After waiting in line for an hour, it was finally Qian Yuxiang's turn. Qian Yuxiang quickly suppressed the impatience on her face, took out a porcelain jar from her small leather bag, and behind her back, she used her little finger to scoop out some white ointment from the porcelain jar and applied it on her wrists and neck. A faint fragrance spread over her body.

The two young men who were following them looked at each other, with excitement in their eyes.

They watched Qian Yuxiang for two days and saw with their own eyes that Qian Yuxiang went to find a widowed old woman. When she came out, she was holding the porcelain jar in her hand, with a happy look on her face. They asked around and found out that the old woman had a secret recipe passed down from her ancestors, which was said to have come from the palace a long time ago. If you made it into a perfume and applied it on the body, men would be obsessed with her and couldn't stop smelling it.

Qian Yuxiang spent ten yuan to get a can from the old woman. Unexpectedly, after just one day, Qian Yuxiang couldn't wait to use it. It turned out to be Doctor Ji and Brother Zhou's predictions.

When the two men saw Qian Yuxiang walk into the clinic, they immediately squeezed from the back to the front and stood by the door to see what was going on inside.

The person in the queue was dissatisfied and was about to get angry, but the young man turned his head and gave him a warning look. The person immediately shut up and dared not say another word.

In the clinic, Qian Yuxiang sat in front of Ji Yuanhui again.

Ji Yuanhui took a look at the woman in front of him and felt that she looked familiar, but he couldn't remember her. After all, he saw quite a few patients every day, so how could he remember every face?

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Ji Yuanhui took out a pen and paper and began to write the medical record. The woman's registration form was placed on his desk. He glanced at the name and then wrote the three words Qian Yuxiang on the medical record.

Qian Yuxiang leaned forward, and a faint fragrance entered Ji Yuanhui's nose. He immediately frowned.

As a Chinese medicine practitioner, identifying medicines by scent is one of his basic skills. How could he not smell such a distinct aphrodisiac scent?

"Doctor, my chest hurts. Could you please check it for me?" Qian Yuxiang said in a delicate voice, looking weak and frail.

Ji Yuanhui put down his pen and looked at Qian Yuxiang seriously, "What kind of perfume are you wearing?"

Qian Yuxiang was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said quickly: "I didn't wear any perfume, it might be my body odor."

Ji Yuanhui wanted to laugh, but he held it back and said calmly, "If you have chest pain, it might be due to the stimulation of this incense. If you don't use this incense, maybe the pain will go away."

Tie Yuxiang leaned forward again, trying to get closer to Ji Yuanhui, wanting him to smell her fragrance more. The old woman said that if a man smelled this kind of fragrance for more than ten minutes, he would uncontrollably develop a strong desire for the woman.

It's only been a minute.

"Doctor Ji, my chest really hurts. Please help me check it. It won't take much time." As he said that, he glanced at the small compartment in the ward. The curtain was not drawn and the small bed inside was empty.

As long as she could get Ji Yuanhui into the cubicle, she was sure that Ji Yuanhui would fall in love with her.

She is not only confident about her looks, but also about her figure. Especially after giving birth to Nan Nan, her figure has become even hotter and more attractive. Qi Aiguo loved her so much before that he wanted to pester her every day. But she disliked Qi Aiguo and always rejected him on the grounds of feeling unwell. She didn't want to sleep with Qi Aiguo at all.

But if it was the handsome, tall, gentle and elegant Ji Yuanhui in front of her, she would be willing to sleep with him every day.

Ji Yuanhui sat still. "This aphrodisiac incense you're using has no effect on me. I also advise you to wash it off immediately. Some people have weak willpower and might do something you'll regret after smelling this kind of scent. Don't dig your own grave."

Ji Yuanhui spoke frankly. He hated beating around the bush and had no time for word games, let alone any ambiguity with the female patient. Accepting the situation was the best solution.