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

Getting a position at the Imperial Medical Academy is something every doctor dreams of, and it was an opportunity for Lin Ping as well.

However, he wasn't particularly interested. The Imperial Medical Academy was a government institution with a well-established promotion system.

Even though it was Dr. Hua who introduced him, Lin Ping could only start as a doctor at the very bottom.

Even if one performs well, one can only be promoted every two years, and it takes six years before one can become a royal physician and truly come into contact with the royal family and nobility.

I'm afraid that by then Jiang Yunying's children will be able to call him uncle.

Lin Ping wanted to be a troublemaker, to throw the long-peaceful Yingtian Prefecture into chaos, and then catch the big fish himself.

Therefore, Lin Ping wanted to refuse, but didn't want to give up this opportunity to pretend to be an official.

He asked in a serious tone, "May I ask, Physician Hua, once you're in the Imperial Hospital, can you still treat ordinary people?"

I, Lin Ping, care deeply for the common people of the world. How could I become a nobleman's private physician? Therefore, I'm sorry, but I, Lin Ping, will not be going to the Imperial Hospital!

"The divine physician is indeed extraordinary; I was narrow-minded." Physician Hua hurriedly apologized for breaking his promise. Such a divine physician belongs to all the people, not just the emperor.

Just like Hua Tuo during the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Cao suffered from gout and wanted Hua Tuo to become his personal physician, but Hua Tuo refused, and in the end... well, it was quite tragic.

"Xiao Tian, ​​Xiao Chen, hurry up and go to Huimin Pharmacy to buy medicine." Lin Ping handed the two a thousand taels of silver, deliberately putting on airs in front of Physician Hua.

The important person hasn't left yet, why are you already busy with all sorts of trivial matters? The doors of Huimin Pharmacy have always been open, there's no need to be busy now.

However, did Lin Ping intend to buy medicine at Huimin Pharmacy?

Of course not. The medicines at your Huimin Pharmacy are only ranked second; the medicines from the Imperial Hospital are the best.

As expected, Physician Hua waved his hand to stop him, saying, "A divine physician with miraculous healing skills cannot use such inferior medicinal materials. From now on, all the medicinal materials for your clinic will be directly supplied by the Imperial Hospital. As for the price, you can only charge the cost."

That's so... satisfying to hear.

Lin Ping didn't refuse. In order not to give the other party a chance to back out, he immediately said, "Then I'll gladly accept your offer!"

"Not even a few polite words?" Physician Hua was astonished, growing increasingly fond of Lin Ping's shameless nature.

"Xiao Tian, ​​Xiao Chen, hurry up and go with Physician Hua to buy medicine!" Lin Ping said sternly, while also taking out another five thousand taels of silver...

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; once it's gone, it's gone forever.

The Imperial Medical Academy's medicinal herbs would be snapped up in the market if they were just thrown in casually. Lin Ping suddenly didn't want to run a clinic anymore. Being a middleman who resold medicinal herbs wouldn't be bad either; he could make money while lying in bed.

These two were clearly more astute than Lin Ping had imagined. One followed behind Physician Hua, while the other went to hire carriages and horses. They had to ensure that the Imperial Medical Academy's medicinal herbs filled the kitchen of Xuanji Hall, and ideally, fill the warehouse.

Physician Hua immediately regretted it, but as a person of high status, a single spit or phlegm stuck to the ground and couldn't be wiped off, so he couldn't back out.

Actually, five thousand taels of silver isn't much. Even if sold to Lin Ping at cost price, it wouldn't be too low. Ordinary Panax notoginseng and wolfberries are naturally not expensive, but what about thousand-year-old wild ginseng? I estimate that this amount of money wouldn't even buy it.

This depends on the skills of the two medical apprentices; they should try to buy as many rare medicinal herbs as possible in addition to the commonly used ones.

After the group left, the clinic became quiet again. Lin Ping walked along the main hall into the backyard, which was a simple courtyard house with three main rooms and four side rooms on the north side, and two wing rooms and two side rooms on each of the west sides. It wasn't luxurious, but it was spacious and bright.

The courtyard is filled with various tools for pounding and decocting medicine, as well as a small flower garden, which is the finishing touch.

Lin Ping chose the main room on the east side as his bedroom, and lay comfortably on the not-so-large sandalwood bed, savoring the antique charm.

With a clinic, he had a place to stay, which was a great start. Lin Ping was confident that he could make great strides in Yingtian Prefecture.

"Wife, wait for me!" Lin Ping gazed at the empty, dark roof, his eyes filled with light.

He never forgot the purpose of his trip, nor did he ever forget Jiang Yunying's every smile and frown.

That once icy beauty seemed to smile gently at him every day. Lin Ping was certain that this was love, the purest and brightest kind of love.

Sometimes he wished that he and Jiang Yunying were ordinary people, living a simple yet romantic life. With his quirky and clever mind, he could definitely do something romantic every day, even to the point that Jiang Yunying would get tired of it.

However, he was always the one whose fate played tricks on him. He thought that after helping the city lord's mansion solve various crises, he could live a shameless life with his wife. Who knew that Jiang Lanfeng would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Lin Ping abhorred the practice of arranged marriages and even secretly vowed to break this outdated custom.

Lost in thought, he fell asleep. This had been Lin Ping's usual state for the past few days: either he was full of energy when he was busy, or he was listless when he was idle.

I woke up at noon, disturbed by the clanging noises in the lobby.

Upon closer inspection, it was Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen carefully handling the medicinal herbs. The quality of the herbs could be seen from the light in their eyes.

The two of them placed the medicinal herbs one by one according to the small characters written in red pen on the medicine cabinet.

For a medical clinic, medical apprentices play a vital role. Although their medical skills are not yet proficient, they can identify most medicinal herbs, which is a basic skill for medical students.

"Have you two read the Suwen and Lingshu?" Lin Ping asked casually.

These two books, collectively known as the "Huangdi Neijing," were the very books that nearly drove Lin Ping to the brink of vomiting blood back then. There was no other way; the basic skill for learning medicine was memorization.

The two men's eyes lit up, clearly having heard of these two names. They both shook their heads in a silly manner, saying, "We have never seen such a precious book before."

The *Huangdi Neijing* (Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic) was not written by the Yellow Emperor, but rather by physicians throughout history, likely taking shape during the Western Han Dynasty. However, the Western Han Dynasty is not a historical period, and the complete text's existence is still uncertain. It's even less likely that it fell into the hands of two young medical students.

Moreover, the entire book contains 140,000 characters, all in classical Chinese, which Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen cannot understand. Annotations are necessary, which would expand the book to at least 300,000 to 400,000 characters. Even though movable type printing is now widespread, bamboo paper remains expensive, and it would probably cost at least ten taels of silver to buy.

This shows that only wealthy people could afford to read books; children from poor families couldn't afford them.

"I wonder if the Imperial Hospital has a complete copy. I'll ask Physician Hua another day, or if that doesn't work, I'll just copy it by hand," Lin Ping muttered to himself.

Handwritten? You can memorize these two books? The two were filled with admiration and felt fortunate to have become Lin Ping's medical apprentices.

They will definitely sever ties with the Paradise Hall in the future; they dare not be two-faced with Lin Ping.

"Ninth Master, we just heard that Miss Li died today. Tsk tsk... what a waste of talent." Zhao Ritian said with regret.