When Qiu Xiaoyue arrived in the kitchen, Zhang Xing was praising his apprentice with his colleagues for how brilliant he was.

"Thanks to the mask Qiu Qingyun gave me, my nose hasn't been so comfortable for a long time. And my son, with the mask she gave, his nose is no longer itchy. ”

"Master Zhang, I'm here." Qiu Xiaoyue knocked on the open door and greeted Zhang Xing happily

Zhang Xing saw Qiu Xiaoyue coming, gave her his chair, turned around and pulled another chair.

"Why didn't Xiao Langjun go to class today, and came here?"

"The teacher is so boring in class, why don't I come and chat with you."

This is indeed the truth.

Although Qiu Xiaoyue did come to Jiangzhou Medical Department to study medicine, this classmate and teacher made her too bad, and it was better to come in the kitchen.

Zhang Xing is very satisfied with this apprentice, on the one hand, because he learns cooking quickly, and on the other hand, because his method of treating people is novel and useful.

He still remembered how Qiu Qingyun mobilized everyone's emotions in the prescription competition at that time, it was really amazing.

Thinking about it, he began to talk to his colleagues about how powerful Qiu Qingyun was.

Qiu Xiaoyue was a little embarrassed, she pulled Zhang Xing's sleeve: "Master, don't say it, I'm not so good." ”

At this time, a cook with a square face and small eyes had a somewhat complicated face, and Zhang Xing was relieved to see the tangled expression on his face.

"Brother Qian, what are you so unspeakable? It's better to say it, maybe my apprentice can help you solve it. ”

This Qian master struggled for a while, and finally sighed and said it.

"Xiao Langjun, my daughter has a strange disease, I don't know if you can show it..."

(Note: There is little benefit from this action, and the host can choose whether to accept it or not.) ）

Since the system says that the benefits are not great, it means that there are benefits, and saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

Qiu Xiaoyue is always very optimistic about treating diseases and saving people, so she hurriedly asked him to tell him what the symptoms of his daughter were.

"It's nothing, it's just that I shout all day long that I'm uncomfortable, uncomfortable, and I don't work, and I can't see anything when I invite Lang Zhong, and I vomit when I drink the medicine."

The money cook thought about it and was a little embarrassed, but still added: "By the way, she is always looking for death and life, and she doesn't know who offended her." ”

Qiu Xiaoyue has some ideas, but how to use the medicine can only be decided by seeing the patient himself.

So she asked tentatively, "Can you take me to see the little lady?" ”

Seeing that Qiu Xiaoyue was willing to watch, Master Qian seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and immediately took her to his house.

The canteen masters' residences were all in the medical office, and it didn't take long to arrive.

Walking into the back room, there was a small, weak, sickly little girl sitting on the bed, crying.

When he saw them coming, he did not greet them, but wept to himself.

Master Qian walked over and sat next to the little girl: "Yu'er, Grandpa invited Lang Zhong to see you, come, come and see Lang Zhong." ”

Who would have thought that the little girl would cry even more: "I can't see this disease well, woo woo woo, let him go back." ”

Master Qian shook his head helplessly and comforted: "Your Uncle Zhang said that this little man has different methods, let's try it." ”

The little girl looked at Master Qian's eyes, sobbed and said, "I, I'm just worried about Grandpa, Grandpa's cooking is so dangerous, that fire, it will explode." ”

Qiu Xiaoyue grabbed an important piece of information, and she asked in a hurry: "Little lady, do you often have a lot of thoughts in your mind that are not your own, and you can't get rid of them?" ”

The little girl looked at Qiu Xiaoyue at this time, she rubbed her eyes that were covered with tears, and opened her eyes to look at Qiu Xiaoyue clearly: "How do you know?" ”

After gaining a certain amount of trust from the patient, Qiu Xiaoyue took her pulse again and asked her some questions.

Her illness in modern times should be obsessive-compulsive thinking, that is, some unnecessary thoughts always appear in the mind, lingering.

If there is a professional psychological counselor who treats it with medication, it should be good in the near future.

(Please don't be whimsical, you're not a counselor, and we don't have medicine.) ）

Well, from the perspective of traditional medicine, it should be the "lily disease" in "Jin Kui Yaolu", and there are corresponding prescriptions that can be cured.

So Qiu Xiaoyue asked Master Qian to bring a pen and paper, write down the prescription by herself, and asked Master Qian to go to the pharmacy outside to grab the medicine.

When Qiu Xiaoyue went to help the next day, Master Qian happily grabbed her and said:

"Your medicine is really good, my Yu'er can drink it without spitting it out."

Qiu Xiaoyue felt that it was also good after knowing it, and being able to drink the medicine meant that the disease could be improved.

At the time of the meal, the students outside were coming and going, and Qiu Xiaoyue was helping to side the dishes, when suddenly there was a noise outside.

Master Qian seemed to hear something, and hurriedly opened the door of the back kitchen to look out.

A woman ran into the back kitchen crying and howling, and many students followed behind to watch the excitement.

"Yu'er! Give me back! ”

The woman pounced on Qiu Xiaoyue, and was about to scratch her, but was pulled away by Zhang Xing.

Qiu Xiaoyue hurriedly put the knife away, and before she could ask, Master Qian asked one step ahead of her, "What's wrong with Yu'er?" ”

The woman's voice was hoarse from crying: "Not long after drinking the medicine, Yu'er hanged herself!" ”