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

Don't you really care?

Why get angry? And why list all of Lin Ping's good qualities?

"Tch, you talk like I care about you." Lin Ping replied irritably, as if to say, "Goodbye and don't bother me."

Whenever Zhou Xiyin pressed herself against him, Lin Ping felt a deep sense of guilt, but it was also comforting that way.

Lin Ping wasn't worried that Zhou Xiyin would leave, after all, with Zhou Yecheng as her great helper, she was probably eager to snag a rich husband, otherwise why would she have used up all her acting skills?

When they returned to Xuanji Hall, it was already evening. The two young doctors greeted them with smiles, but Lin Ping rolled his eyes at them.

It was these two who were in the wrong; they disregarded loyalty in order to save their own lives.

Lin Ping didn't blame them. Both sides were just getting what they needed, so there was no need for them to risk their lives for each other.

Seeing that Lin Ping was displeased, the two of them kept licking him, their technique was almost like a dog drinking water. If Lin Ping hadn't been straighter than a steel bar, he might have been bent.

The next morning, Lin Ping woke up naturally as usual, while the patients waiting outside were getting impatient.

Those with mild symptoms have already been given Xiao Chai Hu Tang and taken home, while those with more severe symptoms are being treated one by one.

Meanwhile, Zhou Xiyin had already been waiting outside the door, but she did not expect to take advantage of her status to enter ahead of time.

"What a silly woman, isn't she afraid of getting a tan?" Lin Ping's heart softened, and he ordered, "Call Miss Zhou in."

"Come on in!" Zhao Ritian quickly invited Zhou Xiyin into the house, clearly having intended to do so for some time.

After entering the house, Zhou Xiyin stood silently beside Lin Ping, still angry about what happened yesterday.

Lin Ping acted as if she didn't exist, meticulously taking the patient's pulse, treating her, and prescribing medicine, his entire routine quite skillful.

Zhou Xiyin stared at him silently, and for a moment she had a strange feeling: "Is this still the lecherous scoundrel I know? Why is he more upright than any gentleman?"

When Lin Ping gets serious, he's really captivating. For a young girl in the prime of her life, he's like a sharp sword, easily piercing her heart.

"Does it look good?" Lin Ping asked while examining the patient.

"He's handsome!" Zhou Xiyin answered without any warning, only realizing she had let something slip after she finished speaking. Wasn't this clearly saying she liked Lin Ping? Just yesterday, she had angrily declared that she didn't care.

Therefore, a woman's mouth is a deceitful devil!

Zhou Xiyin's body was releasing dopamine, and her face instantly turned crimson, even feeling a little hot.

"If you feel hot, go cool off in the backyard," Lin Ping said, launching into his usual straight-man-like remarks.

It's one thing for her to be shy, but couldn't you, a grown man, be a little more understanding? Instead... you just bluntly stated it!

Zhou Xiyin stormed to the backyard, about to scream like a madwoman, when she discovered a pot of medicine being simmered inside, clearly prepared in advance for her.

"This person is really delusional." Zhou Xiyin pouted, but couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Alright, let's go." Lin Ping suddenly appeared behind Zhou Xiyin, startling her again.

"Are you a ghost? You walk without making a sound." Zhou Xiyin said unhappily.

The two were like sworn enemies. No matter how much they were moved, they would only say things in anger. Arguing was just a way of chatting.

"No sound? You're too lost in thought! I even stomped my feet on purpose." Lin Ping shouted, completely disregarding Zhou Xiyin's delicate appearance.

Her willful and capricious nature deserves to be treated like a rough man.

"What kind of man yells at a little girl all day long!" Zhou Xiyin suddenly said, her eyes brimming with tears, almost unable to control her emotions.

These words were clearly meant to win Lin Ping's sympathy. Zhou Xiyin was a spoiled young lady; how could she do such a thing? She quickly adjusted her emotions and said, "Have all thirty patients been treated?"

"Miss Zhou is waiting here, how could I not speed up?" Lin Ping said sweetly. He also felt that it was inappropriate to yell at a woman. If she really cried, it would be too late to regret it.

Thirty patients were nothing more than a matter of an hour for Lin Ping. In ancient times, there were only a few types of illnesses, and treatment could be tailored to the specific symptoms. Unlike modern times, there were no complicated procedures, where even a common cold or fever required a blood test first.

These words startled Zhou Xiyin, forcing her to re-examine Lin Ping, who seemed increasingly unfathomable.

Next, Lin Ping instructed Zhao Ritian to deliver the medicinal soup to the Lin residence, while he and Zhou Xiyin rode in the same carriage along the misty Qinhuai River to the weaving workshop.

Located in the outer city of Yingtian Prefecture, this area was a concentrated living area for ordinary people. Not only was land cheap, but labor was also cheap, making it a gathering place for many handicrafts.

Upon entering the weaving workshop, the first thing that catches the eye is a series of huge dye vats and neatly arranged drying racks. Inside, there are all kinds of looms, but the workshop lacks the warmth of human presence, making it appear extremely dilapidated and desolate.

Today, colorful fabrics hang on drying racks, shimmering in the sunlight like a beautiful rainbow.

Before long, Lin Ping noticed the problem with these fabrics. Hundreds and thousands of fabrics were not all the same color, making them look mottled and messy.

"All the cloth in the weaving workshop was wasted. After Father gave the workers their last monthly wages, he dismissed them," Zhou Xiyin said sadly.

Although the weaving workshop had only been purchased recently and Zhou Xiyin didn't have much affection for it, it was, after all, Zhou Yecheng's life's work, and to lose it all at once was quite a blow.

Lin Ping nodded, focusing not on Zhou Xiyin's story, but on the color of the dyes.

Ancient printing and dyeing techniques were almost entirely based on plant dyes, meaning that these dyes were all plant pigments, pure, natural, and pollution-free.

This is both an advantage and a disadvantage. In this vast world, the human eye can distinguish far more than a thousand colors. Natural dyes, limited by the plants themselves, offer fewer than a hundred colors.

There are dozens of dye vats placed in front of Lin Ping, and the colors inside are not all the same, which shows that the printing and dyeing technology has reached a very high level.

Lin Ping quickly noticed a special dye vat containing a piece of silk cloth with mixed colors, which was being soaked in a wood ash solution.

Lin Ping took out the silk cloth and rubbed it vigorously, but not a single color came off. He was once again amazed by the superb ancient printing and dyeing techniques. However, it was precisely this superb technique that harmed them, as they had no way to remove the color.

"We've finished watching, it's time to go back," Zhou Xiyin said with a hint of displeasure. All her well-intentioned words and expressions of her feelings were in vain, as Lin Ping didn't listen to a word she said.

"Do you have any candles?" Lin Ping asked out of the blue.