Everyone was half-believing and half-doubted. The general sighed slowly, moved his eyelids twice, and opened his eyes. Several soldiers cheered, and the red-faced man excitedly stepped forward and held the general's hand tightly and asked, "Sir, are you okay?"

"Okay." The hand always bent his lips with some difficulty, and his eyes fell on Wu Jing, who was writing prescriptions with his head down, and tried to get up to thank Wu Jing: "Thank you, the miracle doctor..."

Wu Jing smiled: "No need to be polite. You are the one who kills the enemy and serves the country. I will do my duty to save people. I will raise you well. I will arrange someone to clean and bandage you, boil medicine and decoct the soup."

An Yi was stunned, and the huge waves in her heart grew bigger. She could see this clearly from beginning to end. Chen Zhishan had not lie before, and there was no reason to lie. This trick was always impossible. She only thought Wu Jing was a dead horse and was a living horse. She was so willing to give up that the blushing man and others felt more comfortable. Who would have thought that Wu Jing really had this ability? This skill alone was better than many doctors she had met before. An Yi thought about her experiences about Wu Jing’s medical skills these days, and she couldn’t help but have another thought.

She is not young at this age, and has no skills, and no one helps her. She is almost impossible to leave An's house alone and go to the capital to take revenge. If she stays in this family, the An County Magistrate's family is in such a miserable state, and it is probably even more difficult to wait until he turns over to the capital. Her appearance is very good, and she may be able to hire someone with good households, but her status as if she is not up or down will definitely not marry a wealthy family, nor can she go to the capital. But if she can learn Wu Jing's medical skills, it will be different. Not only can she easily get close to those people, but she will also have long skills and have no worries about food and clothing in the future, and she will no longer be as difficult as she did in her previous life.

Thinking of this, An Yi lowered her head and went out with Mrs. Tan obediently, and entered the backyard where pear blossoms were blooming. Mrs. Tan pointed to a room in Chaoyang and said, "That is the study where the girl used to copy books and copy prescriptions. She has pens, inks and papers, and she often has it in the tea and kitchen. If you want to take care of yourself, the little woman will not accompany you in."

An Yi didn't care what Mrs. Tan's expression was, or she liked it or didn't like it, so she thanked Mrs. Tan and entered the study. But she saw a row of bookshelves against the wall in the south, and many books were placed in a mess. Some books were already very old, and the binding threads had fallen off, and some of the papers were yellow and crisp. She placed a desk next to the window, with pens and ink paper on the table, and a half-copied book.

An Yi went up to pick up the book and saw it. She saw a book called "Fifty-Two Prescriptions for Diseases". She picked up the piece of paperweight and had been writing about ten words and reading them carefully for a long time. She could see the habit of writing on her head clearly. Then she sat down and lifted the pen and copied the book carefully according to the handwriting of the former.

After seeing her behavior outside the window, Mrs. Tan saw her behavior clearly, she left quietly. Wu Jing only placed the general manager at this time. Seeing Mrs. Tan coming, she took the time to ask, "I heard that An Yi is here?"

Mrs. Tan smiled and said, "Yes, I'm sitting in the room to copy books now. This time I look quieter than before, but I don't know how long it will take."

Wu Jing said: "Whatever she wants, I will give her a chance, it's her own business if she doesn't cherish it." No matter how much she repays her old friend's affection, she can't live her life for others.

Mrs. Tan glanced at Chen Zhishan, who was taking a pulse and treating a doctor not far away, and lowered her voice and said, "Aunt, there is something I have to tell you." Then she said, "I'm not sensible, don't buy it for someone. Na Renhuitang is jealous and hates us for a day or two..."

Wu Jing frowned and interrupted her: "Don't talk nonsense about unfounded things! What does a little girl know about her family?"

Mrs. Tan said dissatisfiedly: "It was not because the maid made things difficult for her, but she was impatient with copying books before, but now she suddenly became interested in this. Isn't it just a waste of doubt?"

Wu Jing was silent for a moment and said, "The little girl is very arrogant. She is not such a person, otherwise she would not have been so poor before and would not come to me. Even if she really wanted to steal the teacher, if she could learn from such a few glances, it would be her luck."

Mrs. Tan opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Aunt, your golden needle skill is..."

Wu Jing waved her hand and interrupted her: "I know what you are going to say, but my Wu's acupuncture skills have been passed down to my generation, and there is no one in the inheritance. Although I have learned to know the good, it is just because he really likes medical skills and beggs hard. I can't bear it. Unfortunately, his talent is limited and it is rare to carry it on him."

Mrs. Tan still disagreed: "That's true, she is always a lady in the official family. How can she do? Have you forgotten Miss Zhu in the past? You are determined to accept her as your disciple, but she feels that a woman is not doing her job when she learns this. If she loses her official family's face, will she miss her future?"

Wu Jing smiled faintly: "I don't know the good and bad luck, let it go."

The spring rain made the small study very cold. An Yi put down the pen in her hand, stood up and laughed. While sorting out the messy books on the bookshelf, she silently recalled the contents of the books she copied in the morning. She really didn't expect that all the books Wu Jing asked her to copy were medical books, and some books were really precious, and money might not be visible. Since she had the intention and had such a rare opportunity, she naturally had to recite all these books. She had been studying medicine for ten years and had not yet mastered her. She started late, so she could only seize every opportunity and work harder, lay a solid foundation first. In the future, whether she was stealing her teacher or being lucky enough to get Professor Wu Jing, she would be twice the result with half the effort.

Chen Zhishan came in with a smile and said, "It's raining today, there are no people in the clinic, so I'm going to copy books for you?"

At this time, An Yi was about to learn his skills. She wanted to see ten things at a glance and never forget them again. She kept all the medical books in the room in mind and used them freely. How could she ask him to help? She refused and said, "Thank you, I'll do it myself. It's not good for people to see it."

Chen Zhishan didn't take her rejection at all, and sat at the table with a familiarity, and smiled and said, "Don't pretend, I don't know you are lazy, I didn't help you copy less before, you never said it was bad."

Seeing that he was really going to copy for him, An Yi hurriedly stopped him, but Chen Zhishan had already seen the paper she copied before and couldn't help but say in surprise: "Hey, how good is copying it? An Yi, your handwriting is much better than before..."

Even if he spent his time covering up and tried his best to get his handwriting closer to his front, he could still see it. An Yi sighed secretly, smiled and snatched the paper from Chen Zhishan's hand, and said, "Maybe this is the difference between being intentional and being unintentional."

"That's the reason." Chen Zhishan nodded and said, hesitating for a moment, "An Yi, I think you are not much the same as before."
Chapter completed!