The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Thanks to the publicity over the past three days, coupled with the reputation of Dr. Zhao and Fang Qingyou's medical skills, most of the people who came for free medical consultations and those who needed medicine would get their prescriptions from Cheng'an Medical Clinic.

Fang Qingyou was very busy and tired during these three days, but she felt very fulfilled.

Fang Qingyou thought the third day of the free clinic would pass peacefully, but when the clinic closed, she received an invitation.

The person who sent the invitation was a Miss Du, who said she was invited to a Qixi Festival banquet.

After reading the invitation, Fang Qingyou casually put it aside and ignored it.

She didn't know this Miss Du, and Miss Du addressed her as Miss Fang Wu, which made her very unhappy.

After the clinic closed, Fang Qingyou did not leave immediately, but instead prepared a job posting.

With Dr. Zhao's addition, given his reputation and expertise, the clinic will undoubtedly be extremely busy in the future.

As a result, there is naturally not enough manpower.

During these three days of free clinics, everyone was able to endure it, but this is definitely not feasible in the long run.

Fang Qingyou had already planned the recruitment process. After drafting the recruitment details, she handed it over to Chen Zhongjie along with the rest of the recruitment matters.

Chen Zhongjie has excellent handwriting and quickly finished writing several job postings.

The job postings looked almost identical, with the words and lines perfectly aligned.

After writing the job posting, Chen Zhongjie first posted one outside the clinic.

Chen Zhongjie plans to post the other job postings on notice boards in Yaolin Street, Caishikou, and other high-traffic areas.

Fang Qingyou felt reassured leaving the recruitment to Chen Zhongjie, so she stayed at the clinic to review the account books and sales figures for the past few days.

The ledger was kept by Chen Zhongjie, while the sales list of medicinal herbs was made by a young apprentice, all according to Fang Qingyou's requirements.

Fang Qingyou was very satisfied with the things made by the two waiters on the pleasure boat; her taste was indeed excellent.

After reviewing these materials, Fang Qingyou prepared a plan for purchasing medicinal herbs in the near future. The amount of herbs sold during the three-day free clinic was quite substantial.

Just as Fang Qingyou was busy, there was a knocking sound at the clinic door.

Fang Qingyou assumed it was a patient coming for a medical consultation, so she immediately put down what she was doing and came to open the door.

Outside the clinic stood a disheveled, ragged man leaning on a cane.

Because their appearance and shape are extremely difficult to discern, one cannot tell a person's age and gender at first glance.

The man had a dirty, tattered sack slung over his shoulder, making him look like a beggar.

Shops generally don't give such people a friendly welcome, and some shops will even kick them out.

However, Fang Qingyou asked with a gentle smile, "Hello, this is Cheng'an Medical Clinic. May I ask what brings you here?"

"I...I've come to see a doctor," the man said weakly, sounding as if he were quite ill.

Only then did Fang Qingyou finally realize that he was a man.

"Uncle, please come in." Fang Qingyou felt that this man was probably quite old, perhaps in his seventies or eighties?

However, she did not refer to him as "old man" because sick people are more vulnerable, both physically and mentally.

If he weren't as old as he looked, he probably would feel very uncomfortable hearing someone call him "old man".

Fang Qingyou had invited this person in, but he tried to grab her hand as if he thought she was going to help him.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyou did not dodge, but took the initiative to reach out and help the person up.

Fang Qingyou had already smelled the unbearable odor emanating from this person, and now that she was closer, the strong body odor was even more overwhelming.

However, Fang Qingyou didn't even frown.

"Uncle, please sit down." Fang Qingyou invited the man to sit down in the chair.

The man had barely sat down when he said to Fang Qingyou, "Young lady, I heard you're holding a free clinic here. So, I won't be charged for my visit either, right?"

Fang Qingyou replied truthfully, "Uncle, our free clinic actually ended today. But since you're here, I'll give you a free clinic this time."

Fang Qingyou's intuition told her that this person probably couldn't afford the consultation fee. Since he wanted to see a doctor and she had invited him in, she naturally couldn't just kick him out without seeing him.

Upon hearing that the free clinic was over, the man initially glared, but his expression softened slightly when Fang Qingyou offered to give him a free clinic: "Then you can examine me."

“Okay.” Fang Qingyou sat down in the chair next to him, and without changing her expression, placed her fingers on his wrist pulse, facing the man’s dark and dirty hands.

Soon, Fang Qingyou frowned.

It wasn't because the man smelled too pungent, nor because his hands were too dirty, but because she had already diagnosed that he wasn't sick at all.

Although this person's pulse was unstable, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, this strange pulse was clearly the result of human control.

In other words, this person deliberately made his pulse unstable in order to feign illness.

Recalling Ma Qiang's premeditated attempt to cause trouble at the hospital the day before yesterday, Fang Qingyou's expression instantly turned cold.

"Uncle, are you feeling unwell because you're hungry? How about I give you a tael of silver so you can go out and have a meal? Perhaps you'll feel better soon."

As she spoke, Fang Qingyou actually took out one or two taels of silver and placed it in front of the man with a cold expression.

Fang Qingyou couldn't see the man's expression clearly, but she could see his anger in his wide eyes: "You, what do you mean? Are you refusing to treat me because you think I don't have money? You just said you would give me a free medical consultation, but now you're trying to fool me like this!"

"I'm here for treatment, not to beg! Do you think you're trying to fob me off like a beggar?!" the man said angrily, slamming the one or two taels of silver in front of him onto the ground. "What kind of attitude is this? Does this clinic even want to stay in business?!"

Fang Qingyou slowly picked up the one or two taels of silver, looking at the man with a calm expression, and said, "Of course my clinic will remain open, and I am genuinely offering you this free treatment. I am a doctor, and if you are truly here to see me for treatment, I will naturally treat you sincerely. But as for you, whether you are truly ill or faking it to deceive me, I think you should know better than I do."

“Uncle, I know life is hard for you. If you leave now, I’ll pretend nothing happened. But if you insist on making a scene, don’t blame me for being impolite.” With that, Fang Qingyou placed the tael of silver in front of the man, making a gesture of dismissal: “This tael of silver is my treat. Take it if you want, or leave now if you don’t!”