Ordinary observers in fast time travel

Chapter 899 Initial results
"Yeah, delicious." Shi Jia looked at it with satisfaction. He hadn't had any delicious food since he came to this world. Although the villagers in Hejia Village lived well, they could only eat three meals a day without getting hungry.

She was busy recovering and had no time to worry about food. She could only make sure that every meal was nutritious and could not force the taste.

After finishing a table full of dishes in a flash, Shi Jia sighed comfortably.

At this time, Yuanshi came over with a group of people, smiling, "Doctor Zhao, is the food to your taste..." Yuanshi's words stopped abruptly, and she was stunned to see the plate with only soup left on the table.

Shi Jia smiled a little embarrassedly, "I'm really hungry, sorry for the rudeness."

"No, it's fine." Yuan came back to her senses and asked hurriedly, "Did Doctor Zhao eat enough?"

Shi Jia nodded, "I'm full, thank you ma'am for your trouble."

"It's my duty." The two of them started chatting like this.

……

"Thank you so much, Doctor Zhao. The medicine for the master has been prepared. Should we give it to the master now?" After a long while, they finally got down to business.

Shi Jia nodded, "Drink it. You can drink the medicine later. I'll let Mr. Luo drink it after acupuncture tonight."

"Okay. Thank you, Doctor Zhao." Yuan was grateful. "Doctor Zhao, are you tired? Why don't you go to the guest house and rest first?"

"it is good."

Chuncao brought Shi Jia to the guest house. This girl Chuncao was a maid specially assigned by Mrs. Luo to serve her.

"Doctor Zhao, I have already cleaned your room. The bedding is new. I just dried it in the sun. Do you like it?" Chuncao looked at Shi Jia with a smile.

Chuncao is a girl, about fifteen years old, just coming of age. She is not only pretty, but also very capable in her work.

"Well, that's fine, thank you." Shi Jia nodded.

"This is what a slave should do."

"Okay, I'll take a break. You go do your own thing first." Shi Jia waved his hand. Seeing his backpack on the chair, he put the medicine box next to it and walked to the bed. A unique scent of the sun rushed into his nose, which was very pleasant.

Shi Jia was really tired, so he took off his coat, lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, she seemed to hear someone talking outside the door.

"Miss Chuncao, is Doctor Zhao here?" A slender lady came to Shi Jia's guest house with two maids.

"Madam Wen, Doctor Zhao is resting." Chuncao looked at the two maids. They were holding a large tray with a set of clothes on it.

"Madam heard that Doctor Zhao came to the city in a hurry and did not bring any happy clothes, so she asked the embroidery room to make two sets of clothes quickly." said Madam Wen, who was the manager of the embroidery room in the Luo Mansion.

"Since Doctor Zhao is resting, please ask Miss Chuncao to pass on his message." Madam Wen said with a smile.

"Squeak--" The door opened and Shi Jia walked out.

"Doctor Zhao." Chuncao picked up her luggage.

Madam Wen suppressed her emotions for a moment, then quickly bowed and informed them of her purpose of visit.

Shi Jia was somewhat flattered. The benefits of the Luo Mansion were too good. She had only been here for one day, and they had prepared work clothes for her? As for the fact that the other party disliked her shabby clothes?
Hey, what's the big deal? I have clothes to wear, why should I care?
"Doctor Zhao, why don't you give it a try? If it's not suitable or we don't like it, we can change it in time?" Madam Wen suggested.

Shi Jia naturally would not refuse.

The two sets of clothes that the Luo family prepared for her were very suitable. The fabrics were good, but the styles were not outstanding. They were very suitable for Shi Jia's identity as a doctor.

"Please tell Mrs. Luo that I like it very much. Thank you for your kindness."

"Yes!"

Shi Jia looked at the time and it was already evening. He felt his stomach and felt a little hungry, so he asked Chuncao to get some food. After eating and drinking to digest the food, it was time for acupuncture.

"Doctor Zhao, you're here?" Madam Nan and Madam Yun had been waiting for a long time at the gate of Mr. Luo's courtyard. "The old lady and the madam are waiting inside."

Shi Jia nodded and walked straight into the house. The two hostesses were fidgeting and looking out the door from time to time. When they saw Shi Jia coming, their eyes lit up and they smiled.

