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

After several days of seeing patients, Lin Ping's experience grew richer, and his two medical apprentices worked with him more and more smoothly. Lin Ping only needed to state the name of the prescription, without having to explain each herb in detail.

All thirty patients had been sent away in less than an hour. Those whose conditions were not serious left one after another, but three people in tattered clothes were still waiting outside the door.

"The clinic is closed today, you should head back now," Zhao Ritian said to the three of them in an annoyed tone.

The rules set by Master Ping are ironclad, and even those self-important rich people have to abide by them, let alone these three poor and wretched people.

"It's only noon, why aren't you treating my father who is seriously ill? You're disgracing the name of Xuanji Hall!" the pretty woman argued relentlessly. Despite her tattered and shabby clothes, her inner and outer elegance was undeniable.

Just as Zhao Ritian was about to unleash a torrent of curses, his eyes suddenly fixed on the woman's pretty face, and he shamelessly drooled. He hurriedly rushed into the clinic to report, "Master Ping, there's a seriously ill elderly man outside. Shouldn't you..."

"Shouldn't you be looking at that girl a few more times?" Lin Ping glared at Zhao Ritian and said, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You'd better keep your ulterior motives to yourself."

Lin Ping not only saw through Zhao Ritian's idea, but also left in a huff.

"I'm sorry, my mentor has been quite tired these past few days and cannot treat the young lady's father today," Zhao Ritian replied awkwardly.

The boasts that have already been made are now being forced back. Those with a good appetite can barely bear it, but those with a poor appetite might feel nauseous and vomit.

Upon hearing this, the woman flew into a rage, walked to the door and started banging and kicking it, completely losing her girlish demeanor.

"What a load of rubbish! I think he's just trying to gain fame and fortune. He keeps talking about helping the world but he won't treat the rich. Now, just because he's a little tired, he's going to watch his patients die. I don't think your clinic needs to stay open." The woman angrily launched into a tirade, almost pointing her finger at Lin Ping and naming him.

"Yinyin, come back quickly. You must not offend the divine doctor. We can come back another day," the pale-faced middle-aged man said in a commanding tone.

Clearly, the middle-aged man was the head of the Zhou family, and the woman who went berserk was undoubtedly Zhou Xiyin.

Lin Ping had long anticipated their arrival and deliberately set up a barrier.

It wasn't that he was abandoning Zhou Xiyin to her death; he was just trying to tease her. Anyway, Zhou Xiyin's condition had improved significantly, so there was no rush to help her.

“Please calm down, Doctor. This young lady is unruly and mischievous. It’s all my fault for neglecting to discipline her. Please don’t take it to heart. Since you have spoken, Doctor, we will leave now and come back to visit again tomorrow.” Boss Zhou explained respectfully outside the door, afraid of offending Lin Ping.

This is not only about my own illness, but also about my future business.

Regardless of whether Lin Ping has the ability to achieve great things, at the very least, getting along well with him is equivalent to clinging to Qi Tianzhang as a powerful figure.

"Mr. Zhou, please leave. You don't need to come back tomorrow either." A cold voice came from inside the house.

Lin Ping could easily see through Boss Zhou's intentions; he clearly wanted to sell his daughter's happiness.

Lin Ping abhorred arranged marriages, even if they were beneficial to him.

"Hmph! Arrogant jerk!" Zhou Xiyin, unaware of the situation, kicked the door twice, mistakenly thinking that Lin Ping was an arrogant fellow.

"Miss, let's come again tomorrow. The divine physician may really be tired," Wan'er advised from the side.

Wan'er was present during yesterday's events and also felt that Lin Ping needed to rest, perhaps without any intention of targeting Zhou Xiyin.

"Sigh... What a stupid woman. Can't she see that she's going to be sold by her father?" Lin Ping shook his head helplessly. He was certain that as long as he asked, Boss Zhou would definitely betroth Zhou Xiyin to him.

Although it all depended on Lin Ping's decision, he was afraid that he wouldn't have enough self-control. After all, Zhou Xiyin was beautiful, and he might end up disliking her.

Moreover, if he refused, it would make Zhou Xiyin doubt herself.

Therefore, Lin Ping wanted to use this provocation to anger Zhou Xiyin, and it would be best if she never stepped into the Xuanji Hall again.

"Master Ping, who are these people?" Zhao Ritian asked curiously, having already noticed quite a few clues.

"It is indeed the Miss Zhou you mentioned," Lin Ping replied calmly, not wanting to explain further to the two of them.

"It's Miss Zhou? Then why did Master Ping refuse them? Our Master Zhou intends to marry her to Master Ping." Ye Liangchen asked, equally puzzled.

Do you need to say this?

Does he think Lord Ping is blind?

"It seems you two don't want to eat dinner," Lin Ping said coldly, immediately turning the conversation into the most sensitive topic.

The two of them shuddered involuntarily, no longer daring to ask any gossip. They hurriedly took out their brushes and began scribbling on the bamboo paper, knowing they probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

The task Lin Ping assigned was essentially a form of punishment. Why did these two always love gossiping about their private affairs? Couldn't they just focus on learning medicine? Did they only find pleasure in being whipped? Or perhaps they have a particular taste for this?

That morning, the two men were in even worse spirits. Their already small eyes were squinted into slits, and their eyelids were constantly drooping.

"Master Ping, it's time to see patients..." It was Ye Liangchen who spoke, but his expression was somewhat unwilling.

After entering the hall, Lin Ping glanced outside the door and spotted Zhou Xiyin again. He continued to instruct, "Today, we will still only see thirty people."

This indirectly reduced the burden on Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen, and the two were genuinely happy. Ye Liangchen loudly announced it to the outside world.

There were hundreds of patients outside, making the competition extremely fierce, and Zhou Xiyin still hadn't gotten a number near the front.

It was lunchtime again, and all the patients outside had left, leaving the three of them in an awkward situation.

"Silly woman, why don't you ever learn?" Lin Ping shook his head helplessly, feeling sorry for Zhou Xiyin. It was as if she had deliberately run into his arms.

As expected, Zhou Xiyin still couldn't suppress her anger, and even took out a dagger from her sleeve, trying to pry open the bolt of Xuanji Hall.

"Yinyin, what are you doing? You mustn't offend the divine doctor!" Boss Zhou was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he rushed over to stop him.

"Boss Zhou's condition is no longer serious, so why did you come to see a doctor?" Lin Ping, who was inside the room, finally gave a response.

Lin Ping had long known that Zhou Yecheng's illness stemmed from his own mental distress. Now that the salt had been purchased, the Zhou family's predicament was over, and they could even make a fortune. His illness would naturally heal, and there was no reason for him to seek medical treatment at Xuanjitang again.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yecheng's face turned somewhat embarrassed. He admitted that his motives were impure; he had used his illness as leverage to force Zhou Xiyin to meet Lin Ping. He had even gone so far as to dress her up beautifully, clearly intending to snag a wealthy husband.