"Senior, can I take a look at the sore on your back?"
"No problem, is it okay here?" Qingye didn't hesitate at all and agreed immediately.
"Let's go to the back." Lin Miao thought for a moment, realizing they might need to treat Qingye back there. It was better to go directly.
"Is she coming along too?" Seeing Sun Youwei following closely, Qingye frowned slightly.
"Medicine knows no gender; to a healer, there are only patients." Lin Miao explained, "Moreover, she is my fiancée."
"Oh." Qingye nodded, saying no more. Since her fiancé didn't mind, why should he, as a patient, care?
In the back, there was a room specifically for full-body examinations.
Lin Miao and Sun Youwei both put on masks. Qingye took off his top, lying prone and naked on the bed, revealing a sore on his back the size of an infant's palm.
A layer of green ointment was applied on it, already dried. The smell of the medicine was mixed with an unpleasant, slightly foul odor, although it was faint.
