Fu Huang: Husband, here is a ginseng

"Sixth sister-in-law, many students in our academy have fever, and even students in our class have fever."

When Huo Jinfeng heard his sixth sister-in-law say that students with fever could have a holiday, he, who didn't want to study, immediately told her about the situation at Shu Ren Academy.

"Aunt, there is also a classmate in our class who has a fever."

Huo Wenzhuo also talked about the situation in his class.

"Someone in your academy has a fever too. Jinchuan, go back to the academy tomorrow and talk to your dean to see if he can give you a holiday early. If not, ask for leave for yourself, Jinfeng, Wenzhuo, and Wenlong, and don't go to school."

Jinfeng, Wenzhuo and Wenlong are young, and it is more difficult to deal with them when they have a fever.

"Also, grandma, grandpa and grandma, since you are old, you should not go out to restaurants, hot pot restaurants, or clinics to help out, so as to avoid catching a cold when you are infected."

Gao Zhijun also gave instructions to Zhuang Die, Huo Jin and Zhang Chan.

"Got it. We are old, so we won't cause you any trouble."

Zhuang Die, Hawking Zhang Chan also spoke very sensibly.

After giving the instructions and finishing the meal, everyone went back to rest.

The next day, Huo Jinqian told Master Xie what Gao Zhijun had said. Master Xie immediately called a meeting with the teachers. In the end, they all agreed to give the students an early holiday and assigned a lot of homework to them.

The students of Taizhou Academy began to pack their luggage and left the academy, going home to review and complete the homework assigned by the teacher.

When the dean of Shuren Academy heard what Huo Jinchuan said, he thought for a while and made the decision to give students an early holiday.

Since it was suggested by the miracle doctor, he must take it seriously.

I don’t know how many people out there are infected with the epidemic cold. Although it won’t kill anyone, if the fever is too high, you’ll become a fool.

Soon, the news that Taizhou Academy and Shuren Academy had given students early holidays spread in Taizhou.

After hearing the news, the dean of Hanlin Academy did not follow Taizhou Academy and Shuren Academy in giving students a holiday. The academy's daily income was a considerable sum of money, and it was impossible for him not to make some money.

"Zhishan, hurry up, Daddy and Erbao are so hot, let's go quickly."

Luo Mingkuan carried Luo Hu on his back and held the hand of his wife Gao Zhishan, who was carrying their young son Luo Ziqiao on her back.

They walked quickly into Anshou Hall.

"Doctor, doctor, save my father and son."

Luo Mingkuan shouted anxiously.

Soon a medicine boy came out and took them to find the doctor on duty. There were six or seven patients in front of them waiting in line to see the doctor, all of whom had fever.

"Here's the prescription, just take it and get the medicine."

The doctor wrote the last word and handed the prescription to the patient.

"Doctor, how much silver will it cost?"

The patient asked anxiously.

The clothes he was wearing showed that he had some money, and he might be running a small business.

"Not much, a total of ten taels of silver."

The doctor said with a faint smile.

"Ten taels, isn't that a bit expensive?"

The patient touched his sleeve and said angrily.

"Expensive? Don't you think about what kind of disease this is? It's a common cold, and they use expensive herbs. If you don't have money to see a doctor, don't go. You can save money by waiting to die at home."

The doctor said with contempt and disgust.

You are a poor guy, and you don’t deserve to see a doctor. You might as well stay at home and wait to die to save money.

Luo Mingkuan and Gao Zhishan, who were standing behind him, were shocked when they heard this. Ten taels? How could they afford it?

There were still two people, and it would cost twenty taels of silver, which they really couldn't afford.

Seeing their father and son unconscious from the fever, they felt sad and didn't know what to do.

"Doctor, I only have five taels of silver. Can you give me medicine?"

The patient pleaded to the doctor.

"You poor bastard, if you don't have money, don't come to see the doctor. Get out of here!"

The doctor did not agree, but insulted him instead. The medicine boy who brought Luo Mingkuan in immediately dragged the patient out of the pharmacy.

"Let me make it clear in advance. If you don't have ten taels of silver, please leave on your own initiative and don't disturb others from seeing the doctor."

The doctor said to the patients in line.

Soon, three patients walked out of the team and went towards the gate, which meant that they did not have ten taels of silver.

"Shishan, how about I stay here to look after my father and son, and you go back and ask your cousin to borrow some money."

Luo Mingkuan looked at his son who was burned unconscious and his unconscious old father on his back. He was asked to take them both back to die, but he couldn't do it.

"Zhidan, how can you have so much silver? You know that. We only have 500 coins on us. How can we borrow 19 taels and 500 coins?"

Gao Zhishan sobbed sadly, tears welling up in her eyes.

What should I do? Should I just watch them die?

"What should we do? Watch father and son wait to die?"

Luo Mingkuan said with a raised tone and some anger.

"What are you arguing about? Do you have ten taels of silver... two, right? Two will cost twenty taels. If not, please leave!"

The medicine boy heard the two people arguing, and then looked at their clothes and thought they didn't look like people who could afford to pay ten taels of silver, so he scolded them.

This is the south of the city, and all the people living here are poor.

There is only one pharmacy in the south of the city, which is used to treat poor people.

The owner, who was a doctor, was a barefoot doctor. He opened Anshoutang with some money.

His business was originally good, but then some miracle doctor opened a Junyutang Clinic, and many people in the south of the city went to the clinic for treatment. His business plummeted and he could hardly maintain even the basic expenses.

Fortunately, a cold epidemic broke out and many people were infected. The clinic was unable to accommodate all the people. So the prescription was handed over to the Imperial Medical Office, and all the people in the Imperial Medical Office were dispatched to treat the refugees in the greenhouses in the west and south of the city.

It just so happened that his daughter worked as a doctor in the Imperial Medical Clinic and she copied a prescription for him, so that he could continue to treat the people.

Because he hated the miracle doctor, he raised the consultation fee and medicine fee to ten taels per person. I don't know how many people were cheated out of their silver by him.