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

The patient was a middle-aged woman. After some diagnosis, Fang Qingyou determined that the patient had a typical case of exogenous febrile disease. From a Western medical perspective, this could be explained as a high fever caused by a respiratory infection, which then worsened and developed into pneumonia.

This disease was extremely serious in ancient times, but it is very common in modern times with severe pollution, so Fang Qingyou quickly prescribed a medicine.

After reviewing the prescription, the old doctor announced that Fang Qingyou had passed the second stage and guided her into the third stage.

Just like before, the room in the second level still has a staircase leading to the third level.

At this moment, Fang Qingyou was completely in awe of the designer of the Bamboo Pavilion. It was the first time she had ever seen such an exquisitely designed place as the Bamboo Pavilion. This concept was enough to make the works of modern architectural design masters pale in comparison!

If she has the chance in the future, she will definitely ask this designer to design a house for her!

Fang Qingyou never expected that her wish would actually come true one day.

Suppressing her shock, Fang Qingyou climbed the stairs and discovered that the third level only had one testing room.

The door to this room is open at this moment.

Upon seeing this, Fang Qingyou's expression brightened, and she quickly walked inside.

"Cough cough—" Fang Qingyou had just stepped inside when she heard a violent coughing sound. The sound was so loud that it was as if she was coughing up her lungs.

Following the sound, Fang Qingyou saw a man reclining on the bed in the room.

The man appeared to have just coughed up blood; there were several bright red bloodstains on the corners of his mouth and chest.

The man looked to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but he did not have the youthful strength that a man of that age should have; he looked exceptionally thin.

At the same time, Fang Qingyou also noticed that the man's cheeks were flushed an abnormally red. She thought to herself that this man was probably the patient she was going to treat in this stage.

Just then, a solemn and steady voice rang in my ears: "Now that you're here, let's begin treating the patients."

Only then did Fang Qingyou notice that a middle-aged man in blue was sitting in the room, staring at her expressionlessly.

Fang Qingyou guessed that the middle-aged man was probably the test subject for this level. Her intuition told her that he was a doctor with excellent medical skills.

"Cough cough—" In such a short time, the patient coughed violently again, clutching his chest in pain, looking as if he was about to cough up blood again.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyou immediately took out a homemade mask and put it on, then handed another mask to the middle-aged man, indicating that he should put it on as well.

Then, under the middle-aged man's surprised gaze, Fang Qingyou quickly passed by him, supporting the patient with one hand and massaging the patient's back with moderate pressure using her other fist.

Soon, the patient's pain subsided considerably, and the coughing stopped; this time, no blood was coughed up.

Clearly, this is thanks to Fang Qingyou.

The patient had initially felt uneasy seeing Fang Qingyou wearing a strange "mask," but that discomfort completely disappeared at that moment. This doctor, who was a bit too young, seemed to have pretty good medical skills, relieving his pain so quickly.

Upon seeing this, a look of surprise flashed across the middle-aged man's eyes. He had long known that Fang Qingyou's medical skills were superb, but he had not expected that her medical skills would be so outstanding.

Fang Qingyou was unaware that the middle-aged man knew her true identity. After the patient stopped coughing, she said to him, "Relax, open your mouth, let me check your oral cavity first."

Because of Fang Qingyou's previous simple treatment, the patient had gained some trust in her, so the patient opened his mouth as soon as she finished speaking.

The patient's tongue was red with little saliva, and there was a faint, unpleasant, bloody smell in his mouth.

This examination made Fang Qingyou even more certain of her previous guesses, but the diagnosis could only be confirmed after the pulse examination.

"Alright, you can shut your mouth now." Fang Qingyou said, then paused slightly and added, "You still need to relax. I'm going to take your pulse now."

The patient obediently extended his hand, and Fang Qingyou then placed her hand on the patient's pulse.

Based on the patient's thready and rapid pulse, and considering the other symptoms, she was quite certain that the patient had typical lung yin deficiency type pulmonary tuberculosis, which is what Western medicine calls pulmonary tuberculosis.

This disease was almost considered incurable in ancient times, but Fang Qingyou had a way to cure it.

While instructing the patient, Fang Qingyou prepared the acupuncture needles: "I have determined your condition. I will start acupuncture for you now. Don't be nervous, it won't hurt, and the whole process will be quick."

"Okay." The patient nodded cooperatively, feeling a little nervous but mostly trusting.

At this moment, Fang Qingyou deftly inserted the needles, one after another, into the patient's Feishu (BL13), Chize (LU5), and Zhongfu (LU1) acupoints...

After the acupuncture was completed, during the pause in the treatment, Fang Qingyou began writing a prescription: North American ginseng, Polygonatum odoratum, Ophiopogon japonicus...

During this process, the patient's condition gradually improved, the pain on his face completely disappeared, and when his cheeks began to return to their normal color, Fang Qingyou began to remove the needles.

During this process, the astonishment in the middle-aged man's eyes turned into amazement, and amazement turned into respect.

Fang Qingyou's medical skills are not only superb, but more than enough to be called a divine doctor.

At the same time, his doubts deepened. Could Fang Qingyou really be Xiaoyaozi's disciple?

Is there really such a medical prodigy in the world who can reach such a pinnacle level after only a few months of medical study?

Unaware of the middle-aged man's thoughts, Fang Qingyou took out a mask from her person and handed it to the patient after finishing the acupuncture: "Brother, your illness is quite contagious. In the future, when you are with your family, you can wear this mask like I am. This will protect them to some extent. Here, I also want to explain to you that I am wearing this mask not because I dislike you, but because I don't want to risk infecting myself. This is for my own sake, my family's sake, and for the patients I may treat in the future. I hope you understand me, and I hope you recover soon."

As Fang Qingyou said these words, the patient opened his mouth in surprise.

He originally thought Fang Qingyou was looking down on him, but after her explanation, he not only found it reasonable, but also felt quite comfortable.

This doctor made him feel respected and gave him hope of being cured, something he had never felt with other doctors.

The patient said gratefully, "Thank you, young man, you're a miracle doctor."

"You're welcome." Fang Qingyou smiled and handed the two prescriptions she had written to the middle-aged man and the patient, respectively.