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

Even a good horse won't eat the grass it's already grazed, let alone Lin Ping, who simply won't eat grass at all...

Changing a decision that has already been made would be incredibly embarrassing and would lower one's status. One might even be looked down upon by Physician Hua, and end up not even getting a chance to carry a bag, let alone meet those princes and nobles.

Lin Ping naturally wouldn't overly blame Zhao Ritian; he simply soothed his bottom with affection.

The three of them spent the afternoon sorting out medicines. They couldn't help but admire the high quality of these herbs. Lin Ping even felt that using these herbs to treat common colds and fevers was a waste of their resources.

Why spend money to buy medicine when a cup of hot water can solve the problem?

"Sigh, I'm finally going to become someone who pretends to be a sheep but sells dog meat." Lin Ping shook his head helplessly. Although he majored in traditional Chinese medicine, he has so far saved people more often using modern medical methods.

Therefore, Lin Ping felt it necessary to brush up on traditional Chinese medicine theory and then promote it in practice, perhaps even gaining some new insights that would be remembered for generations to come.

After arranging the medicinal herbs, the three of them hung up the heavy plaque on the door, finally making it look like a medical clinic.

Lin Ping had originally planned to promote the business extensively when he opened, but then felt that it wouldn't be appropriate. After all, he wasn't a vegetable seller, and that would lower his social standing. Besides, his reputation as a miracle doctor had already spread, and he was sure there would be a steady stream of patients.

It was nearly evening when the signboard was hung up, and passersby did not realize that it was a clinic. The night passed peacefully.

Lin Ping fell into bed and slept soundly, but was constantly awakened by nightmares. He just couldn't forget Jiang Yunying... the way she looked without clothes.

Upon waking up, I could only soften the Xuan paper I had prepared beforehand, and then fall back asleep a minute later.

Whenever he did such shameful things, Lin Ping could only think of Jiang Yunying, and he felt that this was a way of expressing love.

There's no way around it; these days, without cell phones, there are no movies with just two or three people, so the scenes are entirely left to the imagination.

The next day, Lin Ping was woken up by Zhao Ritian with dark circles under his eyes. Zhao Ritian almost kicked him until he vomited blood. It seems that Zhao Ritian is not as smart as Ye Liangchen, which may be the result of losing at rock-paper-scissors.

The reason Zhao Ritian dared to defy public opinion and wake Lin Ping was because a mountain of patients had already gathered outside the door.

Lin Ping pushed open the door, revealing a dense crowd, all shouting "miracle doctor!" This wasn't a clinic; it was a bustling marketplace!

Left with no other choice, he could only close the door again to avoid being drowned in their spittle.

Next, Lin Ping sat in the lobby and instructed Zhao Ritian to let the patients in one by one in order, while Ye Liangchen was responsible for grabbing the medicinal herbs.

The first person was a robust middle-aged man whose worn-out clothes revealed his family situation. He was pale and coughing incessantly.

"Miracle doctor, I've been feeling listless and coughing incessantly for the past few days, with blood in my phlegm. Do I have a serious illness?" the man asked, his voice trembling with tears.

In ancient times, coughing up blood was a serious illness, and most cases were incurable. Men were not afraid of death, but they were afraid that no one would take care of their wives, children and parents after they died.

Lin Ping symbolically took the patient's pulse and checked the patient's oral cavity, finally determining that it was pneumonia caused by seasonal changes.

Treating inflammation in this era without antibiotics is indeed difficult, but fortunately, this disease is chronic and can be completely cured, or even eradicated, by traditional Chinese medicine.

"One dose of Lingzhi drink," Lin Ping said casually.

"Lingzhi drink?" Ye Liangchen was stumped. He was just a medical apprentice and had no idea what Lingzhi drink was.

Lin Ping realized the problem and hurriedly said, "Six parts Ganoderma lucidum, one mace of Schisandra chinensis, one mace of Polygala tenuifolia, four parts Polygonum multiflorum..."

Lingzhi drink is an ancient remedy for pneumonia, but it contains a lot of medicines, which made Ye Liangchen a little dizzy. Fortunately, the kid was quick and efficient, so he didn't waste too much time.

The middle-aged man was stunned, staring blankly at Lin Ping, and said in a low voice, "My family is poor, I'm afraid we don't have the money to buy these medicines..."

This man had heard that Lin Ping only charged ten coins for treating illnesses, but he never expected that he would be prescribed so many herbs right away. It sounded like it would cost several taels of silver, which was tantamount to taking his life.

"It only costs twenty coins in total," Lin Ping said with a smile, handing the wrapped medicine to the man and instructing him, "Decoct one packet daily."

"Twenty coins? Is the divine doctor joking?" the middle-aged man asked doubtfully. Twenty coins probably couldn't even buy the Xuan paper used for packaging. He remembered that the last time he had a cold, it cost him nearly one tael of silver, which was a discounted price from Jiletang. The difference between the two was fifty times.

"If you don't have money, you can take it for free," Lin Ping said with a smile, clearly able to tell how heavy the man's shoulders were with courage.

The middle-aged man finally understood Lin Ping's meaning, and immediately knelt on the ground, expressing his gratitude: "I, Lin Gouzi, will never forget the great kindness and virtue of the divine doctor."

Although it is said that a man's knees are worth gold, kneeling before one's savior is not a shameful thing. It is considered the highest form of gratitude for ordinary people, which shows their simplicity and honesty.

Looking at the man's most genuine smile, Lin Ping was filled with emotion, feeling even more comfortable than if he had won five million in the lottery. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What's your name?"

He was somewhat offended.

"With Master Ping being so soft-hearted, I'm afraid the clinic won't last long," Ye Liangchen said unhappily after the man left.

He personally purchased the medicinal herbs, knowing their high prices. Even at the cost price offered by the Imperial Medical Academy, they would still cost one or two taels of silver. At this rate, the clinic would have to close down in less than a month, unless Lin Ping could continue to invest another five thousand taels of silver.

The crowd outside watched intently, and they all knelt on the ground, praising Lin Ping's character.

This is the most honest and simple people of the Chinese nation. They are grateful for even the smallest favor and will even regard the people as their second parents.

Lin Ping was having a headache. He really wanted to chop Zhao Ritian in half with one palm. What happened to closing the door? Why was there a gap left? It seemed like it was deliberately left for the people to peek through.

With this precedent set, it'll be difficult to collect money again...

Zhao Ritian was also innocent. He originally wanted to let the people see the doctor's skills and attract more patients, but he never expected that Master Ping would not play by the rules and only charge twenty coins for a dose of medicine.

Before leaving, the middle-aged man took out all the copper coins he had, which amounted to only one hundred coins.

Next came an elderly man, who walked in supported by his son, his feverish body convulsing.

"Miracle doctor, my father has been burning up for three days, please save him!" The old man's son knelt down on the ground.

"If that's the case, why didn't you go to the clinic for treatment sooner?" Lin Ping said angrily, wondering if this person was truly filial or just pretending.

"Please don't be offended, Doctor. It's all because I didn't allow my son to take me to the clinic. I won't survive without at least ten taels of silver for this illness," the old man hurriedly explained.

Lin Ping then calmed down. The old man was right; this was severe typhoid fever, and ordinary ephedra decoction was unlikely to cure it completely. Moreover, it was extremely expensive, and most families could hardly afford it.

"Don't worry, old man. I'll prescribe you a dose of Xiao Chai Hu Tang, and I guarantee it will cure you completely. It will only cost one hundred coins," Lin Ping replied with a smile, slightly raising the price.