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

In one day, Lin Ping received dozens of patients, and even after dusk, there was still a long queue outside the door.

After confirming that there were no critically ill patients, Lin Ping ordered Zhao Ritian to close the door, and then nearly fell asleep on the table.

Although it's just a matter of talking, sitting like that all day still caused back pain, and he didn't even have a proper lunch.

There's no way around it; spiritual nourishment is more delicious than any delicacy. Lin Ping felt genuinely happy when he saw the smiling faces of the people.

One day was enough for him to completely fall in love with the industry, and it wasn't just empty talk like before.

"Brother Ping, if it weren't for that little fat sheep, we would have suffered a huge loss today," Ye Liangchen reminded him.

Apart from that young master, Lin Ping's highest fee never exceeded one or two taels of silver, making it a complete loss.

"Don't worry, tomorrow's guests are all from wealthy families. I'll earn at least ten thousand taels of silver," Lin Ping said listlessly, showing no interest in money.

"Ten thousand taels?" Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen both gasped, they had never seen so much money before.

Lin Ping said this because he was certain that the clinic's reputation had spread, and wealthy people who valued their lives would come to beg the divine doctor to examine their bodies even if they were healthy.

Therefore, he was prepared to fleece these rich people, and ten thousand taels of silver was a conservative estimate.

However, this would mean that the poor would not have the opportunity to be treated by Lin Ping, and how could they possibly compete with the rich?

"Master Ping is indeed amazing. I'm sure he'll be able to open a branch in just a few days, and then he'll surpass Yiyuantang and Jiletang!" Ye Liangchen said confidently.

With an income of 10,000 taels a day, that's 100,000 taels in ten days. You can just pick any shop in Yingtian Prefecture. If this trend continues, it's very likely that you'll be able to crush all the other medical clinics.

"Open a branch? Who will be there to see patients?" Lin Ping replied irritably, naturally not wanting these two to be all talk and no action. A ten-story building begins with a single step; things must be done one step at a time.

Ye Liangchen was speechless for a moment, and he also knew that Xuanji Hall relied entirely on Lin Ping and had no ability to open branch halls at all.

"After tomorrow, Xuanji Hall will refuse entry to the wealthy!" Lin Ping's words were startling, immediately taking the two men by surprise.

Rich people are not allowed in?

So what is your source of income?

Are we just going to sit around and squander our savings?

That's right, it really is a case of sitting around and living off one's savings. If it weren't for the need to earn some capital, Lin Ping would have immediately put up a sign that reads: "Dogs and rich people are not allowed."

"Perhaps we can write numbers on bamboo sticks and treat patients one by one according to the number order. This way, we can eliminate the phenomenon of cutting in line." Zhao Ritian hurriedly shared his brilliant idea that he had been thinking about all day, hoping to get Lin Ping's approval.

He knew that Lin Ping had a heart for healing the sick and did not want the illnesses of ordinary people to be delayed because of the rich cutting in line. That's why he came up with the idea of ​​not allowing the rich to enter. But if there were numbers, the rich would not have the opportunity to cut in line, and the problem would be solved.

"A queue number? Interesting!" Lin Ping looked at Zhao Ritian in surprise, not expecting this kid to have some brains. Just as the other party was smiling the most, he continued, "Let me ask you, if a rich person offered ten taels of silver to a poor person for a relatively early number, would the poor person sell it?"

"Ten taels of silver?" Zhao Ritian's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, "Sell, sell, sell!"

Ten taels of silver can change a family's situation, even more important than a life, especially for the elderly who are already on their deathbeds. Why not earn some money for the younger generation before they die? Therefore, Zhao Ritian's answer resonated with most people.

"What if someone arrives early, buys all the waiting numbers, and then sells them at high prices to terminally ill people? Would they buy them?" Lin Ping continued to ask.

Zhao Ritian was speechless. In his opinion, if the person who got sick was a young and strong man, he would most likely buy it. Even if it was an elderly person, as long as the price was within two taels of silver, he would not hesitate to buy it.

Therefore, queuing for a number is not a panacea, and it has even spawned the "scalper" industry.

In other words, if Zhao Ritian can think of a solution, why wouldn't I, Lin Ping, think of one?

In order to prevent the wealthy from disrupting order, Lin Ping stuck to his original point of view and directly cut off their hopes of seeing a doctor.

Did that spoiled brat really have such a compassionate heart?

It's possible that Lin Ping has undergone gender reassignment surgery.

Of course, he made this decision purely for fame and reputation! In other words, it's all about creating a buzz!

In today's world, there are not many people who are called miracle doctors, and Lin Ping is not the only one. At least many people come because of the name of Physician Hua, which means that the other party is more famous than him.

But if a doctor is a miracle worker who doesn't treat the rich, that would be extraordinary; he would surely gain widespread support and become famous. Even some high-ranking officials in the court would likely hear the news.

Some might say, "The lives of the poor are lives, but the lives of the rich aren't?" Lin Ping, you have too strong a class mentality; you clearly look down on the rich.

That's not the case. If a rich person really gets a serious illness, they can simply wear tattered clothes, wait in line outside, and even spend less money.

These thoughts could not be spoken aloud, leaving Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen standing there in a daze. They naturally couldn't persuade Lin Ping otherwise, and the road ahead seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

The next morning, Lin Ping was awakened again by the noise outside the door. After a quarter of an hour of nap, he finally crawled out of bed, still half asleep.

Just as Lin Ping had predicted, a large number of wealthy people had gathered outside the gate, each accompanied by their servants, who rudely pushed the poor people behind them.

This time, Ye Liangchen acted as the doorman, while Zhao Ritian was in charge of dispensing the medicine, ensuring that everyone received the treatment.

"Miracle doctor, please take a look at me." Another burly, wealthy young man walked in.

Under Lin Ping's instructions, Ye Liangchen learned his lesson and would close the door every time someone came in to prevent others from eavesdropping.

It wasn't that Lin Ping's medical skills were particularly mysterious, but rather that he couldn't let others see him pretending to be a charlatan.

He knew that most of these wealthy people were not actually ill; they were simply obese or weak. He should prescribe medicine to clear heat and reduce internal fire. He couldn't let these wealthy people know that they all had the same ailment; otherwise, Lin Ping's reputation would be ruined.

Lin Ping's acting skills are quite remarkable. He describes the same disease in different ways, and even the incantations and actions of the god possession are different. The prescriptions he writes are also varied.

However, they are all prescriptions for clearing heat and reducing inflammation, including: Qingying Decoction, Rhinoceros Horn and Rehmannia Decoction, Coptis Decoction, etc.

The income for that day was naturally considerable, even exceeding Lin Ping's expectations, amounting to a full 15,000 taels of silver.

The two medical apprentices stared blankly at the silver notes, feeling a pang of heartache at the thought of refusing entry to the wealthy starting tomorrow, as if they were throwing silver into the water with tears in their eyes.

Compared to the money, the two valued the prescriptions more. Although most of the prescriptions were not rare, some were worth a fortune. Whether they could truly learn the knowledge depended entirely on their comprehension.

On the morning of the third day, when the two men put up a sign that read "Rich people and dogs not allowed," everyone was in an uproar.