Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Lin Wuqing? This name... is grand and majestic, truly a dragon among men!" Qi Kaizhang pondered for a long time before finally finding a suitable word to describe him.

"Lin Wuqing, Doctor Chen..." The crowd shouted loudly, remembering the name firmly in their hearts, not only because of his superb medical skills, but also because of his heart to heal the sick and save lives.

"Which clinic is the miracle doctor in?" This was everyone's thought. Even if they weren't sick, they wanted Lin Ping to take a look at their health as a precaution, similar to a modern physical examination, and the cost was incredibly low.

"A clinic?" Lin Ping scratched his head, then smiled and said, "Perhaps I'll open one on the banks of the Qinhuai River in the future."

Lin Ping was new to the place and didn't know where to stay, but after being reminded by everyone, he immediately had an idea.

He was a medical student whose biggest dream was to heal the sick and save lives. Unfortunately, there were countless difficulties on this path. Now that he had traveled through time, it was a good opportunity to realize his great ideals and ambitions.

Opening a clinic is a good choice. First, it provides a place to stay; second, it allows one to make a living; and more importantly, it can enhance one's reputation, connect one with powerful figures, and eventually lead to the Lotus Palace.

After all, even the most powerful person will eventually fall ill and will inevitably need your help.

Just like Qi Kaizhang right in front of us.

Lin Ping didn't want to stay there any longer. After getting Qi Kaizhang's address, he strode away, followed by three people.

"Young Master Lin, we meet again." Li Yongnian greeted Lin Ping with a smile.

To be honest, if Lin Ping hadn't intervened, Jiletang would definitely have been crushed by Yiyuantang.

Although Lin Ping is not a member of the Paradise Hall, the fact that Doctor Zhang vouched for him with the Paradise Hall's guarantee just now proves that there is a relationship between the two parties, and the Paradise Hall's reputation will naturally rise accordingly.

"Doctor Li is too kind. I am but a down-on-his-luck man, not some young master." Lin Ping shook his head and smiled bitterly, a kind of self-deprecation.

He was once a man of great success, with money, power, and a wife by his side. Now he is just a homeless, destitute man. How could he not feel sentimental?

"Young Master Lin's medical skills are evident to all. Are you perhaps willing to wander the streets of Yingtian Prefecture?" Doctor Zhang asked rhetorically, seeing that Lin Ping was ambitious, otherwise he would not have come to Yingtian Prefecture alone to suffer.

"I have no other requests than to save lives and heal the wounded," Lin Ping said with a calm and composed smile.

What I mean is, don't think I don't know your little schemes. Master Ping isn't a caged canary that's content just because it's sheltered from the wind and rain. In other words, Master Ping really doesn't care about a mere Pleasure Hall.

As expected, Doctor Zhang immediately said, "If Young Master Lin doesn't mind, you can come to my Paradise Hall to practice medicine. Not only can you earn more money, but you can also gain a greater reputation."

"Can I say I dislike it?" Lin Ping was speechless, but he was too embarrassed to refuse in that tone. After all, you rely on friends when you're out and about, and maybe the Paradise Hall was a great connection for him.

"I'm used to being free and don't like being bound by rules and regulations. I would be content if I could open my own clinic," Lin Ping replied.

At that moment, Li Yongnian hurriedly whispered something in Doctor Zhang's ear, mostly about Lin Ping's background and experiences.

You must not let the other party mistakenly believe that Lin Pingzhen is just a poor doctor; he has plenty of money.

Doctor Zhang first took a deep breath, then smiled and said, "Since Young Master Lin wants to open a clinic, why not entrust this matter to Jiletang? After all, we are more familiar with many things in this area. You just need to go and see patients when the time comes."

Opening a clinic is never an easy task, whether in ancient or modern times. It requires various complicated procedures and approvals. If Lin Ping were to handle it himself, he would have to go through a lot of detours. Now that Jiletang is helping him, it saves him a lot of trouble.

Lin Ping understood Dr. Zhang's intentions: to win him over so he could seek help when he encountered difficulties in the future, and to incidentally put Yiyuantang under pressure.

He wouldn't refuse such a good thing; after a few polite words, he gladly accepted.

After bidding farewell to Li Yongnian and the others, Lin Ping walked alone along the banks of the Qinhuai River. Jiang Yunying's reflection was clearly visible on the calm water, almost causing him to tumble and fall.

"My wife, I will definitely get you back!" Lin Ping shouted loudly with a broad mind, almost attracting a crowd of onlookers again.

In the royal palace, in the main hall, the morning court session had just ended, and the afternoon court session was about to begin.

Generally speaking, morning court is the norm, while afternoon court is an occasional event, only convened when there is an emergency or a major event.

Inside the main hall, all the civil and military officials wore Liang crowns, red silk robes, white gauze undershirts with blue collars and red silk skirts with blue edges, red silk knee coverings, red and white silk belts, leather belts, sashes, white socks, and black shoes.

Among them, the number of beams on the crown distinguishes the rank: the first rank has seven beams, the second rank has six beams, and so on down to the next rank. In addition, the ribbons worn by different ranks are also different.

However, a man in white robes and green clothes knelt in the center and kowtowed, saying, "Your subject, Ye Ran, greets Your Majesty!"

On the dragon throne, the monarch, dressed in a dragon robe, kept looking the white-robed man up and down with his eyes. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "My nephew, you may dispense with the formalities."

The rulers of Wu Kingdom mostly refer to themselves as "I" or "I alone," and occasionally as "I, the lonely one." As for the title "I, the emperor"... the one from Shuntian Prefecture is the true emperor and is the only one worthy of this title.

The man in white robes slowly rose, a smile always on his face.

"My nephew has served in Shuntian Prefecture for many years and must have learned a great deal. He will certainly assist me well in the future." The monarch's voice became authoritative, addressed not only to the man in white robes but also to all the civil and military officials in the court.

This man, named Xia Yeran, was the monarch's nephew. Five years ago, he passed the imperial examination with top honors and served in the Hanlin Academy for two years before going to Shuntian Prefecture for further study.

Just like today, graduates from prestigious universities who go abroad to study become "sea turtles" upon their return, holding a very prestigious status.

However, why would a prince need to take the imperial examination?

Did he even go to Shuntian Prefecture to gain prestige?

The answer is this: Xia Yeran was clever and quick-witted from a young age, thinking of sharing the king's worries. After growing up, she saw many drawbacks of the Wu Kingdom, especially the hereditary system of titles.

After his father's death, he voluntarily gave up the position of Prince, which can be considered a... bad start.

Most of the civil and military officials present held noble titles, and Xia Yeran's actions undoubtedly affected the interests of many people, so they naturally tried every means to suppress him.

"Minister He, I recall that the position of Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel is still vacant." The king said solemnly, his meaning clear: my nephew has returned with honors and is more than qualified to be the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.

The Minister of Personnel, wearing a six-beam headdress, walked unhurriedly to the center and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, a candidate has been chosen for the Right Vice Minister of Personnel."

The selection of officials is a complicated process. The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel is a high-ranking official of the third rank. It cannot be decided by your word alone. It must be decided by everyone. Otherwise, what is the purpose of us court officials?

"When was a candidate chosen? How come I didn't know?" The king's face showed mild anger, clearly dissatisfied with the Minister of Personnel's answer.