Xia Qianqian doesn’t care at all about outside discussions.

After class, she went to the "Jiafa" shop at the door to help, had lunch with her mother and the others, and skipped class in the afternoon to go back and prepare everything for the opening of hot and sour noodles.

Unexpectedly, before she could leave, Mo Yan grabbed her.

"Xia Xuezi, wait a minute. I heard that you spoke well and recited good words. I went to look for Mr. Yu, but couldn't find it. Come here and recite it to me again, so that I can also write it down and understand it!"

The ancient people's love for poetry and poetry was no less than that of modern young people's pursuit of drama.

Xia Qianqian had no choice but to go to the ear room and read it specifically to Mo Yan.

Although Mo Yan is responsible for security at the entrance and other issues, he is equivalent to a modern security guard.

However, his thirst for knowledge far exceeds that of the average gentleman.

He not only excerpted the poems, but also specially translated the meanings, and asked Xia Qianqian one by one about their meanings.

Regarding some rhyming parts in the poems, I even asked her for advice.

Xia Qianqian likes people who are knowledgeable and in-depth.

Because for those who study medicine, the most valuable thing is to carefully analyze and study the patient's condition, and not to miss any detail.

The two communicated for a while, and Mo Yan admired Xia Qianqian's knowledge even more.

He couldn't help but praise: "Xia Xia, in fact, with your knowledge, you are indeed wronged by studying in our Zhuxian Academy."

"Sir, you are so complimentary." Xia Qianqian said politely: "I know only a little about some things and have not studied them in depth. I should discuss them with the gentlemen."

The two boasted to each other for a while.

At the gate, Geng Zhong hurried over. When he saw her, he seemed to have seen a savior, "Miss Xia, I have something important to discuss with you."

"Then go ahead." Mo Yan winked at Xia Qianqian.

Geng Zhong is Mo Yu's bodyguard. He knows the relationship between Xia Qianqian and Mo Yu, so for a moment, he must have thought that Mo Yu was looking for her.

Now that the matter between the two of them had been discussed, she was not shy and said generously, "Sir, I'll go first."

Xia Qianqian turned around, walked down the steps, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's the young master."

"He Hongfei?" Xia Qianqian was slightly surprised, "What's wrong with him?"

"Young master, he has been training ruthlessly, but as a result, he lost all his strength and suddenly passed out."

"Isn't Mr. Liu here? He fainted during training. Mr. Liu should be able to handle such a simple illness."

Geng Zhong looked embarrassed, "Mr. Liu can handle it, but the young master in a coma keeps calling your name."

"Let's go back!"

The two got on the carriage and drove away quickly, returning to Mo Mansion.

On the bed in the wing room on the second floor, a thin young man lay weakly, his eyes closed, his face flushed, his lips pressed into a line, and the skin on his dry lips was cracked and wrinkled.

When Xia Qianqian stepped in, Ji Zimo was sitting in front of the bed, looking deeply at the young man on the bed.

Hearing the movement at the door, he turned around with complicated eyes, "You're back."

"Oh!" Xia Qianqian responded, "I heard that he fainted from exhaustion."

"Well!" Ji Zimo said in a low tone, "Keep practicing, keep practicing, from morning to night. During this period, he only eats one meal and drinks a few sips of water. He is doing rehabilitation training at the risk of his life."

Xia Qianqian stepped forward quickly, came to the bed, put her hand on his pulse, checked it carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief, "The weather is too hot, he has overtrained, he has heat stroke, and he also has a high fever."
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However, his heat stroke is quite serious, and if he delays for a while, he may develop into heat stroke.

"Replenish the water that needs to be replenished, replenish the decoction that needs to clear away heat and detoxify, boil and drink it all."

At the door, Mr. Liu said: "The soup is ready, but he is unconscious and refuses to drink it."

Just as he was talking, the unconscious man suddenly muttered in his sleep, "Jade-faced Immortal Lord, Jade-faced Immortal Lord."

Xia Qianqian suddenly had black lines on her head.

This is what Geng Zhong said about her name.

Cuiyu is announcing to everyone that she is the Jade-faced Immortal Lord.

She looked over with puzzled eyes. Unexpectedly, he stared at her, and then his eyes fell on the person on the bed.

Xia Qianqian followed his gaze and her eyes fell on He Hongfei.

"Xia Qianqian, Xia Qianqian, Xia Qianqian..."

Really, he started calling her name again.

Geng Zhong, who had been standing still, complained dissatisfiedly: "Miss Xia is the young master's savior. It is understandable that he misses her. Who is the Jade-faced Immortal? Why do you still miss him so much?"

Xia Qianqian swallowed dryly and looked at Ji Zimo carefully.

"This..."

She didn't know how to speak, but Mr. Liu on the side came to her rescue and said: "Girl, I can't feed him the medicine. Why don't you give him a gastric tube?"

Mr. Liu was a little eager to try, "At that time, we will send the decoction into his stomach through the tube to help reduce his fever."

Lower gastric tube?

This method is not impossible.

However, if you put a gastric tube into a patient with heat stroke and fever, this is not an indication.

"I'm afraid I can't!" She refused.

Mr. Liu was a little anxious, "What should I do? I can't feed the soup and medicine, and the high fever won't go away. The situation is critical!"

In fact, there are better ways to deal with this kind of patients.

"Or, you go out first and I'll think of a way." Xia Qianqian looked at Ji Zimo and asked in a low voice.

When Mr. Liu heard this, his eyes shone, "Girl, do you have a better way? Come on, I'll help you, I'll help you..."

Xia Qianqian shook her head silently, "You...I'm afraid you can't help me?"

"Why?" Mr. Liu was a little anxious, "I have read most of that "Surgery", I can help you."

"Actually..." Xia Qianqian said sheepishly: "If you want to help me, you need to read a book called "Nursing."

She wants to give him an intramuscular injection of antipyretic medicine.

This method of reducing fever is the simplest and safest.

This nursing technique is the most common in modern times.

But in ancient times, a room full of stubborn old men wouldn't let her do it.

Therefore, she plans to hide it from everyone.

"Then give me "Nursing" and I will read it carefully."

"Looking now, it's too late."

"But I..."

As the two exchanged words, Ji Zimo said coldly: "You all get out."

Mr. Liu wanted to say something else, but finally shut up, and both he and Geng Zhong retreated out the door.

Geng Zhong did his duty and closed the door considerately.

Xia Qianqian looked at Ji Zimo who was motionless and said, "It seems that you need to go out too."

"Let me help you!"

"This is even worse!"

If Cuiyu saw her taking off other men's pants, wouldn't he have to tear her apart with his hands?

"What's wrong!"

He said seriously: "Are you going to take the wrong approach again?"

"Yes, is it a bit biased?" Xia Qianqian said, feeling a little unsure.

"How biased?"
Chapter completed!