Yun Jiao shook her head indifferently, "I'm sorry, I can't treat your illness."
Originally, if Zheng Juren only wanted to take her as a concubine and she didn't agree, it wouldn't have been a big deal, and there would be no vendetta.
But that day, he not only humiliated her, but later also took her to court, forming a deep grudge.
Zheng Juren was almost crying with anxiety.
Some time ago, he developed an ulcer down there, it wasn't painful or itchy, so he didn't pay attention to it.
Who knew, recently, red rashes suddenly appeared all over his body, he felt lethargic, and had a fever, so he went to see a doctor.
The doctor said he had syphilis and that it couldn't be cured.
Zheng Juren took the medicine home, but after a few days, there was no improvement.
Hearing that Doctor Gu from Renxin Hall is now the best in Xiang City, he gritted his teeth and came looking for her.
