As soon as Qiu Tingxuan returned, the students immediately surrounded him and asked in unison, without waiting for Qiu Tingxuan to get off the carriage. They all asked if their teacher was ill or had contracted a serious illness. Some even clamored to write letters to invite doctors from Luoyang, and if the doctors from Luoyang couldn't cure their teacher's illness, they would invite some from Chang'an!

  All of a sudden, all sorts of concerned words flooded in, and Wang Ping'an hadn't even gotten off the bus when his two ears were filled to the brim with such talk.

  Don't look at Qiu Tingxuan dealing with Wang Ping'an, repeatedly defeated, but when it comes to his senior and junior brothers, he is in control, not losing a single point! He knows that so many people have come, not because of his father's illness, but because of that list, yet he doesn't say anything.

  After getting off the car, Qiu Tingxuan said: "Thank you all for your concern, my father's illness is not serious, and he will be able to teach again in a few days. I'll put your minds at ease, fellow teachers!"

  "It's a relief that our teacher is fine. I heard that our teacher was ill and it gave me quite a scare, so I rushed here from home!" said some students.

  "Some even said: 'Is there a way to transfer the illness? Can I take on Master's sickness and bear the pain for him?'"

  Outside the crowd, some students who couldn't squeeze to the front of Qiu Tingxuan's place shouted from a distance, "Brother, I'm willing to spend all my family's wealth to find a famous doctor for our teacher, no matter how much it costs!"

  A louder voice rang out: "Master! I want to see Master!"

  Countless voices rose up, all clamoring to see Qiu Xunpu. Some even burst into loud wails, as if they would never see their benefactor again if they didn't catch a glimpse of him now!

  Two little girls had not yet gotten off the bus when they heard a cacophony of shouting outside. Dingdan was greatly surprised and whispered, "Why are they acting like this? Don't they know that everything being said now is nonsense?"

  Cheng Ji got off the bus with a slight pause, then got off without saying anything. Wang Ping'an followed her off the bus and smiled back at her.

  Ke Lianwu whispered, "Unfamiliar with the world." Suddenly seeing Wang Ping'an turn his head, he immediately smiled and said to Ding Danruo, "These bookworms like to talk nonsense the most. If you let them talk seriously, they will be speechless!"

  Wang Ping'an chuckled twice and didn't say a word.

  Qiu Tingxuan saw the noisy scene at the entrance of the academy, his face sank, and he shouted: "Silence! As a scholar, you should not lose your composure in public like this. What kind of dignity is this?" He waved his hand to let the students make way for him, and he entered the academy, with Cheng Jisheng closely following behind him.

  Wang Pingan waited for a moment, until the two little girls got off the car together, before heading inside. But as soon as they got off the car, the students' eyes immediately shot over, sharp and piercing!

  Ding Danruo and Ke Lianwu, one was delicate and lovely, the other was radiant and dazzling, each had their own beauty. Moreover, what's more important is that they were both wearing maids' attire, originally Ke Lianwu didn't need to wear it, but she voluntarily became a maid to please Yang Shi, so she also wore ordinary maid clothes!

  If two young ladies with exquisite clothes and jewelry got off the bus, these students would immediately retreat and be polite. But if two little maidservants got off instead, it was a different story!

  The students in the Xiangtong Academy are either from wealthy families or have influential relatives in Xuzhou. Seven out of ten are spoiled rich kids, and they've seen all sorts of women, even if they haven't, they're always thinking about it!

  Several young masters immediately began to drool as soon as they saw the beautiful young girl, completely forgetting that they had just been shouting and crying to see their teacher.

  A young scholar's poetic inspiration was greatly stirred, and he recited: "In a deep valley there is a beautiful woman, who has come to our Xuzhou, at midnight she descends from her magnificent carriage, with golden lotus flowers treading on the threshold of my humble abode!"

  Someone else shouted: "Hey, don't stare at people like that, it's impolite! We're scholars, we should have some manners!"

  Another way: "What's straight and unadorned? It sounds so harsh! I call it not casting a sideways glance, because there is a vast and upright energy in my chest, this is the attitude one should have!"

  Two young girls' faces immediately fell, what's going on, the famous Salt and Chalk Academy, why are there only some spoiled brats tonight!

  Wang Ping'an furrowed his brow, turned around and said: "You two have entered the crowd, reminding me of four words - a crane standing out among chickens!" After that, he escorted them into the gate.

  "That's reasonable, these two little girls are so beautiful, they should be described as celestial cranes... Hmm, who is the chicken?"

  "You called us chickens! You little brat, stop right there, I'm going to have a poetry contest with you!"

  Ding Dan retorted: "Reciting poetry? You're really something!"

  The young ladies burst out laughing, and the man who spoke earlier said: "Look, the little beauty is talking to me!"

  There were many students in the Xiangtong Academy, and the young masters were squeezed to the front, while those who really studied and did scholarly work couldn't squeeze in. They were the ones who worried most about the number of candidates for the imperial examination. The young masters knew they wouldn't be selected, so apart from making a racket and trying to muddy the waters, they couldn't do anything else. The true backbone of the academy, however, was anxious and worried.

