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

Led by the servant, Lin Ping walked south along the Qinhuai River for about fifteen minutes, and finally found a shop without a door in the most bustling area. Judging from the servant's fawning expression, he could guess what was going on.

Lin Ping roughly observed the surrounding environment. There were shops on both sides, making it a typical commercial street. It was also not far from the neighborhoods where ordinary people lived, making it the CBD of Yingtian Prefecture.

"Yiyuantang?" Lin Ping was pleasantly surprised to find that Yiyuantang was right across from this shop.

At this point, he roughly understood Dr. Zhang's intentions: it was true that he was helping him with various procedures, but he also wanted to use him to bring down Yiyuantang.

The clinic has practically opened up right on people's doorsteps. Isn't its purpose obvious enough?

Therefore, this clinic was destined to offend people even before it opened for business.

However, offending people is in Lin Ping's nature; he feels restless if he doesn't offend someone for a day.

How can we show Master Ping's skills if we don't beat up a few idiots?

Lin Ping was only a little annoyed at being used by Doctor Zhang, but after weighing the options, he reluctantly accepted it.

Before we even entered, there were rows of horse-drawn carriages lined up in front of the gate, all loaded with practical medical equipment for the clinic. It took several young men quite a while to carry them all.

Lin Ping wanted to pay, but these people refused to accept it, clearly indicating that Dr. Zhang had paid in advance.

Upon entering, another young man in a blue shirt and small hat was energetically wiping the dust off the medicine shelf with a rag.

"Greetings, Physician Lin!" Upon seeing Lin Ping, the servant greeted him with a smile, his bright eyes darting around, clearly displaying his cleverness.

"Who are you two?" Lin Ping asked with a hint of curiosity, though he had already guessed their identities.

"I'm the healer's apprentice, here to assist you. We're both young and strong, so please feel free to use us!" one of them said, patting his chest with a serious expression.

The attendants of high-ranking officials were called "long-servants," the attendants of scholars were called "book boys," and the attendants of doctors were called "medical boys"—these were the two types of people.

This must be another deliberate arrangement by Doctor Zhang, clearly intended to have the two learn medical skills from Lin Ping so that they could be used by the Paradise Hall in the future.

Lin Ping was resistant to this, not wanting others to plant spies around him. Just as he was about to refuse, the two spoke up again.

"If the divine physician does not despise us, we two will certainly do our utmost to assist you and learn medical skills in the process. As for Doctor Zhang, that is of no importance."

The two men's fawning faces were tinged with seriousness, an expression they seemed to have picked up from somewhere.

These words shocked Lin Ping. They made no attempt to conceal their purpose and explained the underlying interests.

It means that you are the real miracle doctor, and we will be well off with you. Although we were sent by Doctor Zhang, we will not betray you.

Upon careful consideration, this makes sense. Lin Ping likes this clever and honest young man. Moreover, he also wants to pass on his medical skills. It would be difficult to save the world's people by relying on his own strength alone.

If conditions permit, he even wants to recruit disciples from all over the world to benefit the people of Wu Kingdom and even the entire Daye Kingdom.

"Let them stay for now." Lin Ping nodded with some satisfaction. "What are your names?"

"Our names are humble and unworthy of respect. Today, being able to become disciples of the divine physician is like a rebirth. Please, divine physician, bestow upon us names!" The two bowed their heads humbly, almost kneeling to formally become his disciples.

"This is a bit difficult for me; I'm not good at naming people," Lin Ping said, scratching his head as if deep in thought.

Lin Ping, don't you like giving people names?

What about Leonardo DiCaprio?

I suppose you're thinking of a really cool name.

The two men remained bowed, waiting patiently for Lin Ping to bestow names upon them.

"How about this? I see that you two are full of vigor, like the morning sun. How about we name you Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen?" Lin Ping stroked his chin, quite pleased with his masterpiece.

"I am Zhao Ritian!"

"I am Ye Liangchen!"

"Greetings, Divine Physician!"

The two knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times as a formal ceremony to become disciples.

"From now on, you don't need to call me the Divine Doctor, just call me..." Lin Ping continued, "...call me Ninth Master!"

Thus, Zhao Ritian, Ye Liangchen, and Ninth Master, three resounding names, were officially born, and they were bound to do something extraordinary in Yingtian Prefecture.

These two were among the first group of followers recruited by Lin Ping, and they made indelible contributions to the company's future growth and expansion.

"Ninth Master, what is the name of our clinic? We will definitely crush Yiyuantang and Jiletang under our feet!" Zhao Ritian said confidently, reiterating his stance.

"The name of the clinic?" Lin Ping fell into thought again. It was quite...exciting to have an uneducated playboy like him come up with names one after another.

"A doctor should have a benevolent heart and a heart to heal the sick and save lives. How about we call it Xuanji Hall?" Lin Ping finally came up with a proper name.

"We will heed your teachings, Ninth Master, and take it upon ourselves to practice medicine and help the world!" Ye Liangchen's face was dignified, and his vigorous eyes gazed into the distance, giving off a sense of looking forward to the future.

The clinic hadn't opened yet, and there were still many miscellaneous things to do. Doctor Zhang had only helped him rent a shop and dispatched two medical apprentices, but he hadn't helped him purchase medicinal herbs.

Medicinal herbs are scarce items, even directly controlled by the Imperial Medical Academy. Doctor Zhang couldn't help you. Besides, they don't think you, Lin Ping, need medicinal herbs. You already know the Soul-Resurrection Needle and the Life-Extending Spell, why would you need medicine? Go and earn your ten-copper-coin consultation fee honestly!

Lin Ping was also somewhat at a loss, as he had no idea how to obtain the medicinal herbs. Fortunately, the two young medical students knew a little about it and gave Lin Ping a general explanation.

The best quality medicinal materials came from the Imperial Medical Academy, while slightly inferior ones were managed by the Huimin Pharmacy. The ones circulating in the market were all junk.

The Imperial Medical Academy rarely sells its medicinal materials outside the hospital; they are only for internal use. Most medical clinics purchase their medicinal materials from the Huimin Pharmacy. As for some itinerant doctors, they mostly buy those from the market or go up the mountain to collect herbs themselves.

In other words, the most legitimate way for Lin Ping to purchase it was through Huimin Pharmacy.

“Our Xuanjitang has just opened and has not yet been registered with Huimin Pharmacy. Ninth Master, you should prepare more money,” Zhao Ritian said tactfully.

The meaning couldn't be clearer: Huimin Medical Bureau is a government agency, and the officials there don't behave very well. Even if you are a miracle doctor, you still need to bribe your way in and out; otherwise, don't even think about getting the medicine.

"Indeed, it's a fine tradition that has been passed down for five thousand years!" Lin Ping said sarcastically, his eyes full of disdain.

He detested this kind of extortion and bribery, and even though he didn't need the money, he was still unhappy. "My clinic has all the proper permits," he thought, "why should I have to charge extra?"

Just as Lin Ping was furious, an elderly man dressed in fine clothes with white hair came to the door. He coughed incessantly and asked in a weak voice, "Is Doctor Lin here? This old man has come to see you for treatment."