"It's nothing serious, but I'm not sure what kind of illness you have." Fang Qingyue said honestly, "You should stay in this clinic for now and don't go back for the time being. It would be terrible if you infected your family."

"As for your illness, I'll look through some medical books and I should be able to find a cure."

As he spoke, Fang Qingyue sat behind the counter, flipping through a thick medical book.

This medical book was delivered to her personally a few days ago by the old doctor when he heard that she was going to open a clinic in the city.

The medical book was an ancient medical book from a long time ago, and many of the prescriptions recorded in it are no longer traceable. However, there are also many prescriptions that are very universal and suitable for her use.

Fang Qingyue carefully flipped through the medical book and finally found a disease in the corner that was almost identical to the man's symptoms.

This is a skin disease, but it is not just a skin problem. The main reason is that the person has toxins in his body. Only by removing the toxins can the disease be cured.

It takes a long time and many treatments are troublesome.

She looked up from her thick medical book and felt her stomach empty. She looked up at the sky and saw that the sun had already set over the other side of the mountain.

Fang Qingyue was awakened at this point, and decided to ask the patient's opinion, so she walked to the chair.

Unexpectedly, the man was sitting on the chair, silently shedding tears.

Seeing Fang Qingyue coming over, he said in a hoarse voice: "Doctor, you have been looking for this disease for so long and you haven't found a prescription. Am I going to die?"

"If I am going to die, please tell me directly so I can go back and talk to my wife."

Fang Qingyue smiled helplessly: "When did I say I couldn't cure your illness?"