"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.
The fat man quickly unlocked the handcuffs binding Jacob's wrists and handed him a pen and paper. Jacob jotted down a prescription and handed it back to him. "Drink it twice a day
