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

Chapter 367: This little girl has ruined people's lives!

Upon hearing these words, the fat man's already hesitant steps became even more determined. He endured the pain, broke free from Fang Xiaoxiao's hand, and limped towards the Li Family Clinic.

The Li family clinic was filled with a strong smell of herbs. When Li Laoliu saw the fat man enter, the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by deep disgust and impatience. He squinted at the fat man, looked him up and down, and said sarcastically, "Oh, what are you doing here looking so sickly? We don't have time to deal with your terminal illness."

Upon hearing this, the fat man's face turned deathly pale, and his lips trembled as he said, "Doctor Li, please save me, I can't bear the pain any longer."

Li Laoliu sneered, waved his hand as if shooing away a fly, and said, "Go away, you have a terminal illness, there's no cure. Hurry up and find a good burial site and prepare for your funeral!" His eyes were cold and ruthless, without a trace of pity.

The fat man collapsed to the ground in despair, wailing, "What am I going to do? I don't want to die!" His cries echoed throughout the clinic, sounding particularly pitiful.

Passersby outside the shop shook their heads and sighed when they heard what Li Laoliu said.

"Oh, this fat man is so pitiful." An old man stroked his beard, his eyes full of sympathy.

"The Li Family Medical Clinic is too heartless. How can they just stand by and watch someone die?" a young woman said softly, her face full of indignation.

Seeing this, Fang Xiaoxiao felt a surge of secret joy. She smiled slightly, quickly walked to the fat man's side, bent down, helped him up, and said gently, "Big brother, don't be discouraged. Just because they can't cure you doesn't mean I can't. Come back with me, and I promise I can cure you."

The fat man looked up at Fang Xiaoxiao, his eyes blurry with tears, filled with both a yearning for life and deep doubt and fear. His voice trembled as he asked, "Young lady, can you really cure me?"

Fang Xiaoxiao nodded firmly, her eyes filled with confidence and determination: "Big brother, believe me, I will definitely not let you down."

At this moment, Fang Rourou stood quietly at the entrance of the clinic, watching Fang Xiaoxiao's actions, her expression gradually softening. A hint of appreciation flashed in her eyes, and she nodded gently.

Standing opposite, Li Laoliu saw this scene and turned pale with anger. He roared, "Hmph, you ignorant brat! If you can cure him, I, Li Laoliu, will hang my signboard upside down!"

Fang Xiaoxiao ignored Li Laoliu's shouts and, supporting the fat man, walked step by step towards her clinic. Sunlight shone on them, casting long shadows.

Fang Xiao carefully helped the fat man, step by step, into her family's somewhat dilapidated clinic. Inside the clinic, the light was dim, with a few rays of sunlight struggling to squeeze in through the window cracks, but they failed to dispel the tense atmosphere that permeated the place.

Fang Xiaoxiao gently placed the fat man on the creaking hospital bed. The fat man was like a lump of mud, his obese body sinking heavily into the bed.

His eyes were tightly closed, his face was ashen, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He seemed to have lost his soul, leaving only a lifeless shell.

Fang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner tension.

She first moved closer to the fat man and carefully observed his lifeless face. His complexion was sallow with a bluish-black tinge, as if shrouded in a gloom.

She turned to look at Fang Rourou, her gaze firm yet pleading: "Sister Rourou, could you please prepare a basin of hot water and a few clean towels for me?"

Fang Rourou nodded slightly, her eyes filled with worry, but her steps did not falter at all as she quickly turned around to prepare.

Fang Xiaoxiao turned her gaze back to the fat man, her voice soft yet powerful: "Big brother, please rest assured, I will do my best to treat you."

However, the fat man merely lifted his heavy eyelids slightly, glanced at her, his eyes as empty as a stagnant pool, completely devoid of any emotion, clearly showing no expectation whatsoever from her words.

By this time, the clinic had been surrounded by curious passersby. They craned their necks, whispered among themselves, and a cacophony of voices filled the air.

"Can this little girl handle it? Don't mess around and ruin her life."

An elderly man with a face full of wrinkles shook his head and sighed.

"I think he's just arrogant and doesn't know his own limitations, and just wants to show off."

A wealthy woman dressed in silk robes curled her lip, her eyes full of disdain.

Li Laoliu stood arrogantly at the front of the crowd, arms crossed, a mocking smile on his lips: "Hmph, let's see what she can do. Just wait and see!"

Fang Xiaoxiao seemed oblivious to the outside noise and focused intently on taking the fat man's pulse.

Her slender fingers rested gently on the fat man's thick wrist, her expression focused and solemn.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling the rhythm of her pulse, her brows furrowing as she quickly analyzed the patient's condition.

A moment later, Fang Xiaoxiao's expression became increasingly serious.

She turned her head and said anxiously to Fang Rourou, "Sister Rourou, quick, bring me my medicine box."

Upon hearing this, Fang Rourou's face paled, but she ran like the wind to the location of the medicine box. Her hands trembled as she handed the medicine box to Fang Xiaoxiao, her eyes filled with worry that was almost overflowing.

Fang Xiaoxiao opened the medicine box, skillfully took out several herbs, and placed them on the old wooden table next to her.

She picked up the herbs, held them to her nose and sniffed them lightly, then carefully examined their color and texture, her eyes focused and attentive.

"What kind of lousy herbs are these? No wonder they can't cure diseases!" someone in the crowd shouted.

Fang Xiaoxiao ignored her. She put the herbs into the mortar and pestle and began to crush them with all her might.

Every effort she made was filled with her hopes and unwavering determination.

After preparing the medicine, Fang Xiaoxiao slowly poured the dark green liquid into a rough porcelain bowl, carefully placed it in front of the fat man, and said softly, "Brother, this medicine is bitter, but it is beneficial to your condition. Please drink it first."

The fat man struggled to lift his head, glanced at the bowl of medicine that emitted a pungent smell, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but in the end he took the bowl with trembling hands, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

Fang Xiaoxiao stared intently at the fat man, her eyes filled with concern and nervousness.

Not long after, the fat man's face suddenly contorted in pain. He clutched his stomach tightly with both hands, rolled around on the bed, and groaned in agony.

"Oh no! This little girl has made things worse!" A gasp of alarm erupted from the crowd.

Fang Rourou's face turned deathly pale instantly. She rushed to the bedside in a panic, her voice trembling with tears: "Xiao Xiao, what happened?"