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

"Old man, we don't have any miracle doctors around here," Lin Ping replied with a smile, his attitude quite respectful.

As a model youth of the 21st century, Lin Ping knows how to respect the elderly and care for the young, and never fights with the elderly for seats on the bus.

If he weren't a spendthrift, he would never have done those things before.

Now that I'm far away from Jiangcheng, I can be myself again, although my personality has been somewhat affected.

"Miracle doctor, you are a miracle doctor!" the old man said excitedly to Lin Ping, then coughed again.

"I am indeed a doctor, but I would hardly be considered a miracle doctor," Lin Ping replied modestly. He hadn't expected that the publicity in ancient times would be so extensive. His clinic hadn't even opened yet, and he already had patients who came because of his reputation. He figured that he would have countless patients in the future.

This is the result Lin Ping wanted, and also the result he didn't want to see.

Having many patients proves his fame, which naturally attracts the attention of powerful figures, allowing him to climb the social ladder step by step.

But if there are too many patients, he can't keep up.

Furthermore, Lin Ping hoped that no one in the world would get sick, and that his clinic would be deserted.

Just like back in the 1980s, pharmacies used to display slogans like "We'd rather have our medicine cabinets gathering dust than see people sick." But now, pharmacy slogans are like this: Medicines, sold cheap! Medicines, sold cheap!! The forceful voices sound like a shouting match.

That's right: Don't miss out, everything is only 9.9 yuan, you won't lose out or be cheated.

"You have the ability to bring the dead back to life, so you are naturally a divine doctor," the old man continued, presumably having heard the legends about Lin Ping.

Lin Ping didn't bother to explain, taking it all as a fair way of addressing himself by the common people.

"Grandpa, are you feeling unwell?" Lin Ping sat at one end of the table, while the old man sat at the other.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but I've been feeling unwell all over lately and I've been coughing a lot," the old man replied with a sigh and a shake of his head.

Lin Ping glanced at the other person briefly and continued, "It's still chilly in early spring, so you should wear more clothes to avoid catching a cold."

The old man was taken aback at first, then smiled and said, "The divine doctor is joking. It is already springtime, so there is no need to continue wearing more clothes."

Just as the old man said, winter has passed and spring is here. The midday sun is even a bit dazzling. Wearing just these clothes makes me feel hot all over, so how can I wear more?

"It's precisely because spring is here and flowers are blooming that your body relaxes and your immunity decreases. But it's very cold in the early morning and evening, and pathogens can easily invade your body, leading to many cases of typhoid fever," Lin Ping explained to the old man with a smile.

The old man was startled again, staring at Lin Ping with a surprised look. Although he did not understand what immunity was, he had concluded from decades of experience that typhoid fever was more common in spring. He thought it was a major breakthrough in the medical field, but Lin Ping, a junior, had just revealed it in one sentence.

"Does the divine doctor mean that after winter, our bodies' ability to resist the cold will weaken?" the old man asked curiously, seemingly unconcerned about his condition.

Lin Ping nodded and said, "All things in this world follow the same principle. Just as a fruit tree can withstand the harsh winter but cannot withstand the frost of spring, poultry and livestock will grow a thick layer of fur in winter, which will fall off on their own in summer."

Therefore, after winter, our resistance is greatly reduced, and we can't withstand the chill in the early morning and evening.

After speaking, Lin Ping asked the old man to open his mouth. He first looked at his tongue, then at his throat for any signs of inflammation, and finally checked his eyelids. He concluded, "It's just a mild case of typhoid fever, nothing to worry about."

"Does a miracle doctor not need to take a pulse to diagnose illnesses?" the old man asked in surprise. He did have symptoms of typhoid fever, but they were very mild, and even the famous doctors at Yiyuantang might not be able to detect them.

In other words, he deliberately contracted typhoid fever to test Lin Ping.

Lin Ping then realized that this was in ancient times, before the advent of modern medical theories, and that pulse diagnosis was a necessary step in treating any illness.

He could only smile and say, "When treating patients, one must observe, listen, inquire, and palpate. I see that your spirits are quite good, but I hear that your breathing sounds a bit unusual. After asking about your condition, I have already reached a conclusion. This last step of taking your pulse is unnecessary."

Lin Ping really wanted to tell the other person that the pulse was just a reflection of the heartbeat from one aspect, and it would be better to just listen to the heartbeat directly.

He was afraid that saying this would provoke the old man's rebuttal, or even make him mistakenly believe that he was a sorcerer.

The old man nodded repeatedly, then asked, "I wonder what medicine I need to take for this illness?"

Lin Ping really wanted to tell the old man, "A cup of hot water will do the trick," but he was afraid the old man wouldn't believe him, so he casually said, "A dose of Xiao Chai Hu Tang will suffice."

"Xiao Chai Hu Tang?" The old man's face paled, and he asked anxiously, "What is Xiao Chai Hu Tang?"

In the minds of many doctors, the best prescriptions for treating typhoid fever use hemp or cinnamon twig as the main ingredients. They have occasionally heard of using kudzu root decoction to treat the disease, but have never heard of using bupleurum decoction to treat typhoid fever.

If an expert heard this, they would likely question Lin Ping. But this old man was different. He had seen a prescription for Xiao Chai Hu Tang in a fragment of an ancient book and tried it himself. The results were excellent. He never expected that a young man like Lin Ping could utter the words "Xiao Chai Hu Tang".

"Two qian of Bupleurum chinense, one qian each of Scutellaria baicalensis, Ginseng, and Pinellia ternata, and five fen of Glycyrrhiza uralensis, decocted and taken orally." Lin Ping wrote a few lines of hasty characters on the Xuan paper with a flourish of his brush.

"This is..." The old man stared wide-eyed at the Xuan paper, puzzled, "What's written on it?"

Lin Ping felt ashamed and resolved to practice calligraphy properly to avoid such an embarrassing situation from happening again.

So Lin Ping read the contents aloud.

The old man's face grew paler as he listened. Before Lin Ping could finish reading the last ingredient, he covered Lin Ping's mouth and said mysteriously, "This prescription is worth a fortune. Divine Physician, you must not tell outsiders."

"Is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a mere Xiao Chai Hu Tang?" Lin Ping wondered. He suddenly realized that this was not any dynasty he was familiar with. The Shang Han Lun was not a common book, and even whether Zhang Zhongjing actually existed was a mystery. Therefore, this Xiao Chai Hu Tang was particularly precious.

Lin Ping roughly understood why those doctors wrote so sloppily; they probably didn't want outsiders to learn their secrets.

"Dr. Lin is young and promising, I admire him greatly!" The old man clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, completely forgetting that he had contracted typhoid fever.

At the same time, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared outside the door. Not only was he arrogant, but he also walked with a swaying gait, just like Lin Ping when he was in Jiangcheng.

"Where is the attending physician?" The man swaggered in, breaking through the double obstruction of Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen.

These two medical apprentices were very clever. They could tell that the other party was of noble status, and they didn't want to get into trouble themselves, nor did they want Xuanjitang to have another enemy.