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A few days later, Shen Tong's injuries had healed. The three of them agreed to meet at Fu Lu Tea House, where Shen Tong treated Lin Mingchang and Ruan Xiaoshuang to express her gratitude for their care.
As they sipped tea and chatted, their attention was drawn to a conversation from the next table:
"Hey, have you heard? There's a strange illness in the Nan Jiao district. People suffering from it have excruciating pain in their eyes and heads, and tears keep flowing... well, not exactly tears, but it's really odd!"
"I've heard about it! This illness is particularly terrifying; several hospitals in Spring City are at a loss!"
"That's not entirely true; there is some hope. My aunt lives in that area, and she mentioned a young man named Fang who has remarkable medical skills. He's the only one who can alleviate the symptoms of this strange illness."
"That Mr. Fang must be quite capable; my cousin went to him and got better."
"Exactly! This Mr. Fang is none other than Fang Zigui. His clinic, Fang's Restoration Hall, has gained quite a reputation these days."
...
Shen Tong looked at Lin Mingchang and Ruan Xiaoshuang, their eyes meeting in silent understanding.
"Fang Zigui..." Lin Mingchang repeated the name thoughtfully.
Shen Tong set down her teacup. "This strange illness in the southern part of the city sounds unusual. Should we go take a look?"
When the three of them arrived at Fang Zigui's clinic, they found a long line outside. Inside, the sounds of painful groans echoed, and through the window screens, they could see that the place was packed with patients.
They squeezed into the crowded clinic, where the scent of medicinal herbs filled the air. A young traditional Chinese medicine doctor dressed in a gray long gown was focused on taking the pulse of an elderly woman.
He appeared to be around thirty years old, with refined features and a composure that belied his age.
"Madam, your condition isn't too severe," Fang Zigui said as he handed her a packet of medicine and a small bottle. "Take this medicine twice a day with hot water. Apply this liquid to the corners of your eyes three times daily. Be sure not to rub your eyes."
The elderly woman trembled as she accepted the medicine and expressed her gratitude repeatedly.
After sending her off, Fang Zigui stretched his shoulders and glanced over at the three newcomers. After a brief pause, he turned back to attend to the next patient.
Shen Tong quietly surveyed the surrounding patients; in her eyes, their "illness energy" appeared peculiar, resembling writhing worms that distorted the air around their heads.
The illness emanating from her was unlike any other Shen Tong had encountered before. It was not the common gray-black or dark green hue, but rather a strange blue-purple color.
Not far away, a young female patient sat, her eyes continuously oozing a blue-purple liquid. She kept dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief, each wipe accompanied by an expression of intense pain.
Shen Tong noticed that the aura of illness surrounding this patient was particularly thick, almost taking on a solid form, with a small whirlpool forming at the corner of her eye. Each time the blue-purple liquid seeped out, the whirlpool would tremble slightly, as if something within it was writhing.
Unable to resist, Shen Tong took a step closer, wanting to examine more closely whether that blue-purple liquid was some form of living creature.
At that moment, Fang Zigui lifted his head, his gaze locking onto Shen Tong's focused expression. He observed that Shen Tong was not looking at the patient's body but was instead staring intently at a spot in the air.
Fang Zigui furrowed his brow slightly. He set down the pulse pillow in his hands and walked over to Shen Tong.
"Miss, what are you looking at?"
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