At the same time, the head of the He family, who had arrived at the City Lord's Mansion early and was waiting there, did not dare to disturb him and could only wait outside for him to wake up.
It was not until half an hour later that Fengjiu woke up. She remembered that she had to go to the He family to help the young master of the He family see a doctor today, so she got up and washed up. Soon she went out of the yard, called Duan Ye, and asked someone to bring some breakfast over. She ate while waiting for Duan Ye.
Another half an hour passed, and the two of them went forward after eating. When they arrived at the front yard, they saw the head of the He family coming to greet them.
"Ghost doctor."
"Sorry for getting up late." She said apologetically.
"No, no, I'm early." Patriarch He said hurriedly, looking at the young man in red in front of him, and said respectfully: "Ghost Doctor, the carriage is ready, Ghost Doctor and Mr. Duan, please get on the carriage!"
"Yeah." Fengjiu nodded and walked out with him.
The two men got on a luxurious carriage, and the head of the He family personally rode a horse in front to lead the way. Some people who didn't know the situation were surprised when they saw this scene and started to ask about it secretly.
About half an hour later, they arrived at the He Mansion. Mrs. He had been waiting outside the door with her people. When she saw them coming, she hurried to greet them. After the greetings, she invited them in.
"Ghost Doctor, this is my Hong'er's yard. He has difficulty walking and cannot get out of bed, so he cannot come out to greet you. I hope Ghost Doctor, please don't mind." The head of the He family said.
“No.” Feng Jiu shook her head slightly and walked inside.
As soon as she entered, the smell of medicine rushed into her nostrils. The whole air was filled with a sense of death. She knew without looking that this person was very sick and was about to die.
"Open the windows and doors for ventilation," she gestured.
Upon hearing this, Madam He hurriedly had the doors and windows opened, and she and Feng Jiu came to the bedside: "Hong'er, this is Ghost Doctor Feng, come and meet him."
"Greetings, Master Feng. I am sorry that I cannot get out of bed to greet you. Master Feng, please forgive me."
Fengjiu's eyes fell on the man lying on the bed. The man was about twenty-five years old, with a thin and pale face, and spoke weakly. In contrast to his pale face, his lips were as red as fire.
Seeing this, she nodded slightly: "Let me see your legs!"
Hearing this, the head of the He family stepped forward and lifted the quilt from his son. The man under the quilt was only wearing a pair of shorts, his legs were swollen to a frightening degree, and his skin was dark and red.
Seeing this, Feng Jiu frowned slightly, took a step forward and stretched out her hand to feel the temperature of his legs. Sure enough, it was as hot as fire. She frowned and looked at his legs, pondered for a moment, and said, "Lift up his shirt."
“Okay.” Patriarch He responded hurriedly, lifting up his son’s shirt, then looked at Fengjiu, but did not dare to disturb him. Even though he was anxious, he just watched quietly.
Feng Jiu glanced at his abdomen and pressed it again. Seeing the pain on the man's face, she withdrew her hand and said, "The fire poison has already moved upwards. It has spread all over his internal organs. If he cannot be treated within three days, he will die."
When Mrs. He heard this, her legs went limp and she cried, "Please ghost doctor, save my son, please ghost doctor, I only have this one son..."