I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Fun fact: Ottoman Sultan Mehmed II captured Constantinople on May 29th, thus completely destroying the Eastern Roman Empire.

However, when they returned to the villa prepared by Dr. Janings, they were shocked by what they saw, which was so strange that they felt it was abnormal: Li Lin was sitting quietly on the sofa, with a dim yellow lamp beside him, and an apple floating in the air opposite him.

Li Lin's deep black eyes were like a long night. His elbows were resting on the armrest of the sofa. He and his apple seemed to be chatting about something, with occasional soft laughter of approval and agreement.

What should have been a harmonious scene turned into something quite terrifying because of Li Lin.

After the exiles and Wilting gave a brief introduction to the private clinic, Li Lin smiled and nodded slightly: "So you want me to be the attending physician, right?"

These are words that are so normal they don't sound like something Li Lin would say.

“Yes,” Wilting nodded. “This is very important to us.”

"I see." Li Lin crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa. "So you're still sending out those little ads and stuff, right?"

He seemed not at all averse to impersonating a so-called "divine doctor from the East," but rather enjoyed it.

Li Lin just wanted to return to the Yongcheng Sanatorium and boast to his attending physician: "Look, I'm a doctor now too."

The private clinic is named "Dr. Pavlov's Clinic," and Li Lin is required to be present at the clinic as Dr. Pavlov. When he is in charge of the clinic, he is Dr. Pavlov.

A smug look appeared in Li Lin's dark eyes. As the attending physician, even if he repeated the same things over and over again, it was still a doctor's order.

This means one thing... Li Lin can now openly spout trash talk without any limits.

As if remembering something, the exile added belatedly, "We are just a clinic, not private investigators. We don't do anything just for money."

After all, their primary goal is to maintain safety, and resorting to any means for money will inevitably attract the attention of others.

"What if someone covets my beauty and wants me to sell my body?"

Veltin's calm gaze swept over Li Lin, lingering briefly on his face. He had to admit that even by the Foundation's standards of beauty, Li Lin was a handsome man.

However, his ever-expanding dead fish eyes ruined his dignified and imposing demeanor, making him look like a comical two-headed figure always ready to cause trouble.

“We are a legitimate clinic, nothing like that will happen.” Veltin sighed, habitually adjusting his bowler hat.

After repeated assurances from the exile and Virtue, the persistent Li Lin finally stopped his unreasonable nagging.

"I am Dr. Pavlov, and I am the clinic's boss!" Li Lin declared, wielding the apple as his authority. "As the director, I hereby announce the following two things: First, subordinates are not allowed to kiss their superiors! Second, no wrongdoing will go unpunished! Third, it will still be fucking fair!"

Each of the three orders issued by Li Lin was so compelling that it made people want to complain.

More importantly, although he said there were two things, he talked about three.

"By the way, have you found anything about your candle?" the exile asked. "It's very important to us."

"No!" Li Lin answered confidently, even though he hadn't actually looked at it at all.

Mr. Apple, who was floating opposite, fell into a stunned silence. He had witnessed Li Lin transform from a profound sage into a person without any bottom line.

Seemingly noticing Apple's gaze, Li Lin turned his head and revealed a kind smile: "Child, you're too attached to appearances."

260 Authentic Fat Pig

Sunlight streamed in through the window, spilling onto the floor inside the room.

As time passed, the sunlight gradually moved higher, from the ground to the bed, exposing a somewhat pale face to the light.

What woke Li Lin were the two damned women next door and the rhythmic knocking on the door.

The reputation of Dr. Jannings, the famous anatomist from Munich and hereditary count, and the mysterious Eastern healer was quite impressive. The very next day, some clueless fool came to disturb Master Li's peaceful sleep.

"get up."

The exile rummaged through his suitcase, pulled out a piece of clothing, and threw it onto Li Lin's bed.

Last night, in the middle of the night, Li Lin, who was repeatedly jumping and teasing the strange creatures in the woods at the edge of the forest, had a blank mind for a while before cheerfully answering, "Who?"

"Patients."

"Vildin said succinctly from outside the door."

Li Lin then remembered what they had discussed the night before. He scratched his hair, put on the somewhat mismatched "Oriental robe," and rolled downstairs.

The bright sunshine outside exposed Li Lin, that gloomy fellow, to no avail.

Li Lin was mechanically manipulated by his two assistants, sitting on the futon that the housekeeper had bought the night before. Master Li squirmed uncomfortably, like a cobra.

They had the housekeeper temporarily renovate the hall, replacing the expensive oil paintings on the wall with calligraphy that Virtue had scribbled haphazardly the night before, which looked quite intimidating with its splattered ink.

Li Lin turned his head and saw two large characters written on a 1.5-meter-long scroll.

"A slut?" Li Lin murmured in confusion.

“It’s about being open and honest! Open and honest!” the exile corrected from the side. “What you need to do is fool them, talk about things you’re good at.”

In addition, there was a metal incense burner that the old butler had found in the storeroom overnight. At that moment, Virtue was lighting it with a match, and a strong aroma of mugwort filled the entire living room. For a moment, the room was filled with smoke, like a morgue on fire.

