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Qian Feng's expression gradually eased after Song Xile's acupuncture.

Seeing that his condition had improved, Song Xile asked about the specific situation in detail, "When did you start to feel uncomfortable in your stomach?"

Qian Feng said with trembling pale lips: "It was from... from when the sound came from below."

Song Xile pondered for a moment, "What did you eat at noon? Did you eat anything unclean?"

Qian Feng shook his head helplessly. "The food I brought is the same as Yun You's. It shouldn't be a food problem."

The food for both of them was prepared before they went out this morning, and Yun You's physique is not as good as Qian Feng's. They both ate, but it shouldn't be that one of them had problems while the other didn't.

At this time, there were other patients waiting for treatment. She did not continue to ask about this issue, but said to her husband: "We had someone boil the medicine before we came. This symptom is applicable. Yun You, ask someone outside to bring a bowl of medicine over."

Doctor Zheng had been paying attention to Song Xile's movements. After the acupuncture, he immediately felt better and had the strength to speak again.

He waved to her and asked her to come over and help give acupuncture to another patient with serious symptoms.

Song Xile nodded and walked to the patient.

Doctor Zheng pointed at the person on the bed and said, "This person has a weak pulse. His health must have been poor on weekdays. Today he has encountered another incident. His condition is not good. I think your acupuncture may have a miraculous effect on this condition. Please help, Madam Song."

Song Xile glanced at the patient lying on the bed. His face was sallow, his eyes were closed, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was in great pain.

Song Xile took the middle-aged man's wrist and felt his pulse, and the situation was indeed not good.

Without hesitation, she took out the silver needles and started acupuncture.

As the slender silver needle twisted on the man's acupuncture points, the man's originally pale face gradually returned to normal. The man slowly opened his eyes and saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him.

He was startled and wanted to get up immediately, but Song Xile stopped him, "Don't move, I'm giving you an acupuncture."

The middle-aged man then realized that his abdominal cramps seemed to have eased a lot. He said gratefully, "Thank you."

Song Xile just nodded and continued with his actions.

Although Doctor Zheng was treating other patients at this time, he was always keeping an eye on the other person's condition.

Seeing that the other party's condition had indeed eased, Doctor Zheng couldn't help but respect Song Xile a little more in his heart.

His medical skills are considered good in the city, and he has a lot of experience in pulse diagnosis and prescriptions.

However, today I witnessed Song Xile performing acupuncture twice with my own eyes. His precise control of acupoints and the immediate effect of treatment really impressed me.

Although he had some knowledge of acupuncture, compared with the person in front of him, his skills seemed crude, shallow and superficial.

There is no doctor who would not envy such skills.

He knew very well that he had to make friends with the person in front of him.

As soon as Yang Ji came back from the toilet, Doctor Zheng immediately went to him and took his pulse with a smile on his face.

Yang Ji had just lost face in front of everyone. Although he was angry, considering that this was the prefect's territory, he did not dare to be too domineering. He only held a grudge against Chen Yunyou in his heart.

Chen Yunyou was unaware of all this. After feeding Qian Feng the medicine, he ran to his wife to help her carry the medicine.

Since most of the students with diarrhea were young people with relatively good physical fitness, their diarrhea symptoms improved a lot after Dr. Zheng took their pulses and gave them medicine.

When the prefect heard that most of the students' conditions had improved, he felt relieved and quickly sent people to send them back to rest.

The remaining two patients with more serious conditions were placed in the room after taking medicine. After an hour, when it was confirmed that they were all safe, they were sent back.

While waiting, the prefect invited Doctor Zheng and Song Xile to a side hall to inquire about the situation.

"Can we find out why they have diarrhea?"

Doctor Zheng thought for a moment and said, "It's probably caused by eating unclean things."

The prefect shook his head and said in confusion: "It's not that I don't believe what Doctor Zheng said. The prefectural examination is so important, and these candidates also take it very seriously. How could they eat unclean things?"

He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly asked, "Could it be that there is something wrong with the food prepared by the innkeepers for the students?"

Most of these students who came to the city from other places stayed in inns, and their meals were provided by the inns. If the inns provided unclean food, today's incident could be explained.

The prefect, who thought he had found the reason, was very angry and immediately said that he would arrest the innkeepers for questioning.

At this time, Doctor Zheng hurriedly said, "Sir, it's not a problem with the food, it may be a problem with the water."

The prefect's face darkened instantly. "Water? How could there be a problem with the water? Doctor Zheng, do you mean someone did it on purpose?"

Doctor Zheng was frightened by the prefect's serious look and didn't know how to start talking for a moment.

Seeing this, Song Xile hurriedly explained: "Sir, the cause of diarrhea is not only catching a cold, but also eating unclean things."

"From the pulse of these people, it is not caused by cold, so they must have eaten something unclean."

"But when we were treating the patients just now, we specifically asked them what they had eaten today. Some of them brought food from home, some from the inn, and some from the street. These foods came from different sources, and they had nothing in common."

"We can't come to a conclusion on the food issue yet, so the only thing left is drinking water."

"I asked them where they got the water they drank today. Most of them drank water provided by the examination room. Even the few who brought water with them asked the officers for water because the weather was hot today."

"The only thing we can find in common among these people with diarrhea is water. Of course, this is just our inference and there is no actual evidence. The truth needs to be verified by the prefect."

After listening to Song Xile's analysis, the prefect did not feel relieved. Instead, his nerves became tense.

Could it be that someone really wanted to harm him? Had they drugged the water?

The prefect's expression changed constantly, and he immediately ordered his men to call the servant who was responsible for fetching water for the students in the examination room today.

The prefect's face was as gloomy as water, and he asked in a cold voice: "Has anyone tampered with the water in the examination room today?"

The officer knew that a candidate had diarrhea in the examination room today. He was so scared that he fell to his knees and explained:

"Sir, this water was pumped from the well inside the examination room. There were many people present at the time, and I did not see anyone tamper with it."

The prefect wanted to continue questioning, but Song Xile stepped forward and suggested, "Sir, can we go check the well first?"