"Zhiyao, you may not know that the flu at this time is not the same as what you know, and now this condition is not so developed, maybe a small flu may also kill people."

Sheng Zhiyao's eyes widened when she heard this, she really couldn't understand it, after all, in today's society, the flu can be prevented only by injections, and even if it does, it is not as exaggerated as in ancient times.

She also thought that the so-called plagues were all plagues or the Black Death, and she was so frightened that she was about to die.

"Grandpa, if it's the flu, it's really much easier to deal with." Sheng Zhiyao looked at Old Marquis Sheng in disbelief, she was still more inclined to imagine it.

"Of course, I know it's already common for you." Old Marquis Sheng nodded, then he reached out and patted Sheng Zhiyao's shoulder, and said earnestly, "But here, maybe just a typhoid fever will kill someone."

"I understand, grandpa, I'll do the treatment, and I'll write a prescription to judge Zhang Yuan later, and then it's to popularize the people of the capital to prevent it."

"If only you understood!" Old Marquis Sheng touched Sheng Zhiyao's head appreciatively, and then waved his hand to signal Zhang Yuanju to leave.

Waiting for Zhang Yuanju and Old Marquis Sheng to leave, Sheng Zhiyao began to check Yang Bolin's condition, he was now coughing and high fever, she took some blood and took it back to the laboratory for examination, confirmed that it was a viral infection and began to prescribe the right medicine.

It took her half a day for the treatment to stabilize her condition, and during this time she locked herself in the lab to prepare potions.

When she came out of the laboratory and returned to the Tai Hospital, Old Marquis Sheng was already guarding her outside, and when he saw her push the door out, he stepped forward: "Is there any improvement?"

"Grandpa, don't worry, he is no longer in danger, the fever has subsided, but he still needs to be recuperated for a few days, I have some potions here, and I need to teach the people in the Tai Hospital how to use these."

Sheng Zhiyao handed the potion to Yuan Judge Zhang: "Trouble Yuan Judge Zhang, the first person I want to teach is you."

Old Marquis Sheng nodded, and Zhang Yuanju took the potion excitedly: "The minister obeys the order."

"Let's go in first!" Sheng Zhiyao took the lead in and showed Zhang Yuanju how he dealt with Yang Bolin, and then told him the usage and function of these things, Zhang Yuanju listened very carefully next to him, and couldn't wait to record the whole process in his mind.

"County Lord, what should the old minister do after these potions are dropped?" Yuan Judge Zhang asked cautiously.

"Just unplug this place, and then change to another bottle, and when all the potions are in, you can unplug this place, and then press the bleeding area for a tea time."

"Wonderful, wonderful! County Lord, you are really smart and clever, this is much faster than drinking a decoction, old minister!" Zhang Yuanju couldn't help but clench his fists and bow in respect, he had never met such a smart and powerful child in forty or fifty years of life.

"Huh! Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for the compliment, this is what I should do, and besides, doctors need to learn from each other."

Although Sheng Zhiyao's words are polite, she is sincere, because she really likes medical skills, likes to study medical knowledge, and especially likes to study every line, so she has a strong interest in medical skills.

"You're too modest, county lord." Zhang Yuanju said with a smile, and then the hand holding the potion trembled a little, "Can the county lord grant a request to the old minister?"

"What request?"

Sheng Zhiyao asked suspiciously, and Zhang Yuanju was a little hesitant, as if he was a little unspeakable, but finally said: "The old minister hopes to worship the county lord as a teacher." Speaking of this, Yuan Judge Zhang paused for a moment, and then continued, "There are also county lords who have medical skills but are unwilling to publicize them, it's really ...... It's a pity, but if the county lord is willing to teach all sentient beings what you have learned, he will surely be able to save many people."

Listening to Zhang Yuanju's words, Sheng Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth hooked a shallow arc, her smile was sweet and gentle, and she said softly: "Zhang Yuanju, you can be my grandfather at your age, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to worship me as a teacher."

Old Marquis Sheng's age is not much older than Zhang Yuan's judgment!

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yuanju said with a smile.

Sheng Zhiyao shook his head: "My grandfather

Neither my father will allow it, but if he finds out, he will reprimand me again."

She knows the character of the old marquis Sheng very well, if she agrees with Zhang Yuan to judge her as a teacher, I am afraid that the Sheng family's family rules will be reversed.

Hearing this, Judge Zhang smiled and said, "No, I'll go outside and talk to the old marquis now."

He didn't wait for Sheng Zhiyao to react, and immediately walked outside the door and said to the old marquis Sheng, "Hou Ye, the old minister has already told the county lord just now that he wants to worship the county lord as a teacher, and he hopes that the old marquis will be fulfilled."

Old Marquis Sheng glanced at Zhang Yuanju and did not say anything.

"Old Marquis, Lao Chen is also your junior, you can fulfill me!" Zhang Yuanju pleaded.

Old Marquis Sheng snorted twice, did not answer, and walked directly to Sheng Zhiyao's room with his hands behind his back, his steps were calm with a hint of domineering, revealing majesty all over his body, which made Zhang Yuanju a little frightened, after all, Old Marquis Sheng was notoriously stubborn and had a strange temper.

Sheng Zhiyao was thinking with her head down, when she suddenly heard footsteps, she suddenly raised her head and saw Old Marquis Sheng standing in front of her: "Grandpa, I didn't agree to accept Zhang Yuan as an apprentice, grandpa, why are you looking at me like this?"

Old Marquis Sheng snorted, slapped Sheng Zhiyao on the top of his head, and then accused, "Stinky girl, why are you so ignorant? Zhang Yuanju is one of the best imperial doctors in the palace, and the next head of the hospital refuses to accept others as apprentices."

Sheng Zhiyao covered her aching head and shouted aggrievedly: "Grandpa, where did I refuse, I just said that my grandfather would definitely not agree."

Old Marquis Sheng snorted, and then said with a straight face: "Don't think that grandpa doesn't know, you are actually quite happy in your heart, just you girl goblin, you still want to hide it from me?"

Sheng Zhiyao stuck out her tongue and approached the old marquis Sheng coquettishly: "Grandpa, where do I dare!" Look at you, aren't I also judging for the Zhang Yuan? Look at his old man, he is in his fifties, and he has no children, no daughters, and no wives and children, how miserable this loneliness and loneliness is! Wouldn't it be cruel if I didn't fulfill his heart for the sake of healing?"

"That's because Yuan Zhang wants to ask you for advice, not to find you as a teacher." Old Marquis Sheng pouted.

Sheng Zhiyao's eyes widened: "How is it possible? He clearly said that he wanted me to take him as a disciple."

"Then he just wants to borrow your light for me to take him as a disciple." Old Marquis Sheng ruthlessly exposed Zhang Yuan's sentence.