."

She wasn't making things up.

After the Lantern Festival, the Imperial College held an additional exam, and the rather difficult test paper stumped many students.

In particular, later the teachers reprimanded them, saying that they were not as well-versed in their studies as Qin Yan.

This has really stirred up a lot of hatred.

Unlike the students of the academy, who dared not speak out against their anger.

The students of the Imperial Academy were all the pride of heaven, and they could not swallow this insult.

So Qin Yan got into a fight.

They were blocked outside the Imperial College.

At the time, Wang Gongping and the Crown Prince were also present, and the two sides ended up in a brawl. Neither side suffered a significant loss, so the situation didn't escalate.

After that incident, Qin Yan was ambushed twice more by other people. Qin Yan's hunting training was not in vain, and he did not suffer any losses.

Both sides acted with restraint.

But when he came back after the fight, wearing dirty clothes, how could Qian Fengping not notice?

Knowing that those students were just angry for a moment, my son didn't want to make a big fuss.

Well, they fight each other in private, but it usually ends after one or two times. Who knows, they might even become friends after the fight.

But if we tell the Imperial Academy, we'll make enemies, which is unnecessary.

Qin Yan felt that their malice was not great, and that it was more of a momentary anger.

Fang Tong also privately taught him some fighting techniques, including but not limited to, gouging out someone's eyes, grabbing their groin, stepping on their toes, pulling their hair, and tickling their skin...

It's a bit undignified, so Qin Yan decided to avoid using it unless absolutely necessary.

Fang Yin rolled up his sleeves, wanting to help his nephew fight; he had done this before.

But Qin Yan refused, saying it would be too much to take his second uncle along.

"I know, Mother. We've arranged to have dinner at a restaurant tonight. We'll most likely be able to make peace." Qin Yan told her not to worry.

Qian Fengping breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Nanzhi arrived at Wuwei Camp in a carriage. As soon as she got off, an aunt rushed over to her.

Fang Nanzhi took a step back in fright. What was going on? This was the entrance to the Wuwei Camp. Was someone trying to harm her again?

Anmei stopped the person. The aunt was holding a rough jar in both hands and looked a little reserved.

"Yes, Dr. Fang? Don't be afraid, my husband is Yang San, I'm here to thank you."

The aunt quickly introduced herself.

Fang Nanzhi realized what was happening and smiled at her.

"Hello, Auntie. Um, what are you thanking me for?"

She prescribed medicine for Uncle Yang, and asked Dr. Zhu to brew the ointment; it won't be ready until today.

In other words, Uncle Yang thanked you before he even started the treatment and before it was effective?

That's really true.

The aunt smiled shyly: "Thank you for being willing to treat my husband. You don't know, for more than ten years, whenever the weather changes, or when it gets cold or hot, my husband's old injuries become uncomfortable, and sometimes the pain keeps him awake at night."

Her aunt's eyes were a little red; as her husband, she felt sorry for her.

But men don't take it seriously.

She dragged the person outside to see a doctor, but Yang San was unwilling, feeling it was a waste of money.

They say that in the military camp, those who have been injured and are old are all like this, nothing serious.

"Auntie, you're too kind. It's what I should do." Fang Nanzhi didn't think much of it; she was just there to provide free medical consultations.

But the aunt was very polite and offered to give her the jar, which contained her pickled salted duck eggs.

The Yang family raised ducks and had a lot of duck eggs. Boiling the duck eggs made them too fishy, ​​so it was a waste to throw them away.

Later, I learned how to make salted duck eggs, and it turned out pretty well.

Fang Nanzhi refused to accept it: "Auntie, there's no need for that. I'm here on orders."

"Dr. Fang, please try some. I made them myself, and they're all oozing yellow juice. I just beg you to take my husband's illness more seriously."

My aunt insisted on giving it to me.

But their motives are far from pure.

Fang Nanzhi had no choice but to reach out and take a salted duck egg, not wanting to put up a stalemate with her.

"Auntie, I'll just try one, to taste your cooking. I can't accept too many; it wouldn't be good if someone saw."

"By the way, there's actually a massage method for Uncle Yang's old injury..." she quickly changed the subject.