"Mrs. Luo, Mrs. Luo." Shi Jia bowed to the two of them.

"Doctor Zhao, you are here. Thank you so much, Doctor Zhao. My son just ate half a bowl of rice." Old Lady Han smiled. Before, Mr. Luo had a crooked mouth and squinting eyes, and rice soup would leak out when he drank it. Mr. Luo would get angry because of this, so he simply stopped drinking rice soup.

It was also because of not eating that Master Luo became as thin as a stick in just half a month. "Yes, it should be." Shi Jia smiled, "After I finish the acupuncture, Master Luo's facial nerves will recover better."

"Yes, Doctor Zhao, thank you for your concern." Old Lady Han was very satisfied.

"Is the medicinal bath ready?" Shi Jia asked.

"It's ready." said Madam Nan.

"Okay. I'll get acupuncture now."

The sterilized silver needles were lined up in a row, and one by one they were accurately inserted into the acupuncture points. After a short while, Mr. Luo turned into a "hedgehog" again.

"Okay, leave the needles in for a quarter of an hour." Shi Jia stood up. Because he had just eaten, the acupuncture did not consume much energy this time.

"Is this all right?" Old Lady Han was stunned. How come her son's face was full of needles so soon?

"Yeah." Shi Jia nodded, thinking about it, in order to convince Old Lady Han, and of course to spread his reputation. Good wine needs no bush, the key is that the wine must be fragrant.

He continued to make up stories, "Practice makes perfect. After twenty years of studying medicine, I have mastered acupuncture, pulse diagnosis, and medication to perfection."

"Twenty years?" Old Lady Han was puzzled. Doctor Zhao looked only about seventeen or eighteen years old. How could he have said twenty years? "How old is Doctor Zhao this year?"

"23." Zhao Wenwen is indeed 23 years old.

"That……"

"I started to recite soup recipes when I was three years old." Shi Jia didn't feel guilty at all. In her previous world, she had been a doctor for several lifetimes.

What she said had long become her instinct.

"...Doctor Zhao is truly extremely talented." Old Lady Han was a little stunned. It was the first time she had seen such an unmodest doctor.

Yes, when doctors encounter difficult and complicated diseases, they are afraid of failing to cure them and ruining their reputation, so they speak very cautiously. They would never take on so much responsibility like Shi Jia.

Shi Jia nodded.

The people in the room fell silent, and only the ticking sound of the clepsydra next door could be heard.

A quarter of an hour later, Shi Jia took out the retained silver needle, and then began to massage Mr. Luo's face.

Mr. Luo only felt that his stiff and unconscious face became soft, and his disobedient tongue became much more flexible.

"Ah~ thank you very much." Mr. Luo heard his own voice, which was dry and unpleasant, a bit like sawing wood, but it was the clearest words he had spoken in half a month.

When he spoke, his saliva did not flow out and his mouth could be closed.

"You're welcome. The Luo family will pay for it." Shi Jia gave up the seat beside him to make it easier for the two hostesses and Mr. Luo to reminisce about the past.

"After half an hour, give Mr. Luo a medicinal bath. Remember not to get his face wet." Shi Jia instructed the two maids.

"Yes."

"Doctor Zhao, can we give the master the medicine now?" At this time, a servant came in with a tray.

"Okay." Shi Jia nodded.

After watching Mr. Luo finish drinking the medicine, Shi Jia asked Mrs. Luo to select a servant tomorrow, and then went straight back to the guest house where he lived.

After Shi Jia left, several masters of the Luo Mansion gathered together.

"Master, would you like to take a rest first?" Yuan felt a little sorry for her husband.

"No, you'll have to take a medicinal bath in an hour." Mr. Luo shook his head. His hands and feet couldn't move yet, but he was not worried. With Doctor Zhao's medical skills, he believed he would be cured soon.

"Thank you for your hard work these days." Mr. Luo looked at his wife tenderly, "Mom, you have worked hard too."

Old Lady Han waved her hand and said, "Why should an old woman like me who doesn't care about anything suffer?"

After a few people talked for a while, Mr. Luo called over Butler Luo.

"Luo Rong, tell me what happened to those assassins?"