After Fang Fang regained her strength, she couldn't wait to see a doctor.

The deputy chief doctor was talking to a patient. When she suddenly came in, he asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?"

"Doctor, are you completely helpless about my child?" Fang Fang asked directly, her eyes wide open.

"The use of hormones will have an impact on the baby. For the sake of your health, it is best to have an abortion before the fetus is eight weeks old. Otherwise, it will endanger your life..." The doctor frowned, and in the end he could not say anything to blame, so he had to explain patiently again.

"That means there's still no way to save my child, right, doctor?" Fang Fang interrupted his explanation and said stubbornly.

"Yes..." The doctor nodded helplessly.

"I'm sorry, doctor, I'm sorry..." Fang's husband bowed and apologized guiltily, but he couldn't bear to say a word against his wife.

"Then let's go find Princess Nan!" Fang Fang looked at the doctor for a moment, then turned her head to look at her husband, took a deep breath, and made a decision.

"Princess Nan? Isn't she in jail?" The doctor was confused.

"She will definitely find a way." Fang Fang grabbed her husband's hand and said, "She will definitely find a way to save my child!"

"Hurry up and help the patient go back. Comfort him and don't let him get too nervous..." the doctor sighed.

"Doctor, there's nothing wrong with my mental state. I'm very sober! Princess Nan said she was a doctor. She was the one who diagnosed me with pregnancy." Fang Fang suddenly turned to look at her. Maybe it was because of his words, but her paranoid expression suddenly became clear. She looked at him seriously as he explained.

"I'm sorry..." Mr. Fang continued to apologize on behalf of his wife.

"Thank you, doctor. Thank you for your care during this period." Fang Fang suddenly bowed to express her gratitude. "I know you are right, but I can't give up my child. Even if it endangers my life, I still want to do my best to save him. Doctor, I will be discharged from the hospital today and go to Princess Nan for treatment. I will not give up until the last moment."

After thanking Fang Fang, she took her husband away, leaving behind the deputy chief doctor with a frown. Because there were still patients in the ward, the doctor didn't think much about it. After the patient left, the doctor contacted his assistant. "Pay attention to patient Fang Fang. If she insists on going to the prison to see Nan... the former Princess Nan for treatment, remember to report to me."

He has already diagnosed the patient, and it will be the same no matter where he goes.

So many patients came and went.

I really can't believe that Fang Fang is someone who idolizes people to such an extent, the deputy chief doctor thought as he continued to see the patient.

Fang Fang and her husband quickly completed the discharge procedures and rushed to the prison with the medical records.

When Zhu Jin heard that someone was coming to visit, he and his cellmates were checking Helian Zhen's visit schedule and taking their pulses. Seeing that Zhu Jin really seemed to know medicine, the cellmates tried to see a doctor. Although there is a district hospital in the prison, it is a prison after all, and the conditions are limited. Unless it is a serious illness, some minor illnesses can be cured naturally by waiting.

Being in prison is a lot more inconvenient no matter what, and there are also big changes in living habits and diet. Basically everyone has some minor problems. Even the prison guards came to join in the fun, which really achieved the prison's goal of letting them get close and relax.

The first few people who were seen were in good health, with rosy faces, just to join in the fun. Zhu Jin looked at their complexions, took their pulses, and said "You are very healthy" without saying anything more. The inmates didn't say much after hearing this, and consciously stepped aside to watch.

After five or six people, a gloomy and listless inmate came. He was about 30 years old. He smiled when he saw Zhu Jin and said, "I have had a headache and nausea since yesterday. I took pain relievers this morning and felt better. In the afternoon, the effect of the medicine wore off and I started to feel uncomfortable again."

“Are there any other symptoms?”

"Still a little dizzy." The cellmate thought for a moment and replied.

"Is the headache a continuous dull pain?" Zhu Jin nodded and asked again.

"Yes." The inmate nodded.

"Stick out your tongue and let me see it." Zhu Jin said again.

"Okay." The cellmate was puzzled, but he quickly stuck out his tongue. After Zhu Jin nodded, he closed his mouth and looked at Zhu Jin in confusion. Zhu Jin originally gave people a sense of calmness. After sitting down to see the doctor, the calmness and stability on her body became more and more obvious. Originally, everyone just wanted to give it a try, but when they sat opposite her, they unconsciously put away their joking mentality.

For some reason, she suddenly hoped that Zhu Jin could really help her solve her discomfort.

Zhu Jin let go of her hand under her expectant gaze, still gentle, "It's just a minor problem, just scrape the sha and it will be fine, is your skin prone to allergies?"

“It’s not easy.” The inmate shook his head.

"That's fine." Zhu Jin turned her head and asked Qiu Haitang, "Prison Guard Qiu, can you help me prepare a porcelain soup spoon and a small bowl of cold boiled water?" She was used to looking for the old woman when she had something to do.

"I'll go get it." Ye Banxia, ​​who was sitting on the side watching Zhu Jin diagnose the patient carefully, immediately volunteered to get it.

When everyone asked what scraping was, after Zhu Jin finished explaining, Ye Banxia brought a porcelain spoon and cold boiled water. Zhu Jin breathed a sigh of relief. There were many things she didn't understand about this world, but people didn't understand many of the things she knew, so everyone would ask once she was told.

Zhu Jin chose to scrape the neck of his cellmate. Under the watchful eyes of his cellmates, Zhu Jin took the porcelain spoon and started working seriously. After a few scrapes of the spoon, deep red sha was quickly scraped out. Deep red millet-like spots also quickly appeared, which looked a bit scary.

"…Does it hurt?" The inmate standing nearby couldn't help asking, and then hurriedly added, 'If it hurts, just scream out."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt that much." The inmate who was receiving treatment couldn't see the sha, so he just answered honestly.

"It will be a little painful, just bear with it, it will be gone in a while." Zhu Jin kept on reminding, "Remember not to catch a cold, and don't rush to take a shower. It is normal to have slight pain and itching in the area where the sha appears within one or two days after scraping, and it will be gone in two days."

Zhu Jin was quick. There were four conspicuous streaks of sha on the cellmate's neck and shoulders. Zhu Jin stopped when no more sha appeared. She wiped the water off her body and helped her put on her clothes. "Do you feel better?" Although no one cared and Ye Banxia was staring at her intently, she still pulled her up quickly.

"Much better, my whole body feels lighter." The inmate moved his head and couldn't help but touch his neck. "It's so strange, so fast."

“It’s fine once it’s much better. Although it looks a bit ugly, the effect of scraping is really good.” Zhu Jin nodded and sat back.

"Do you really feel better?" The other inmates looked at Zhu Jin and then at their fellow inmates, and couldn't help asking for confirmation. When they got the accurate answer, those inmates who had more or less minor ailments tacitly lined up again. Zhu Jin was smiling and continuing to see the patients when a prison guard came in and said that someone was visiting.

Looking for Zhu Jin.

"…He's a reporter. At first he said he came to see you for medical treatment, but later he realized that it wouldn't be possible for the time being, so he changed it to a prison visit." The prison guard explained the situation to Zhu Jin along the way.

Zhu Jin saw a female reporter whom he had met once in the visiting room.