I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 368: Shut up! You're not allowed to say that!

Fang Xiaoxiao remained calm and said with a firm gaze, "Sister Rou Rou, don't panic. This is the medicine working in your body to affect the lesion. It's a normal reaction."

Li Laoliu laughed gleefully from the side: "Haha, I told you this little yellow-haired girl was no good, she's really in big trouble now!"

The discussions among passersby grew increasingly heated.

"What are we going to do? Someone's going to die!"

"This little girl is really being reckless and causing a lot of harm!"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fang Xiaoxiao's forehead and slid down her cheeks, but her eyes remained resolute. She held the fat man's hand tightly and kept comforting him, "Big brother, just bear with it a little longer, you'll be fine soon."

The fat man writhed in pain, his groans growing louder as if he were enduring endless torment.

Fang Rourou stood by, tears streaming down her face, her hands twisting together in distress, at a loss for what to do.

Just when everyone thought the fat man was doomed, his groans gradually subsided. He slowly opened his eyes, and his previously contorted face gradually relaxed.

Upon seeing this, Fang Xiaoxiao was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Big brother, how are you feeling now?"

The fat man was panting heavily, his voice weak but tinged with surprise: "It seems...it seems my stomach doesn't hurt as much anymore."

Upon hearing this, Fang Rourou finally felt relieved, and a smile of relief spread across her face.

Li Laoliu's smile froze on his face, a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief.

Passersby also showed expressions of surprise and admiration.

Fang Xiaoxiao dared not slacken her efforts and continued treating the fat man. She soaked a towel in hot water and gently wiped his body, her movements meticulous, as if she were handling a precious treasure. Each wipe was filled with tender care.

Next, she took out silver needles and carefully inserted them into the fat man's acupoints. With each needle insertion, the fat man would tremble slightly, but as the number of needles increased, his expression became increasingly calm and peaceful.

"This young girl is quite capable; she's not simple at all!"

"It seems we underestimated her."

The attitudes of passersby began to change drastically.

After a tense but well-organized treatment, the fat man finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and his face regained some color. He said gratefully, "Miss, I feel much better. Thank you so much."

Fang Xiaoxiao wiped the sweat from her forehead, a relieved smile spreading across her face: "Big brother, don't worry, as long as you follow my instructions for recuperation, you'll recover quickly."

Fang Rourou walked over and gave Fang Xiaoxiao a thumbs up with admiration.

Seeing this, Li Laoliu's face darkened, and he slunk away, squeezing out of the crowd and disappearing from sight.

A burst of enthusiastic applause and praise erupted from the crowd. At that moment, Fang Xiaoxiao became everyone's savior.

After seeing the fat man off, the atmosphere in the clinic seemed to be shrouded in a heavy veil. Fang Rourou breathed a sigh of relief, turned around with surprise and admiration, and was about to express her praise for Fang Xiaoxiao's superb medical skills.

However, at that very moment, a gentle breeze, seemingly from nowhere, like a mischievous child, quietly swept by. The veil that had been softly covering Fang Rourou's face unexpectedly fell off and drifted lightly to the ground.

That beautiful face, which had been hidden all along, was now exposed to everyone without reservation. But what was shocking was that there was a striking red spot on that fair skin, like a poppy blooming in the snow, alluring yet pitiful.

The group of passersby, who had been watching the spectacle with great interest and whispering amongst themselves, glanced at this scene and instantly looked as if they had witnessed the most terrifying sight in the world. Their expressions froze, and fear and disgust spread rapidly like a tidal wave.

"Oh dear, what's wrong with your face!" A thin, middle-aged man stared wide-eyed at Fang Rourou, his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg inside. His voice was sharp and piercing, like a blade stabbing straight into Fang Rourou's heart.

"That's terrifying! Let's go, let's go!" A woman dressed in flamboyant clothes covered her eyes with her hands, grabbed the child beside her, and hurriedly turned to leave, as if looking at her any longer would bring misfortune.

Others chimed in, and the once lively scene instantly descended into chaos. People pushed and shoved, scattering in all directions, their hurried footsteps like a rapid drumbeat, pounding on Fang Rourou's fragile nerves.

Fang Rourou's eyes instantly filled with tears of sadness and despair, which rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably like beads from a broken string.

Her hands frantically reached for the ground, trying to grab the fallen veil and conceal her face again. But her hands trembled so badly that she couldn't grasp the thin veil.

"Why, why did you do this to me..."

Her lips trembled, and her voice was so faint as to be barely audible, as if it were a lament from the depths of her soul.

Her body trembled violently, like a withered leaf shivering in the cold wind in late autumn, lonely and helpless.

Fang Xiaoxiao's face was filled with curiosity and doubt.

Her gaze was fixed on the red spots on Fang Rourou's face, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.

Where did these red spots come from? Why does Fang Rourou always cover them with a veil?

But when she saw Fang Rourou's heartbroken appearance, the curiosity that welled up in her heart was instantly replaced by heartache.

"Sister Rou Rou, don't be sad, there's definitely a way to cure this redness."

Fang Xiaoxiao quickly squatted down, gently held Fang Rourou's trembling hands, her gaze firm and warm, trying to give her some comfort and strength.

Just then, Li Laoliu, who had already left, returned for some unknown reason.

When he saw Fang Rourou's face, his small, beady eyes were first stunned, then a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"Haha, what did I think it was? Turns out it's an ugly monster! No wonder she wears a veil all the time!"

Li Laoliu's laughter was like the hooting of an owl, sharp and mournful.

He stood with his hands on his hips, his obese body shaking with laughter, his smug expression making you want to punch him.

Fang Rourou's body trembled even more violently from anger and shame, and tears flowed freely like a burst dam. Her lips were bitten so deeply that they bled, but she seemed to feel no pain.

Fang Xiaoxiao's eyes instantly blazed with fury. She stood up abruptly, her eyes wide with anger, pointed at Li Laoliu, and shouted, "Shut up! You're not allowed to talk about Sister Rourou like that!"

Her voice was hoarse with anger, and her chest heaved violently, like a lion cub about to pounce on its prey.