Space Fisherwoman: Going fishing in the sea and getting rich

This prescription had been lost for many years in the country of my previous life, and it took a long time to find it back.

In her previous life, she also spent a lot of effort to get the prescription.

Song Chuman had no choice but to follow them.

When she entered the room and walked to the bed, Song Chuman saw a pale man lying on the bed.

When the man saw Xiao Xuanli coming, he immediately wanted to get out of bed, "I greet the master."

Xiao Xuanli held his shoulders and said softly, "Ziqing, there's no need to get up. Just lie down. I've found a doctor for you."

The man had no choice but to lie down again, and said with a bitter smile: "Master, I know my problem myself. My health has been getting worse day by day recently, and because of this problem, I have been tortured and I really don't want to live anymore. Master, please fulfill my wish."

Ziyuan said: "Ziqing, we really found a good doctor."

After saying that, he looked at Song Chuman and said, "Don't look at her young age, her medical skills are really good."

When Ziqing saw Song Chuman, his already desperate expression suddenly became even more desperate, "Master, Ziyuan, are you kidding me?"

How could a little girl save him?

Song Chuman was not angry. Any normal person would be suspicious if they saw that the person treating them was a child.

I do suspect that his brain might be abnormal.

Xiao Xuanli said: "Whether it's a joke or not, you'll know if you try it. Anyway, you feel like you can't survive now, so why not let her have a try."

Ziqing looked at Song Chuman again, and had no choice but to give face to his master, "Okay."

Song Chuman stepped forward and said sternly, "Stretch out your hand and I'll take your pulse."

As he said this, he put his medicine box aside, opened it, and took out the pulse pillow.

Ziqing did as he was told.

After a while, Song Chuman withdrew her hand and said, "Can you let me see your wound? You should have been injured three months ago."

Ziqing was stunned and looked at Ziyuan in shock.

Ziyuan said: "I didn't tell you about your condition. She found it out by taking your pulse herself."

Ziqing nodded and said weakly, "If you want to see it, go ahead. Ziyuan, help me."

"it is good."

Ziyuan quickly revealed the wound on Ziqing's stomach.

Song Chuman went forward and saw a wound on Ziqing's stomach as long as an adult's index finger. The wound had worsened and was now oozing pus.

Seeing this, Ziyuan picked up a handkerchief and wiped the pus clean.

But just after wiping it, pus slowly flowed out again.

Every time he wiped it, Ziqing looked extremely painful.

After a while, Song Chuman withdrew her gaze, took his pulse again, and used her mental power to probe his wound.

After Xiao Xuanli saw her withdraw her hand for the second time, he asked, "Ah Man, do you know what's wrong with him? Why is his wound getting worse? Even after scraping off the rotten flesh, no new flesh grows? It still oozes pus, and the wound never heals?"

Song Chuman said solemnly: "The reason is very simple. There are foreign objects in his wound. It is those foreign objects that prevent his wound from healing."

Ziyuan said, "But we asked a doctor to check him out, and he didn't find anything foreign on his body."

Song Chuman said: "So-called foreign bodies, no matter how big or small, are foreign bodies. Even if you put a thread as thin as a hair in, it is still considered a foreign body. And if I am not mistaken, every time the doctor examines this brother, he feels it with his hands."