In the front of the shop, Yun Jiao was diagnosing a patient.
Mrs. Li did not disturb her and went to sit on the row of chairs.
This row of chairs was originally prepared by Yun Jiao for customers to rest when there were many in the shop. However, the business hadn't picked up much, and the chairs were often empty.
Yun Jiao's patient was a woman.
Though it was warm in March, the woman wore a cloak, with even the hood on.
Yun Jiao first asked her, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
The woman lowered her head, her voice was extremely low, and after a while, she said, "Below, I feel uncomfortable below."
Yun Jiao remained composed, "What are the symptoms?"
The woman's head was lowered further, "First, some red spots appeared, and later, later the red spots disappeared, but it became patchy, neither painful nor itchy."
"I, I had previously consulted a doctor, and they said it was—yaws."
Yun Jiao nodded, reached for the pulse.
The pulse was rough and obstructed.
