The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law
Chapter 300: Delivering the Letter

Chapter 300: Chapter 300: Delivering the Letter

Gu Youyou briefly looked over it before returning it to Yue Rujing.

The "grandson" he mentioned was Zhuo Qing, who had come to visit Jin Zijin this morning. The content of the letter was generally about how he was under Jin Zijin’s control, powerless to fight back, and requesting reinforcements.

Jin Zijin said indifferently, "What do you think, if this letter reached Beijing, who would be the next person to come?"

Yue Rujing chuckled, "Who cares who it is, the letter wasn’t sent out anyway. If he tries to send it again, I’ll intercept it again. Since he’s decided to drag this out with us, I have ways to make him stick around Qingshui Town as a deaf mute. In any case, he won’t be able to send his message out, and no outside messages will get in either."

Gu Youyou smiled, this was the drawback of not having communication equipment. Suddenly thinking of something, she looked at Yue Rujing in surprise.

She had always thought Yue Rujing was just a pretty face without much use, like a decorative pillow, but unexpectedly, he did have some abilities.

Qingshui Town was not very large, but not very small either. To intercept someone’s messages, in those days, letters were personally escorted, and delivering a message did not necessarily depend on letters, so that meant... Qingshui Town was already under his control?

Yue Rujing was confident, even appearing to savor the misfortune of others. Jin Zijin, however, was not much relaxed and merely said flatly, "Ajing, do not be negligent or careless."

Yue Rujing laughed, "Brother, rest assured, that ’grandson’s’ every move is under my watch. He couldn’t turn the heavens upside down if he tried."

It was still early in the day, and Gu Youyou went with Yue Rujing to Jisheng Hall. Jin Zijin sat in a chair, rhythmically tapping the armrest with his hand.

"Zhuo Qing!" he called out softly.

He didn’t know much about Zhuo Qing but he knew he was Xuanzong’s headman and a disciple of the current State Preceptor.

It seemed he needed someone to look into this.

Ajing... Since they were in Beijing, sending Ajing’s people temporarily would not be suitable, so should he seek out him?

About traditional Chinese medicine, the notes left behind by Doctor Zhou were very good, and Gu Youyou wrote down some things that didn’t exist in this era in her spare time.

They had managed to set up an operating room, which should be put to some use. Although they couldn’t perform major surgery, minor ones were still feasible.

What she wrote about were common knowledge issues such as anesthesia, disinfection, hemostasis, and nursing. As for the rest, it would depend on the doctors’ skills with the scalpel.

Gu Youyou liked to wear a white cloth over her mouth and nose when diagnosing patients and had Qin Changlin wear one too.

He always regarded Sister Youyou’s words as a decree from the heavens and, although he didn’t quite understand, he always complied.

It was probably going to rain soon, for the weather today was unusually hot and muggy, making the white strip tied over the mouth and nose extremely uncomfortable. Qin Changlin couldn’t help but take it off.

But as soon as he did, Gu Youyou caught him red-handed.

"Qin Changlin, what are you doing? Keep your mask on. There are so many infectious diseases around right now, are you trying to get killed?"

Qin Changlin shivered with fright. He had just steadied his breathing when Sister Youyou, who was omnipresent, caught him.

Actually, occasionally not wearing a mask was not a big deal, but Gu Youyou hoped he would develop the habit. What if he was unlucky and the patient sitting opposite him had a highly contagious disease?

They say when you’re unlucky, even drinking cold water might cause a toothache - it was hard to say.

But the patient sitting opposite Qin Changlin was offended by her remarks, huffing, "Doctor Gu, what do you mean by that? You haven’t even taken my pulse yet, and you’re saying I have an infectious disease?"

"Of course I’m not talking about you. As you said, I haven’t even taken your pulse. Qin Changlin, wear your mask and take Uncle Wang’s pulse."