"Non... Nonsense," The fat man's face was blushing. In fact, Jacob Ye was right about his symptoms.
"I'm being serious. I bet that you often feel sore on your waist and back, and you must be sweating a lot too, right?" Jacob asked with a smile.
"How... how did you know?" The fat man couldn't help but ask.
"Because I am a miracle doctor, haven't you heard of me before?" Jacob sat up straight and said solemnly, "Why don't I give you a prescription? You'll feel much better after taking three doses."
"Are you... being serious?" The fat man stammered.
"Of course..." Jacob stretched his hands out.