Song Yun was surprised. "You also have indigestion? Those are digestion pills made with hawthorn."

Li Shengli nodded frantically, "Yes, yes, I also have indigestion, so prescribe that for me."

Song Yun wrote down the entire process of Li Shengli's change of symptoms in the medical record, and took the initiative to ask for a prescription of digestive pills, and asked Li Shengli to sign it.

Li Shengli only wanted the pills, so he took a quick look at the medical record and signed it when he thought there was no problem.

Song Yun took out an iron box, which was filled with red digestive pills that looked like candies. She picked up one and gave it to Ziyi, and ate one herself. Then she took out two more digestive pills from the box, wrapped them in paper, and handed them to Li Shengli.

After Li Shengli left in a hurry, Song Yun took out two digestion pills and handed them to the girl who had just come in. "These are hawthorn pills made with hawthorn. They are sour and sweet. Try them."

The man and woman took it and thanked him with a smile.

Song Yun put away the tin box and asked, "Who's feeling unwell?"

The short-haired woman pushed the young girl forward and said, "My daughter is not feeling well."

"Sit down." Song Yun pointed to the stool and saw the girl sit down a little awkwardly. She asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The girl twisted the corner of her clothes with her fingers and said in a low voice, "My stomach hurts."

Seeing her daughter like this, the short-haired woman became anxious and asked Song Yunyu: "Can you help take my Manman's pulse?"

Song Yun looked at the couple of women strangely, said nothing, and gestured for the girl to reach out her hand.

After taking her pulse, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "How long has it been since your period started?"

The girl lowered her head and said nothing.

The short-haired woman's expression changed immediately. She looked at Song Yun with pleading eyes and asked in a low voice, "Are you really pregnant?"

Song Yun nodded, "Yeah."

"How long?" the short-haired woman asked in a trembling voice.

Song Yun did not write the medical record, "At least three months, you have to ask her for the specific details." She glanced at the girl's clothes, which were a little loose, and a three-month pregnancy was not very obvious.

The short-haired woman's hands were shaking, her face was pale and blue, and no one knew what she was thinking. She didn't say a word for a long time.

Song Yun spoke, her voice deliberately low, "The fetus is not stable. If you want to keep the baby, you have to be more careful. If you don't want the baby, I can't do anything about it. You have to find another way."

These days, abortion requires a letter of introduction or a marriage certificate. I don’t know if this couple can produce them. But it doesn’t matter to her. She doesn’t have any abortion pills anyway.

The short-haired woman nodded and forced a smile. "Thank you, Doctor Song." She took out a dollar from her pocket and placed it on the table. "Please protect the patient's privacy, Doctor Song."

Song Yun accepted the money and said, "It is my duty to protect the patient's privacy. You don't need to pay extra. Just consider this as money for buying hawthorn pills. I charge 1 cent for the consultation."

The short-haired woman nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, I understand."

The short-haired woman pulled the young girl away. Song Yun looked at the girl again and saw the despair in her eyes. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and vaguely felt that this matter was not over yet.

Sure enough, at 2:30 that night, someone banged on the gate of Song Yun's house again.