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"Please wait here for a moment, sir. I'll be right back." Lin Ping smiled faintly at the old man, naturally not wanting him to get involved in this mess.

"Xuanji Hall is not yet open. May I ask what brings you here?" Lin Ping replied irritably.

If the other party were a patient who sincerely sought medical treatment, Lin Ping would naturally treat him with courtesy. However, he had a murderous look on his face and walked with a gust of wind. If he were to actually describe an illness, he would probably say that the patient had lost his mind.

"Not open yet? How did that old fellow get in there?" the man said angrily, pointing at the old man sitting with his back to him.

Lin Ping understood that the other party was here to cause trouble, so there was no need to explain so much politely. He said directly, "If you are here for treatment, this clinic welcomes you. If you are here to cause trouble, then I'm sorry, I cannot entertain you."

The implication is clear: good riddance, but if you absolutely have to see me off, it'll be with fists and kicks. I, Lin Ping, specialize in dealing with all kinds of dissent; you can try me if you don't believe me.

Lin Ping was quite confident in his unique skill, the "Dragon Claw Hand," and if all else failed, he would add a "Child-Severing Kick" to ensure the customer's satisfaction.

"Pah, pah, pah! You're the one who's sick! Your whole family is sick!" the visitor grumbled, never giving him a friendly look.

"Give my regards to your mother," Lin Ping said with a forced smile, clearly about to strike with both hands and feet. Even Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen beside him were eager to join in.

This is great! Not only can I learn medicine, but I can also learn how to fight.

"Does your clinic have any official documents approved by the government?" the visitor asked sarcastically.

After hearing this, Lin Ping lowered his fist, realizing that the other party was not a mindless thug, but rather a cunning extortionist.

Before long, Zhao Ritian placed some official documents in front of the other party and then respectfully handed them to Lin Ping.

Since Doctor Zhang gave the clinic to Lin Ping, how could he not have made proper preparations? Otherwise, how could he compete with Yiyuantang?

Lin Ping initially thought the other party was a troublemaker sent by Yiyuantang and would have no choice but to leave dejectedly after seeing the official document. However, to his surprise, the other party smiled even more brightly.

"Since this is a legitimate medical clinic, you should buy your medicine from Huimin Pharmacy, don't you know that?" the man said sarcastically.

"As expected, he's a corrupt official who takes bribes and demands kickbacks!" Lin Ping roughly guessed the other party's identity.

Huimin Pharmacy was not a commercial establishment, but a government agency under the Imperial Medical Academy. Without proper procedures, one could not expect to buy medicinal herbs.

"I don't know!" Lin Ping replied without any politeness, showing no respect whatsoever to the other party.

Hua Du has explained it all, and you still don't understand? The man was speechless, but forced himself to say, "Within Yingtian Prefecture, any legitimate medical clinic must buy its medicine from Huimin Pharmacy; otherwise, it's a violation! Now you understand!"

"I still don't understand!" Lin Ping replied irritably.

It wasn't that Lin Ping was being argumentative, but rather that the other party's words didn't hold up to scrutiny. If there really were such explicit regulations, once the clinic's official documents were approved, Huimin Pharmacy should have proactively delivered the medicine, instead of listening to your arrogant clamor.

Regular medical clinics do want to buy medicine from Huimin Pharmacy because the medicines there are of good quality, but this is not a hard and fast rule, and neither party has an obligation to buy or sell. As a result, the people at Huimin Pharmacy took advantage of the situation and made things difficult for regular medical clinics that came to buy medicine.

Lin Ping loathed these people's faces and didn't even plan to buy medicine from Huimin Pharmacy. There were always some good quality medicines in the private market. He could just buy a few acres of land and hire some herbalists to produce and sell his own medicines.

"I am Zhuang Shisan, the deputy clerk of Huimin Pharmacy. If you want me to buy medicine from you, you'll have to bribe me with a thousand taels of silver first," the man said bluntly, not daring to explain further to Lin Ping.

Lin Ping was initially angry, but upon hearing the name Zhuang Shisan, he almost burst out laughing and asked, "Is it the Arabic numeral thirteen?"

Zhuang Shisan really did run into Ping Ye's head. If I don't kick you to pieces today, you really won't know how to write the word "pain".

"A thousand taels of silver..." Lin Ping rummaged in his pocket as he approached Zhuang Shisan.

The other party was delighted, waiting for the pile of silver. He said it was for bribing officials, but in reality, it was all going into his own pocket, since he had the right to control the medicinal herbs.

"Go to hell!" When Lin Ping got close enough to his opponent, he suddenly unleashed a flying kick, his toes landing squarely on the opponent's crotch.

The kick was solid and hit the vital spot. Zhuang Shisan jumped around in pain, his O-shaped mouth making the same sound repeatedly, all of them awkward and low.

Even if that kick didn't shatter the eggs, Zhuang Shisan would still need to consume a lot more supplements.

"You brat, how dare you hit me! Men, arrest this kid and smash up the clinic while you're at it!" Zhuang Shisan shouted, and six burly men strode in.

Although they weren't the most troublesome yamen runners responsible for arresting criminals, they were still government officials. Now that Lin Ping had openly assaulted the deputy director of Huimin Pharmacy, arresting him was entirely justified.

Lin Ping involuntarily took two steps back, pondering whether he should take out his crossbow.

To be honest, he underestimated the abilities of these local bullies. They could easily crush him in the shadows, as easily as crushing an ant.

Lin Pingyi, you have neither martial arts skills nor power. If you continue to be so righteous and hate evil, who knows when you will get burned.

But he was not satisfied. If he could be bullied by others so easily, he would rather stay peacefully in Jiangcheng Prefecture. He was even less likely to gain the favor of powerful and influential people.

"Ping-ye, run! Go find Doctor Zhang for help. We'll hold them off here!" Zhao Ritian said to Ye Liangchen seriously, showing a hint of loyalty.

"You're really loyal!" Lin Ping gave the two a thumbs up. Just as he was about to decline and run away, he found that the two had been beaten black and blue.

Lin Ping's cool demeanor only lasts for three seconds, which is his norm, and even those around him are affected by it.

"You'd better kneel down and kowtow, otherwise..." Lin Ping's expression turned cold, his hand gripping the crossbow tightly, about to pull it out.

"Are you scared out of your wits? You should be the one kneeling and begging for mercy, and you should even use your tongue to soothe my two wounded little hearts," Zhuang Shisan said angrily, already spreading his legs and about to unzip his pants.

"You're asking for death!" Lin Ping was completely enraged. You can insult me, but don't insult my sexual orientation. I'm straight, straighter than a steel bar.

Just as Lin Ping was about to take out his crossbow, a large hand suddenly patted Lin Ping's shoulder and said, "Leave it to me!"

Just as Lin Ping was hesitating, the old man who had been sitting on the wooden stool stood up. His sharp eyes were filled with anger as he coldly said to Zhuang Shisan, "As the deputy director of the Huimin Pharmacy, you not only do nothing for the people, but you also dare to openly extort and blackmail them. I think you've been too comfortable in this position."

Zhuang Shisan was about to curse "old geezer" when he clearly saw that familiar yet terrifying face. He broke out in a cold sweat, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground.