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

To avoid making the situation too awkward, Zhou Yecheng coughed a few times and even pretended to look haggard.

"Hmph, if you don't want to treat him, just say so. Do you need to make these excuses? You don't deserve to be a miracle doctor, and you don't deserve to be a man!" Zhou Xiyin cursed, naturally fooled by Zhou Yecheng's acting skills, mistakenly believing that her father's condition was very serious.

"What a foolish woman, this was your own choice," Lin Ping said in a low voice, his face full of self-reproach.

Perhaps awakened by Zhou Xiyin's scolding, the doors of Xuanji Hall opened on their own, and Ye Liangchen, looking haggard, invited the group inside.

"Young Master Lin, it really is you!" Wan'er said excitedly as she entered, almost jumping for joy.

Zhou Yecheng looked Lin Ping up and down, then glanced at Zhou Xiyin and shook his head involuntarily.

Lin Ping's medical skills alone are enough to make him a good match for Zhou Xiyin. In addition, his potential to rise above Zhou Xiyin's is even greater. If Lin Ping were not good-looking, this marriage might have some hope, but he is just so handsome.

Zhou Yecheng had to re-evaluate his daughter; it seemed... she wouldn't be able to snag a rich husband!

"Does Boss Zhou also know how to read faces?" Lin Ping said sarcastically, clearly annoyed by Zhou's up-and-down sizing.

"Hehe... I was just showing off my limited skills in front of an expert, but the divine doctor is indeed a rare talent with a handsome face, and he will surely rise to prominence one day." Zhou Yecheng said with a smile, his words full of flattery.

"If I rise to prominence, I'm afraid some people will be unable to reach my level," Lin Ping replied with a smile, implying that Zhou Yecheng should put away his scheming ways as soon as possible.

“The divine doctor is absolutely right. However, it is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. I, Zhou, don’t care too much about it,” Zhou Yecheng continued, making his attitude clear.

Lin Ping was speechless. Selling his daughter was one thing, but to even think of making her someone else's concubine was quite heartless.

Lin Ping felt sorry for Zhou Xiyin. Even now, this foolish woman still thought Zhou Yecheng was the best father in the world, and even harbored hostility towards Lin Ping.

In an attempt to quickly change the subject, Lin Ping began to treat Zhou Yecheng.

Just as Lin Ping had suspected, Zhou Yecheng's illness stemmed from his heart; he had a lump of blood in his chest, which caused him to cough incessantly.

If the knot in his heart is not untied, even releasing the stagnant blood will not be very effective, which is why Lin Ping did not treat him in advance.

Now that the Lin family had salt, Zhou Yecheng's depression instantly dissipated, and he could heal slowly on his own even without treatment.

"Mr. Zhou, my treatment methods are a bit rough, so you'll have to bear the pain." Lin Ping gave the other party a heads-up beforehand, but he didn't intend to use anesthesia.

Putting aside the fact that anesthetic drugs are expensive, even if they were just scraps, Lin Ping wouldn't want to use them on him; it's purely a form of punishment.

"I, Zhou Yecheng, can handle a little pain." Zhou Yecheng nodded with a smile, completely unaware of how brutal Lin Ping's method was.

That's right, it's about cutting open the chest. Since there's blood stasis in the chest, we'll cut open the chest and let the blood flow out on its own.

When Lin Ping cut open Zhou Yecheng's chest with a scalpel, everyone was stunned. If Zhao Ritian hadn't stopped him, Zhou Xiyin might have gone berserk, which would have affected the success rate of the surgery.

Before long, a pool of black blood flowed from Zhou Yecheng's chest, and Lin Ping used a very thick embroidery needle to stitch up his wound.

"Alright, Mr. Zhou will come back in seven days to have the stitches removed!" Lin Ping said calmly, dusting his hands off.

"As expected of a divine doctor, I immediately feel refreshed." Zhou Yecheng laughed excitedly, though his wound almost reopened.

This wasn't Zhou Yecheng deliberately praising Lin Ping; he genuinely had this idea.

However, Zhou Yecheng was somewhat dissatisfied with the seven-day period, thinking it was too long. He hoped to come every day and have his daughter accompany him.

This will create more opportunities for the two of them to spend time together.

Zhou Yecheng had already gleaned a lot from Lin Ping's words, but he didn't dare to directly arrange the marriage. So he thought he should let his daughter perform well so that she could win Lin Ping's heart sooner or later.

"Don't we need a prescription?" Zhou Yecheng asked.

With a flourish of his pen, Lin Ping wrote several lines of large characters that no one could understand, explaining, "I'll prescribe seven days' worth of medicine for Boss Zhou, and I guarantee he'll recover completely."

“My household doesn’t have an earthenware pot for decocting medicine, so I’m afraid I’ll have to borrow one from Xuanji Hall. From today onwards, my daughter will come here every day to bother the divine physician. Please don’t mind,” Zhou Yecheng said with a smile.

The entire Lin mansion is so large, yet they can't find a single earthenware pot? Nobody believes that! This is simply so that Zhou Xiyin can see Lin Ping every day.

“Father, there are quite a few earthenware jars in the mansion!” Zhou Xiyin said to Zhou Yecheng with a puzzled look in her ear.

Zhou Yecheng deliberately lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "You little girl, you don't know this, but the earthenware pots of Xuanji Hall are divine artifacts. Medicines brewed in them are even more effective. You also hope that your father will get better soon, don't you?"

"Oh..." Zhou Xiyin didn't say anything more. Back then, in order to help her father get better as soon as possible, she even decided to marry Ruan Dan. Now she was just here to brew medicine, so it was nothing special.

Lin Ping neither agreed nor refused, which could be considered a tacit acceptance.

He had done what he was supposed to do, but Lin Xi couldn't see any clues, so he could only follow Zhou Yecheng's wishes to satisfy his own selfish desires.

"Wan'er, let's go back quickly. Yinyin can prepare the medicine by herself." Zhou Yecheng kept giving Wan'er meaningful glances, which could also be considered a command.

Zhou Yecheng knew his daughter's abilities quite well; she was absolutely incapable of decocting medicine. As a man, Lin Ping naturally offered his help, and over time, feelings developed between them.

Therefore, Zhou Yecheng was using a strategy; he wouldn't openly sell Zhou Xiyin out, but rather make her gradually fall in love with Lin Ping.

"Miss, keep it up!" Wan'er said mischievously in Zhou Xiyin's ear, thus becoming Zhou Yecheng's accomplice.

After speaking, the two hurriedly left. Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen didn't want to be third wheels, so only the two of them remained standing in the hall.

At this moment, Zhou Xiyin was wearing a plain white pleated skirt and pink embroidered shoes. Her simple attire only accentuated her personal charm.

Lin Ping stared blankly at the other person's delicate face, chiseled nose, amber eyes, and cherry lips, her whole body exuding a faint fragrance.

There was no way Lin Ping could avoid looking at Zhou Xiyin directly; he was a man.

Zhou Xiyin pouted, seemingly disgusted by Lin Ping's expression, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she carefully observed him, thinking to herself: This lecherous thief seems... quite good-looking.