  It's said that the list of successful candidates has been handed over to the teacher, and all the students who received the news rushed to see him as soon as possible. However, the teacher happened to be ill, so they couldn't meet with Qiu Xiangpu. Naturally, some were anxious and spoke nonsense, while others sighed in despair! Fan Jin's experience of being possessed by a demon after passing the imperial examination was not unique; the Tang Dynasty examinees probably had similar experiences, but no one recorded their behavior.

  Wang Ping'an entered the Xiangtong Academy and saw that the school buildings were lined up one after another, with a large hall in the middle. He thought to himself that this must be where Qiu Wenpu personally taught his classes. As he walked further, an old servant came forward from ahead, carrying a lantern, and said: "Young master, you're back! Just now, the old master was asking about you!"

  Qiu Tingxuan grunted and didn't respond, continuing on his way. The old servant carried a lantern to light the path for him.

  Wang Ping'an looked at the old servant and laughed. Isn't this the same old man who blocked the entrance last time and wouldn't let me into the academy? He said, "Old sir, do you still remember me?"

  The old servant turned his head to look at Wang Ping'an, blinked his eyes, and couldn't remember if he had seen Wang Ping'an before. He shook his head and said: "You are a nobleman, how could I have the good fortune to see you?"

  Wang Ping smiled faintly and stopped talking. At first, he had asked the old man to let him take a look at the academy, but the old man didn't even give him a serious glance. Now that Qiu Tingxuan had personally invited him over, there was no way this old man would associate him with that young boy who had been refused entry back then!

  Ding Dan couldn't help but gloat, saying: "Didn't expect this, did you? Back then when we asked to come in and take a look, you didn't even give us the time of day. Now it's your young master who wants us to come in, humph!"

  The old servant heard the tone was not good, startled, turned back to look at Wang Ping'an carefully, suddenly remembered, and shook the lantern in his hand, almost dropping it to the ground!

  Qiu Tingxuan glared at the old servant, thinking to himself: "So you'd been here before, and you blocked him from entering. If only you had come in and told me about it back then, I would have recognized him earlier. Now look what's happened to me! You just wait and see how I'll settle accounts with you later!"

  Several people walked through the academy and came to Qiu Wenpu's residence, a small courtyard. When they arrived at the door, Qiu Tingxuan knocked on it and asked: "Father, are you resting?"

  Outside the house, Qiu Cai Dao said: "Master has been drowsy all day today. Xuan Ge Er, why did you bring outsiders here?" He glanced at Wang Ping An and the two little maidservants, puzzled in his heart. This was Qiu Xun Pu's residence, let alone unfamiliar people, even students from the college were not allowed to come.

  Qiu Tingxuan was about to respond when he heard his father calling him in, so he hastily made a please-come-in gesture, inviting Wang Ping'an and Cheng Jisheng to enter together, while the two little maidservants remained outside.

  As soon as he entered the house, Wang Ping felt a surge of admiration in his heart. There were so many books, far more than in his own home, and it seemed that these books were not just for show, but were actually useful. With so many books, it would take at least a month to flip through them all, let alone read every single one. His heart was filled with reverence.

  Qiu Wenpu was lying on his back, and Wang Ping'an couldn't see his face clearly. He only heard a hoarse voice: "Xuan'er, who did you bring?"

  Qiu Tingxuan let out a sudden "ah" as he suddenly remembered that he had invited Wang Ping'an to see his father without asking for his permission first. Now that the person was here, how should he introduce him? Would his father get angry about this?

  Wang Ping'an took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, stepped forward and respectfully said: "Old Master Qiu, I am Wang Ping'an. A close friend of mine has contracted wind-cold illness, but I don't know how to diagnose or treat it. I'd like to ask for your guidance, please enlighten me so that my dear friend can recover soon. I hope you'll take pity on me, Old Master Qiu!"

  Cheng Ji Sheng listened quietly by the side, secretly praising in his heart: "This child is really good at talking and considering others. By saying this, he not only acknowledges Qiu Wen Pu's mastery of medicine but also uses 'asking for advice' as an excuse to diagnose and treat him, neither losing face nor neglecting practical matters!"

  Qiu Tingxuan took a glance at Wang Ping'an, thinking to himself: "This is the most formidable flattery I've ever heard in my life! You're not only flattering me but also elevating yourself! Since when did you become Father's bosom buddy?"

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  Chronic pharyngitis dietary therapy - Kidney yin deficiency type

  Scutellaria and Black Plum Porridge

  Prescription: Scutellaria 15g, Prunus mume 15g, glutinous rice 30g.

  Method: First, add water to the Scrophularia and Prunus mume, decoct and remove the dregs; then cook glutinous rice with water into a thin porridge. When the porridge is cooked, mix in the medicinal liquid and rock sugar, and briefly decoct again before serving.

  Nourishes yin and clears heat, generates fluid and moistens the throat.

  Usage: Take at will orally.