"Of course, you are," Han Zhiyu said.
"So, listen to me," the doctor said.
"Doctor, I am very busy," Han Zhiyu said. "I have no time to stay in the hospital!"
"Get the medicine back and take it," the doctor said.
"Oh, OK," Han Zhiyu said.
The doctor gave him numerous medicines, including anti-inflammatory, anti-itching, external application, and oral administration.
"What a joke! That quack!" Han Zhiyu left with a pocket full of medicine.
The ulceration on his hand and arm were from when he went to the Pharmacist King and helped the disciple treat his fourth younger brother. He had touched some of the drugs that had not been cleaned up in time. When he left, the disciple of the Pharmacist King had mentioned it to him and said there was no need to worry. So, he didn't take it seriously at the time. He only felt that his arm was cool and quite comfortable.
