To divorce his wife, the top scholar preferred being cuckolded to wearing a red hat.

Zhu Sha pondered for a while, then told Jinxiu to stay put and watch while she went to record the changes in the patients after they took the medicine, to see if it was as they said, that their urine turned yellow like tea, and that their pupils and skin also turned yellow.

She needs to find out for herself whether it's true or not, so that she can have a basis for reasoning with them.

"Uncle, how do you feel after taking my medicine?" Zhu Sha was sure there was nothing wrong with her medicine; it must have been a fabrication by Su Mingyue and the others.

"I feel better, but I've had diarrhea for the past few days, to the point that I have no strength left. Dr. Zhu, I've been taking your medicine all along, could it be that I ate something bad?"

"Diarrhea?" Zhu Sha took his pulse and found that it was normal. "What have you been eating these past few days?"

"We only have porridge to drink." The uncle sighed, "At this time of year, we're lucky to have anything to eat, let alone be picky. That porridge was given by kind people so we wouldn't go hungry."

The Kyushu Chamber of Commerce has been distributing porridge in various places these days.

"Diarrhea is a detoxification process, it's normal, don't worry. If you continue taking this medicine for another day and still have diarrhea tomorrow, I'll prescribe another medicine that will guarantee you won't have diarrhea anymore."

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Zhu."

"Dr. Zhu, you've come at the right time." The old woman who had caused trouble earlier came over when she saw Zhu Sha. "Ever since I took your medicine, my stomach has been bloated. What's going on? Also, my urine isn't normal. I keep feeling like I need to go to the toilet. I don't feel well."

"Auntie, don't worry. The medicine you drink goes through a detoxification process. Once the toxins are expelled from your body, you'll feel much better. These symptoms are normal, so don't worry too much."

"That's good. I heard that those who drink the medicine from the stall next door don't have these symptoms. Does that mean their medicine isn't as effective?" The old lady was still a little resentful when she saw that most people had gone to the stall next door after leading the disturbance yesterday.

They didn't know that Dr. Zhu's medicine was so good, and they even went to drink the medicine from next door.

"Their medicine isn't that good either, and many people have reported feeling unwell after taking it. As long as it can suppress the epidemic, it's good medicine. Auntie, if you take your medicine on time, there won't be any problems."

"Yes, I knew their medicine couldn't be that good, how could it have no effect at all?"

Zhu Sha asked several more people, and they all raised questions, some big and some small.

Patients who had previously been severely ill but whose symptoms had improved to milder ones immediately surrounded her when they saw her coming.

"Dr. Zhu, I've been getting up frequently at night lately, five or six times a night as soon as I fall asleep. Is this normal?"

"Yes, I have a poor appetite. Even though I haven't eaten all day, I still have no appetite."

"It's all normal, it will get better in a few days, so there's no need to worry."

Zhu Sha calmly explained the problem they were facing, reassuring them that everything would be alright. She herself was also panicking.

Could it be that there's really something wrong with the prescription, which is why people who have taken the medicine have experienced some minor problems?

No, the last two herbs, though potent, are only meant to completely eliminate the virus. Without these strong herbs, the virus won't be eliminated, and the medicine will be ineffective.

"Dr. Zhu, please save my husband!" An old woman suddenly knelt down in front of her, tugging at her clothes and begging her to save him.

Zhu Sha was startled: "Auntie, where is your husband? What happened to him?"

"He keeps vomiting blood and has a persistent high fever. Please save my husband. You're a miracle doctor, you must have a way. Please."

"Where is the person? Take me to see him."

"It's just ahead."

"Did you take your medicine today? Whose medicine did you take?" Zhu Sha asked urgently. "Did you take the medicine from Su Mingyue?"

She urgently needs to do something to prove that the medicine on Su Mingyue's side is also problematic.

"He hasn't been taking the medicine from there. He's been taking your medicine since the day before yesterday. Dr. Zhu, what's wrong with my husband?"

After Zhu Sha took her pulse, she was somewhat incredulous.

It has the same pulse as that man from last time.

A weak pulse is a sign that there is no way to save the patient.

If she directly said there was no hope, I wonder what these people would think of her.

After thinking for a moment, I realized, "The old man's illness has only worsened. Before he was infected with the virus, did he have any other illnesses? If so, then everything makes sense."

"He had leg problems before and coughed constantly, does this count?" As people get older, they inevitably develop various illnesses. Before this virus, my husband also had some health issues.

"No wonder." Zhu Sha sighed with some regret: "Auntie, you call me a miracle doctor, but I dare not accept it. The old man's condition is really complicated, and the virus is deteriorating too quickly. Give him whatever he wants to eat, and let him say whatever he wants to say. We can start making arrangements for his funeral."

"You're a miracle doctor, how could you not have a solution?" The old woman was filled with despair upon hearing her words.

She's a miracle doctor.

How could it be beyond saving?

“I am a doctor, not a god. The old man’s condition is very bad. Even if a god were to be reborn, there would be no way to help him.” Zhu Sha stood up.

The old woman watched Zhu Sha leave, and then she saw the old man vomiting blood non-stop, tears streaming down his face.

Fatty happened to pass by and, after learning about her situation, said to her, "Auntie, my uncle's condition does look quite bad, but he was better before my Chuanzi. Why don't you go see Miss Su? She's the one who saved my Chuanzi's life."

"Even Doctor Zhu said there was no way, so how could she possibly have a solution? Besides, he's already quite old; he's probably nearing the end of his life."

"Go and try it. If it doesn't work, I'll go get you a bowl of medicine and see if you feel any better after taking it."

"Then I'll have to trouble you. I've already given up hope, but I'll give it a try." The divine doctor has already determined that there's no way to cure her; what can an ordinary woman like her do?

Let him take the free medicine; it might alleviate some of his pain and help him pass away more easily.

"Okay, I'll go queue up for you." Miss Su wasn't there right now, so there was no way to find her. He could only queue up first to get a bowl of medicine for the old man and see if it would have any effect.

It's evening soon.

As darkness fell, Zhu Sha's complexion grew increasingly grim.

Because Su Mingyue's side has more and more people, they simply can't keep up.

Looking at the patients next to her, there were none left by the afternoon.

Many patients who had taken her medicine before, upon hearing that the medicine there was good, flocked there to queue up.

"These ungrateful wretches, they're all just blindly following orders. Eat away, they'll regret it if someone dies from eating them!" Jinxiu said angrily.