The delicate boy I picked up after traveling through the book is a big devil

Youfang stood up and bowed to Song Yu. She seemed to be much more sober now.

"Song, Miss Song, I'm sorry for being rude." Youfang said.

Song Yu exhaled a breath of foul air and said, "It's okay, let me check on you first."

Youfang looked up blankly: "Is it here?"

Song Yu looked around and realized it was impossible to see anything from here.

"My home is not far from here." Youfang said.

Song Yu was puzzled: "Your home?"

Youfang said, "I, I have redeemed myself from Baihua Tower."

Song Yu nodded: "Then let's go to your house."

After the two of them walked out of the alley, Song Yu talked to Su He and then followed Youfang.

Youfang's place is indeed not far away, about a hundred meters away, just around the corner, and it is also in a small alley.

The courtyard is not very big, with only two rooms and an open kitchen.

There is an osmanthus tree in the yard, and a stone table under the tree.

"It's right there." Song Yu pointed at the stone table.

Before entering, Song Yu asked Su He to wait for her at the gate of the courtyard.

He stood at the entrance of the yard and could see what was happening in the yard at a glance.

Song Yu took Youfang's pulse and looked at the festering wounds on her body.

Then he asked about the condition of her lower body.

It was clear in my mind that there were copper-red round or oval macules the size of peas on the palms, soles, trunk, and flexor sides of the limbs. They did not merge with each other and were covered with thin white scales. The rash was painless or itchy.

Bitter and dry mouth, yellow and red urine, constipation; red tongue, yellow and greasy tongue coating, and wiry and slippery pulse.

This is a typical symptom of syphilis, which was also commonly known as venereal disease in ancient times.

It is usually transmitted sexually, and in later stages, when it becomes serious, it can also be transmitted through foreign objects.

Youfang's condition is transitioning from stage one to stage two.

In fact, this disease is not a terminal illness and can be treated. It is just that due to the special nature of Youfang's work, she is inevitably despised by others.

Most of those itinerant doctors have only learned the basics and can only treat serious injuries, illnesses and pains in a haphazard manner.

If you really meet one or two traveling miracle doctors, it would be a great fortune.

Youfang naturally knew the condition of her own illness. After hearing Song Yu's diagnosis, she lowered her head very low.

Seeing her like this, Song Yu said, "I'll prescribe you a detoxifying prescription and a toxin-eliminating and flesh-growing ointment. Now that you've escaped the demon cave, you'll have a new life ahead of you. You must live well."

Youfang suddenly looked up, tears in her eyes had wet half of her face.

She gritted her teeth and said, "I, I originally sold my art but not my body. But later I met the wrong person, so, so..."

Song Yu said: "It's not your fault that you met the wrong person."

Youfang stared at Song Yu blankly, and after a long while she spoke, "Miss Song, why don't you dislike me?"

Song Yu raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do I dislike about you?"

"My background and my illness," Youfang said.

Song Yu said: "There are many lonely women in the world. It is not your wish to fall into the quagmire. As for your illness, I am a doctor. Treating illnesses and saving lives is the original intention of my medical studies. How can you despise me?"

After Song Yu finished speaking, he took out a pen and paper and wrote down the prescription.

"It is a blessing in my life to meet you, and I will never forget your kindness." Youfang said solemnly.

Song Yu just smiled and continued to write the prescription.

"I don't know where you live, girl. Can I still come to find you in the future?" Youfang asked hesitantly.

Song Yu said: "I am not from Jincheng, and I will be leaving in a few days. However, as long as you take the medicine according to the prescription I gave you, you don't have to worry about your illness. Before I leave, I will come to see you again."

"Where are you going, girl?" Youfang couldn't help asking.

Song Yu looked up at her and said, "Wanjian Villa."

"Wanjian Villa?" Youfang was a little surprised.

Song Yu asked, "You know that too?"

Youfang lowered her head a little embarrassedly and said, "There are often people from the martial arts world in brothels. I've heard of Wanjian Villa, where the leader of the martial arts world lives."

"You know this too?" Song Yu was a little surprised. She seemed to know quite a lot.

Youfang nodded: "Actually, it was that unfaithful person who told me."

Song Yu was stunned for a moment before she realized who the unfaithful person she was talking about was. She did not respond.

Youfang seemed to be thinking of something sad, with a look of loneliness between her eyebrows.

Song Yu thought for a moment and asked, "Then do you know anything about ghost doctors?"

"Ghost doctor?" Youfang repeated, but then shook her head.

"I don't know, but I can help you find out," she continued.

Song Yu looked at her, and Youfang said, "The brothel is a mixed bag, with people from all over the world passing through. Although I have left there, I can ask the sisters who are still there. Maybe someone knows his whereabouts."

"I'm afraid this is not a good idea. You have finally escaped, and now you want to..." Song Yu disagreed.

Youfang said, "Thank you for not giving up on me, young lady. I am lucky that Youfang can help you."

Song Yu did not refuse again, but simply asked: "What are your plans for the future?"

Youfang said: "In the past, I only knew how to dance to make a living, and later..." She actually has no plans for the future.

These days, she has been concentrating on seeing a doctor, and because of this disease, it is impossible for her to go out to find a job.

Even if she could find it, what could she do?

Song Yu thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps, you can learn a new skill. You are still young and have a lot of time left."

Youfang nodded and said nothing more.

-

"Alliance leader, rumors are spreading everywhere in the martial arts world. They say that the leader of the Demon Cult is not dead at all, and has returned to the martial arts world to clean up his sect. I heard that the leader of the Suzaku Sect in Sifang City has been killed by him. The Suzaku Sect was once a subordinate of the Demon Cult."

Yanxin Hall, the meeting hall of Wanjian Villa, now, Ye Xu is sitting in the main seat, and on his left and right are several sect leaders, all of whom are members of the Wulin Alliance.

The speaker was the leader of the Qiongshan School, Luo Hutong, who had a big beard and was armed with a crescent-shaped scimitar.

"Don't panic, everyone. These are just rumors and have not been confirmed. I saw the devil being killed with my own eyes. Zheng Hong hit his vital point. Even if he survives by chance, he will definitely be dying." Ye Xu said.

His expression was calm, not at all panicked like the others, worthy of being the leader of the martial arts world.

But his words did not reassure those people.

One of them said, "Since there are rumors, they must be true. Everyone present has witnessed the power of the Demon Cult leader. If he makes a comeback, the martial arts world will be plunged into a new round of bloodshed."

"Yes, when the time comes, those who plotted against him or attacked him will definitely not be let off easily, given his vengeful nature.

Although we won a great victory in the battle against the Demon Cult, we also suffered more or less damage. If it happens again..." Everyone understood what was left unsaid.

"Since you all care so much, I will immediately send people to inspect. If this is true, I will risk my life to prevent that devil from harming the martial arts world again." Ye Xu said righteously.

As soon as these words came out, everyone showed their admiration and praised him: "You are worthy of being the leader."

"The spirit of righteousness should be like this."

"We swear to follow the leader until death..."