When other people heard that Zhao Wu came to Fang Qingyue to ask for medicine, they were not optimistic about Fang Qingyue.

Early this morning, they waited outside the door, intending to see the excitement of Zhao Wu smashing the clinic.

When I saw Zhao Wu himself, I never associated him with that fat man with a foul breath.

At this moment, many people came to Zhao Wu and looked at his face and body carefully.

They found that he had indeed lost a lot of weight, and his body no longer smelled bad, but instead had a faint fragrance. Someone boldly asked, "Did you get better after taking Doctor Fang's medicine?"

Zhao Wu nodded and said, "Besides, I've been feeling much better these past few days."

Zhao Wu felt a little guilty when he thought about how he used to go to different clinics to ask doctors for prescriptions, and how he would make a big fuss if the medicine prescribed by the doctors could not cure his illness.

"Oh my God." An old woman covered her forehead with her hands, still unable to believe it.

Previously, a matchmaker came to her house to act as a matchmaker, wanting her daughter to marry Zhao Wu, but she directly refused.

Now looking at Zhao Wu's appearance, she couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

While he was speaking, Fang Qingyue had already prescribed the medicine to be taken this time and placed it in front of Zhao Wu.

"You can boil these pills and drink them like tea. In addition, you need to eat less oil and salt in your food so that you can maintain your figure." She placed the pills in front of Zhao Wu and said with a smile, "I believe that within a month, you will be able to lose weight completely."

"Thank you, doctor." Zhao Wu bowed hastily and took out a silver ingot and placed it in front of Fang Qingyue. "This will be for your consultation and medicine fees."

In a short time, the news that Zhao Wu had successfully lost weight and was no longer smelly spread throughout the capital.

There were also many people who did not believe this and went to Zhao Wu's house to see.

Zhao Wu, who used to have a face full of fat, a greasy complexion and a foul breath, was now wearing his old clothes, which had become loose.

He had an extremely handsome face, always smiling. If it weren't for the similar voice, how could anyone recognize him as the Zhao Wu from before?

When several women saw Zhao Wu's appearance, they went home and asked their parents to propose marriage to them.

There were also people who were slightly out of shape and asked Zhao Wu for help, hoping that he could inform the doctor who was treating them.

Zhao Wu told him everything and even drew a few maps to the old doctor's clinic.

"If it weren't for Doctor Fang's kindness, not caring about my previous harsh words and treating me, I wouldn't be in this state now."

He spoke frankly, and many people in Beijing were interested, so they went to the pharmacy to find Fang Qingyue, hoping that Fang Qingyue could diagnose and treat them.

For several consecutive days, Fang Qingyue was extremely busy.

However, she did not feel flattered. Instead, she continued the treatment calmly as before.

Her calmness in the face of praise or criticism made many people look at her with admiration, and more people came to see her for treatment.

In the Marquis' Mansion, Song Xiaoya was so angry after hearing the servant's report that she almost smashed the teacup beside her.

She went to find Zhao Wu originally to make things difficult for Fang Qingyue.

She was quite familiar with Zhao Wu's condition. So many doctors in the capital were unable to cure him. If Fang Qingyue couldn't treat him either, she would find someone to spread the word. So that others would know that Fang Qingyue was uneducated and unskilled and couldn't be a good doctor.

Unexpectedly, Fang Qingyue was able to cure Zhao Wu, which made him a tool for Fang Qingyue's publicity.

How could Song Xiaoya tolerate this?

She sat there, thinking for a long time, and then she gritted her teeth and said to the maid, "Prepare the carriage."

The carriage stopped outside the clinic. Opposite Fang Qingyue sat a woman who looked a little weak. She asked Fang Qingyue to prescribe some medicine for her to restore her former beauty.

Song Xiaoya looked at the people sitting in the courtyard of the pharmacy, and the hatred in her eyes intensified.

She clenched her palms and, with the help of her maid, sat in the yard to wait.

Now that some time has passed, she had to put something in her skirt to make Li Junyi believe that she was pregnant.

But this cannot be done all the time.

Li Junyi sent her a lot of medicine every day, saying it was medicine for pregnancy maintenance, and she would personally supervise her to finish drinking it.

If she can't have a miscarriage soon, she doesn't know how long she will have to drink.

After the previous patient left with the medicine, it was finally Song Xiaoya's turn.

She couldn't wait to sit in front of Fang Qingyue, biting her lip and said, "Miss Fang, please help me take a look at the baby in my belly."

Hearing this, Fang Qingyue raised her head and looked at Song Xiaoya coldly.

Song Xiaoya could actually pretend until this time. She was clearly not pregnant, but she still came to see her specially.

I'm afraid he wants to frame her again.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyue placed a veil on Song Xiaoya's wrist and began to take her pulse.

She knew that Song Xiaoya was faking her pregnancy, but if she said in person that Song Xiaoya was not pregnant, Song Xiaoya would immediately blame her for the miscarriage.

But if she admitted in person that Song Xiaoya was pregnant, she would be blamed for everything when Song Xiaoya's fake pregnancy was exposed in the future.

Therefore, Fang Qingyue did not directly state the diagnosis result, but frowned.

Seeing her like this, Song Xiaoya suddenly became a little anxious.

"Sister, how is the baby in my belly? Have you noticed it?" Her voice was soft, but her words were full of urging.

Fang Qingyue's lips curled slightly, revealing a smile: "Don't worry, sister. Since you are carrying the Marquis's child, I will definitely give it a thorough diagnosis and treatment. If there is any mistake, it will be bad."

"Sister, are you so unskilled? It takes so much time just to diagnose a pulse. I can't believe that there are so many people in the capital who believe in your medical skills." Her voice was loud and there was a hint of provocation in it.

"Sister, if you don't trust me, you can change doctors." Fang Qingyue knew that she was trying to instigate you, but she didn't care.

She has seen quite a few patients in the past two days. With these patients around, word of mouth is spreading, and Song Xiaoya cannot provoke them with just a few words.

Song Xiaoya clenched her palms tightly, wishing she could tear Fang Qingyue's mouth apart.

"How could that be?" She forced a smile and said softly, "If I didn't trust your medical skills, how could I have abandoned those highly respected doctors in the capital and come to see you?"

While the two were dealing with each other, Shen Yuhan happened to arrive.

Not only did he arrange people around Fang Qingyue, he also sent people to keep an eye on Song Xiaoya.

He was the first to know that Song Xiaoya had left the Marquis' Mansion to find Fang Qingyue.

Thinking of how Song Xiaoya wanted to blame Fang Qingyue for the miscarriage that day, Shen Yuhan rushed over immediately.

"Miss Song, I didn't know the Marquis's doctor was so useless. You need to come to the clinic in the suburbs to find another doctor to treat you."

He spoke sarcastically, and Song Xiaoya looked up in disbelief, and happened to meet Shen Yuhan's eyes.

She quickly retracted her gaze and lowered her head, not daring to meet Shen Yuhan's gaze. "I'm just worried about the baby in my belly, and I'm worried that the court doctor alone won't be able to make an accurate diagnosis. I heard that my sister has become a great doctor in the capital, so I thought of asking her to help me take a look."

Shen Yuhan sneered.

When Song Xiaoya heard the voice, her fingertips almost pinched into her palms.