"Then what are you doing?" Li Lin asked.

The exiles realized that Li Lin hadn't listened to a single word they said yesterday.

"The cure lies not in you, but in the years in my hands," the exile explained succinctly. "While you're fooling them, I'll be igniting the years next door, creating enough psychological influence to affect the guests..."

The knocking on the door grew louder, and the exile beckoned to Virtin, and the two quickly slipped into the cubicle.

"If you have nothing else to do, shall we begin now?" The old butler, Franklin, opened the door and led a guest in.

The woman was a somewhat abstract-looking woman who occupied a large area of ​​space and possessed a military-style aesthetic.

Li Lin was filled with awe and leaned back.

"This is Countess Charlotte," the old butler introduced respectfully, then withdrew from the hall.

Lady Charlotte, dressed in a green dress and wearing a wide-brimmed hat inlaid with jewels, was quite satisfied with Li Lin's appearance, and the mysterious reputation of the Eastern Divine Doctor was indeed very attractive.

"You're Dr. Pavlov?"

Lady Charlotte gazed greedily at the man before her, whose face was pale and whose dark eyes were as deep as the night, sitting upright on the futon. She thought to herself that in all the salons she had been to, she had never tasted the flavor of a Ming man.

The enormous Lady Charlotte struggled to sit down in front of Li Lin, the cushion beneath her feet disappearing instantly.

—The two wicked men, Snyder and Wilting, believed that they had to make a grand show, so they outrageously removed all the chairs and replaced them with cushions.

Li Lin didn't seem to notice much of Mrs. Charlotte's flirtatious glances.

On the one hand, he was in a state of enlightenment; on the other hand, would anyone really be interested in an authentic military fortress?

“Doctor…is it because I’m not charming enough?” Mrs. Charlotte looked at Li Lin with a mournful expression. “The young people in the salon are not like that…those young and energetic bodies are always greedily demanding.”

"Get to the point." Li Lin held his breath.

Realizing that Li Lin was different from the men she had met, Mrs. Charlotte did not back down; instead, she became even more interested in him.

“I need my youth,” Mrs. Charlotte said.

This was her real purpose in coming here—the reason Count Jannings had become famous in Munich and other places was because his research on skin had reached a profound level, to the point that he was good at facelift surgery.

It's not difficult for an extraordinary person who follows the principles of mind to make money; they don't even need to use any intangible techniques.

The reason she came here to find the Eastern Divine Doctor was precisely because of Yanings's outstanding achievements. Anyone who could open a clinic in his private residence must have real skills.

Li Lin stared with dead fish eyes and replied, "Then why don't you try exercising?"

The exile and Virtin, who were eavesdropping next door, exchanged a glance and realized they were in trouble.

This kind of behavior, which directly criticizes a guest's physical defects, is tantamount to tap dancing on a minefield.

"Yes."

"She actually admitted it!" The exile who was preparing to burn the embers nearby stared wide-eyed. "Is this woman out of her mind?"

Wilting hesitated, feeling that things were gradually becoming absurd.

Unaware that someone was spying on them from next door, Mrs. Charlotte's plump body writhed like a maggot as she leaned closer to Li Lin, saying in a sweet, cloying voice, "Would you like to exercise with someone else?"

“I’m not willing,” Li Lin said indifferently. “I’m a legitimate doctor, I don’t sell my body.”

Then he remembered that he was a doctor.

With a cold expression, Li Lin began to spew venom: "Also, if you want to stay young, I suggest you release animals back into the wild more often."

"Release animals?" The strange word uttered by Li Lin caught Lady Charlotte's attention. "Is this a custom unique to the Ming Empire?"

"Releasing animals can accumulate merit, and perhaps it will make you look better. Remember to go to the woods then."

To be fair, Li Lin's words were not wrong. In Sichen, the one who is in charge of youth, vitality, and imagination is named Huanshan. Releasing small animals into the woods is essentially a ritual of worship for Huanshan.

In ancient Greece and Mycenae, musicians and playwrights, when lacking inspiration, would sleep in bushes and newly cultivated fields in hopes of gaining the favor of the ring cypress.

This ritual gradually became similar to the rituals of the secret cult of Dionysus, the god of wine—also known as the Moth King with the Vine Crown, the Crypt of the Moth. Only a few people could distinguish the difference, and the Key Hunter was one of them.

Unfortunately, Lady Charlotte knew nothing of this.

"Is there an easier way?" Mrs. Charlotte asked.

"Hold her back, I'm about to finish the ritual." The exile's voice reached Li Lin's ears.

The burning of time takes time, and Xin Dan in Si Chen Zhong is an extremely demanding capitalist who does not allow the slightest mistake.

Li Lin raised an eyebrow and looked at Mrs. Charlotte in front of him: "Get up and turn around."

The enormous Lady Charlotte awkwardly rose and spun around with difficulty.

Master Li said expressionlessly, "You shouldn't be worried about youth, but about other things. You feel dizzy, sometimes weak all over, and easily lose focus and sweat... Most importantly, you sometimes have angina and numbness in your limbs—"