The Lucky Farmgirl

Chapter 2375: Chapter 2350: Intestinal Abscess

After Bai Shan finished speaking, Su Jian experienced another bout of abdominal pain. Although Doctor Ding said he had eaten something bad, the thought of his stomach once being opened made him feel a sudden pain, and his face turned even paler.

The nearby companions watched anxiously and disregarded his dignity, immediately suggesting to Bai Shan, "Deputy Magistrate Bai, Lord Zhou is here too. Why not ask him to check on the young master?"

Doctor Ding felt Su Jian’s stomach and, seeing him in such pain, was somewhat uncertain—could it be a recurrence of an old injury?

He also looked toward Bai Shan.

If it were only Su Jian, Bai Shan might not refuse but wouldn’t easily agree either. But with Doctor Ding present, considering he and Manbao were quite close, Bai Shan didn’t want to make things difficult for him.

Thus, after some thought, he got up himself, "Alright, I’ll go ask her."

Bai Shan went to fetch her personally, with guards accompanying him. Su Jian’s companions felt moved, thinking Deputy Magistrate Bai was willing to personally go for Su Jian instead of just sending a servant.

Bai Erlang and the others did not move, observing the touched expressions from across an empty seat. Bai Erlang couldn’t help but quietly ask Yin Huo and the others, "Why are they so moved?"

Yin Huo said, "Don’t say anything."

Even Zhao Liulang quietly said, "Come on, let’s have some drinks."

Bai Erlang glanced at the wine in front of him and shook his head. He didn’t like drinking; it gave him headaches when drunk, which wasn’t joyful at all.

Zhao Liulang didn’t force him, and even joked, "Your uncle is a wolf, yet chooses sons-in-law like sheep."

Bai Erlang extended his foot and stepped on Zhao Liulang’s instep, "Who are you calling a sheep?"

"Someone who doesn’t drink—if not a sheep, what else? Do you still expect to become a wolf?"

"Bai Shan also doesn’t like drinking; why don’t you call him a sheep?"

Zhao Liulang replied, "He’s not a sheep. If he were, he’d be a black-hearted, black-bellied sheep."

Did the people at the next table really think Bai Shan went personally because of Su Jian?

Of course not.

Sending a random servant to summon Zhou Man would be disrespectful to her. By going personally, Bai Shan was showing respect not only to Su Jian but also to Zhou Man.

Furthermore, by going himself, who knows what he might say to Zhou Man?

Bai Shan explained Su Jian’s condition to Zhou Man to avoid her making a hasty judgment and a misdiagnosis, "...Doctor Ding checked his pulse and said it was a digestive issue, a problem with the intestines. Can you tell if it’s a recurrence of an old injury?"

Manbao shook her head, "I can’t tell."

Bai Shan said, "...Then you gave that kind of medical advice."

Manbao replied, "That was standard advice. I instructed the Su Family three years ago that his injury meant he shouldn’t drink alcohol at all during those years. Even after three years, he should drink less. It’s not a minor injury. I saw him drinking cup after cup with no moderation. Even if today’s pain isn’t due to a recurrence, it will be in the future."

Manbao followed him to the center of the grandstand, where the manager of the racecourse was sweating profusely in front of Doctor Ding.

Only just informed, he realized the guest was no ordinary person—he was the crown prince’s brother-in-law, the future imperial uncle. If anything happened to him at the racecourse, not to mention the crown prince, the Su Family would have issues with him.

Even though the racecourse had shares belonging to the Su Family, it was even more terrifying, wasn’t it?

So he hurriedly stood by. Seeing Zhou Man arrive, his eyes lit up, and he approached, "Imperial Doctor Zhou, it’s fortunate you’re here. Please check on the young master to see if he’s alright."

Su Jian was already in so much pain that his lips were turning white. He had no strength to stop Zhou Man from diagnosing him, and deep down, he didn’t really want to stop her either. So when Zhou Man approached, he pressed one hand on his abdomen while extending the other for her to check.

Manbao felt his pulse, looked at his complexion and lips, then extended her hand to his abdomen, "Does it hurt here?"

She pressed lightly, and he exclaimed, "Ah!" Manbao moved her hand to another spot, "How about here..."

Su Jian’s face suddenly turned even whiter, lacking all color, as he leaned diagonally on the seat, unable to speak.

Manbao, slightly invigorated, continued pressing gently, asking, "Does it hurt here?"

Su Jian could only make a faint sound. Manbao turned to Doctor Ding, who also gaped.

Their backs straightened immediately. They leaned closer and directly untied his belt, unveiling the abdomen to see where Manbao had been pressing.

Doctor Ding immediately asked, "Young Master, when did this abdominal pain start?"

Su Jian couldn’t speak, so his servant replied, "Just now, just now."

After thinking it over, he added, "Right after receiving Lord Zhou’s medical advice."

Manbao: ...

She hadn’t expected her medical advice to trigger it.

She promptly said, "That was more than an hour ago. This is too fast."

"It’s acute intestinal abscess," Doctor Ding began searching his medicine chest, "I only brought Bao Ji pills; I have no other medicine here."

The manager squeezed in, saying, "We have some medicine in our racecourse’s storeroom. Whatever you need, write a prescription, and we’ll see what we have."

Manbao asked Doctor Ding, "Do you have needles?"

Doctor Ding handed her the needle case, and Manbao took the needles to start acupuncture, "What did you eat today?"

Again, the servant replied, "Our young master ate sesame cakes, a bowl of noodles, three small buns, two eggs, and sheep’s milk this morning, then went to the racecourse. Oh, also grilled beef, rabbit meat, and some wine afterward."

Thinking the response was insufficiently precise, he added, "About two pots of wine, none of it intoxicating."

Manbao was speechless for a long time.

Doctor Ding had found the Bao Ji pill and stuffed one into his mouth, then took paper and pen to prescribe, "Doctor Zhou Junior, how about Da Huang Mu Dan Tang?"

Manbao continued acupuncture while responding, "It’s good. He has damp heat in his body; adding golden lace, Hedyotis diffusa, and dandelion would be better."

Doctor Ding pondered briefly and said, "Adding red vine would be even better."

Manbao’s needles paused briefly, then she nodded upon consideration, "Good, let’s prescribe that first."

Doctor Ding wrote the prescription and handed it to the manager, who copied it, then dashed to the racecourse’s storeroom to find medicine, simultaneously sending someone on horseback to the city to procure more medication, just in case the storeroom was lacking...

Once Doctor Ding handed over the prescription, he turned to watch Zhou Man’s acupuncture. Seeing her perform deep-point pain relief and purging therapy, he nodded slightly, realizing he could only assist from the sidelines.

He watched Su Jian’s complexion, noting it remained pale but lost some of its bluish tint, indicating it wasn’t too painful.

In fact, he was slowly starting to groan, not like earlier when he couldn’t utter a word.

The onlookers didn’t know and thought he was getting worse. They anxiously watched Zhou Man.