At night, most of the oil lamps have burned out.

Fang Chunhe helped Qiu Xiaoyue grind ink, and Qiu Xiaoyue was immersed in writing.

"Lang Jun, why don't I help you copy some."

Fang Chunhe was worried that Qiu Xiaoyue was overworked.

And Qiu Xiaoyue's mind is full of can't let this book mislead people's children.

She didn't lift her head and continued to copy.

"No, if you really want to study medicine, go and take a look at the book "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" on my cabinet."

Qiu Xiaoyue thought about it, if Fang Chunhe could also write medicine, then wouldn't he have an extra helper to practice medicine in the future.

"Okay, I'll grind the ink myself, you go read the book." Thinking about it, she rushed Fang Chunhe to read a book.

Fang Chunhe stood still, Qiu Xiaoyue looked up, he seemed a little displeased.

The thin lips were tightly pursed, and a pair of Danfeng eyes widened, as if they had been greatly wronged.

Why, because you can't serve yourself, you feel that your self-worth can't be realized?

This is not good, Qiu Xiaoyue put down her pen and looked at him.

"Go ahead, go ahead, you are also helping me when you go to read, if you know some medical science, you can also help when I see a doctor in the future."

At this moment, Fang Chunhe seemed to be relieved, turned around and went to the bed to read the book.

The two of them sat quietly, neither of them spoke.

Qiu Xiaoyue was just thinking about it when she copied the book, and her thoughts had already drifted out of the clouds.

She's a little homesick and wants to be in a modern home.

In the past, when the family was at home, the family of three would sit together and read a book.

Her parents read books on modern medicine, and she read her own textbooks.

It seems to be similar to the feeling of being with Fang Chunhe now.

I don't know if it's the system, Qiu Xiaoyue doesn't seem to think much about the modern family.

On the contrary, I feel that the connection is deeper, it is Qiumu in Su County.

In fact, this also makes sense, after all, she and Qiu's mother were almost sold and the other was almost killed, and finally put Qiu's father in prison.

The two can be regarded as having a relationship of life and death, and it is reasonable to have a deeper emotional connection.

But now that I have chosen to go to the Imperial Medical Department, I don't know how long it will be before I can see my mother again.

By then, he should have achieved fame and returned home.

Maybe, you can cook a good dish?

"Lang Jun?" Fang Chunhe's call pulled Qiu Xiaoyue back to reality.

Qiu Xiaoyue wiped the corners of her mouth and continued to copy.

She has not forgotten her situation, she has nothing now, she is targeted by her classmates everywhere, and now even the teacher's impression of her is not good.

If you go on like this, let alone go to the Imperial Medical Department, it will be difficult to graduate successfully.

Finally finished, Qiu Xiaoyue stretched her waist and shook off her wrist that was sore from writing.

I will hand these over to Mr. Dong after class tomorrow, and explain them to him clearly when the time comes, hoping to clear up the misunderstanding.

The next day's class was Mr. Su, who was in the acupuncture class, and he always asked Qiu Xiaoyue questions about the "Essentials of the Medical Sect" today, intentionally or unintentionally.

But in order not to be affected by the wrong knowledge, Qiu Xiaoyue just took a cursory look and didn't think deeply.

So Qiu Xiaoyue answered those questions very well, and every time she couldn't answer a question, her classmates sighed.

Qiu Xiaoyue knew that they were happy to see the excitement, and now they must be complacent when they cheer.

This Mr. Su's ill intentions, Qiu Xiaoyue is also aware of it.

Fang Chunhe went to investigate, and Mr. Su, like Su Baiying, was a member of the Su family, a medical family.

This Mr. Su must have known that she had embarrassed Su Baiying three or four times, and now he deliberately embarrassed her.

A difficult class finally ended, and Qiu Xiaoyue was about to go to the office to teach Dong Xian the scrolls he copied.

At this time, Guo Renhan's voice appeared in her ears.

"The teacher in the library said that you did a good job last time, and asked you to help the book get rid of mold."

"Okay, I'll go when I'm done."

Guo Ren was a little embarrassed, and he said that it was best to go immediately, otherwise the teacher would be on duty in a while.

also said that he would help her hand over the things.

Qiu Xiaoyue has a good impression of this Guo Ren, and feels that he should be a trustworthy person.

So she didn't think much about it, and went downstairs to the library.

Unexpectedly, when I asked the teacher in the cabinet, the teacher was at a loss and said that he had not called her.

Oh no, I'm afraid I'm being teased.

Qiu Xiaoyue rushed all the way back to the classroom and saw that Mr. Dong was already in the classroom.

He was holding the things that Qiu Xiaoyue copied in his hand, and his face was gloomy.

"What's wrong, sir?"

Qiu Xiaoyue doesn't remember that she copied anything wrong.

"You wrote it yourself, and you asked me what's wrong, yes, it's very good!"

Mr. Dong snapped and slapped the papers on the table.

He had always been good-tempered, and his classmates had never seen him so angry, so they packed up their things and fled the classroom.

For a while, only Dong Xian and Qiu Xiaoyue were left in the classroom.

Qiu Xiaoyue picked up the paper and looked at it, turned a few pages, and the more she looked at it, the more unbelievable it became, where did this full of vulgar words come from?

"I didn't write it!" Qiu Xiaoyue forcibly explained calmly, "My scholar has been by my side while I am copying, and he can testify for me. ”

"I have sent for your scholar, and he said that yesterday you broke him up in the middle of your copying and told him to read other books." Mr. Dong's anger was even stronger.

"But these vulgar words are not my handwriting."

Dong Xian snorted coldly and glanced at Qiu Xiaoyue: "You can imitate other people's handwriting, do you think I won't know?" ”