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

Boom boom boom!

A series of urgent knocks sounded, and the entire backyard of Xuanji Hall became noisy.

"Is Dr. Lin here? Please save my son." Outside the door stood a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes, a hint of tenderness in his cold eyes.

He was holding a boy of about ten years old in his arms, who was coughing incessantly and whose face was as pale as paper.

Xuanjitang was already closed, and Ye Liangchen shouldn't have been making house calls, but the noise outside was disturbing his rest.

"It's so noisy, go check it out." An impatient voice came from the next room, angrily shouting at Ye Liangchen.

He crossed the lobby, impatiently opened the door, and was about to burst into a tirade when he was startled by the sight before him: a dozen pairs of piercing eyes staring at him, as if trying to pin him to the ground.

"What brings you here?" Ye Liangchen's tone suddenly became humble.

"You must be Dr. Lin, please save my son!" The middle-aged man hurriedly carried the little boy into the house and was about to kneel down before Ye Liangchen.

Due to his status, he could not possibly bow or pay respects to an ordinary citizen; however, his expression remained very respectful.

Ye Liangchen glanced at the boy's condition and immediately panicked. He could treat ordinary typhoid fever and dysentery, since he had the prescription left by Lin Ping, but he was helpless in this emergency.

"Why would you do this, young master?" Ye Liangchen asked tremblingly.

"It was fine just fifteen minutes ago, and suddenly it became like this," the middle-aged man replied anxiously.

He even summoned the imperial physician immediately, but the physician was helpless. On Hua Feiying's recommendation, he came to Xuanjitang.

Unfortunately, Hua Feiying was unaware that Xuanji Hall had changed owners; otherwise, he would never have been allowed to come here.

"What's all the noise about? Can't a person get any sleep?" Dr. Zhang cursed as he walked out of the room, his face full of disdain.

These words immediately angered several guards, who nearly drew their sharp swords.

"Don't be rude to Doctor Lin," the middle-aged man said, quickly offering a smile to Doctor Zhang.

When Hua Feiying recommended Lin Ping, he didn't ask many questions, assuming he was quite old. That's why he was somewhat suspicious when he saw Ye Liangchen. Now that Doctor Zhang has arrived, his doubts have been cleared up; he had mistaken someone for someone else.

Doctor Zhang glanced at the man and was immediately startled. When he looked at the dazzling waist badge, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Lord Meng, please don't worry, I will treat your son right away." Doctor Zhang's face was beaming with joy. How could he miss the opportunity to curry favor with the powerful?

"Thank you for your help, Dr. Zhang." The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Dr. Zhang was going to take action.

He knew Hua Feiying was a pragmatic person, and the miracle doctor he recommended must also be pragmatic. If the miracle doctor said he could cure it, what was he worried about?

"Bring me my golden needles!" Doctor Zhang said arrogantly, truly considering himself a deity.

Ye Liangchen hurriedly retrieved the gold needles, his forehead covered in cold sweat, not from the heat, but from fear.

He didn't believe that Dr. Zhang had any extraordinary medical skills, and that such a show of bravado would inevitably lead to trouble sooner or later.

With a wave of his hand, Dr. Zhang deftly inserted twelve golden needles into the boy's acupoints.

These are the Nine Origin Twelve Needles from the "Inner Canon of Medicine," which possess the ability to bring the dead back to life.

After receiving this extraordinary book from Lin Ping, Doctor Zhang became somewhat arrogant, daring to treat any disease and any person.

After the twelve golden needles were inserted, the little boy suddenly began to frown, his face became even paler, his lips turned purple, cold sweat poured out, and his whole body began to convulse.

"Miracle doctor, what's going on?" the middle-aged man asked anxiously. Although he didn't understand medicine, he knew that this was not a sign of improvement.

The child kept coughing, his body curled up in a ball, and he looked like he was about to die.

"Perhaps the force wasn't enough." Doctor Zhang was also drenched in cold sweat, and said tremblingly, as he pushed the gold needle in a little deeper.

"Don't even think about touching my son again." The middle-aged man yanked Dr. Zhang away and shouted, "Are you really the miracle doctor Lin?"

Dr. Zhang kept wiping away cold sweat, his head buzzing, and finally managed to utter, "No, no, no, it's not."

"What? You dare to impersonate a miracle doctor? Believe me or not, I'll chop you all up!" The middle-aged man roared in fury, and several guards beside him had already drawn their swords.

Doctor Zhang's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, pleading, "Even if you kill me, it won't do any good. You might as well spare my life to go and ask Doctor Lin for help."

"Go with him. If he dares to try anything funny, execute him on the spot!" the middle-aged man said through gritted teeth, wishing he could skin him alive and tear out his tendons.

"Lead the way!" A guard roughly lifted the two onto the horse and galloped away down the quiet street.

To be honest, they didn't know if Lin Ping had responded to Tianfu, so they could only try their luck at the Zhou family's old residence.

……

In the backyard, Lin Ping brought Zhao Ritian another bowl of bone-strengthening soup.

"I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced!" Zhao Ritian said, pouting after finishing the bone-strengthening soup.

Lin Ping knew what he meant, and a shadow suddenly appeared in his eyes. "Ye Liangchen has only learned the basics. Sooner or later he will cause trouble, and God will punish them."

He wasn't concerned about when Xuanjitang would face retribution, but rather about what he should do when it did.

"Tell me the truth, who broke your legs?"

This question had been weighing on his mind for a long time. To be honest, he still had some feelings for Ye Liangchen and didn't want the other party to go too far.

“It’s Doctor Zhang from the Paradise Hall. He’s the one who sent us two to be your medical apprentices,” Zhao Ritian said without any concealment.

"Dr. Zhang? Very good, it seems Li Yongnian didn't tell him my other identities!" Lin Ping's eyes grew even colder, as if they could freeze the air.

Zhao Ritian stopped talking, clearly startled by Lin Ping, and even felt sorry for Ye Liangchen and Doctor Zhang.

If you offend Master Ping, will you live long?

"Is Dr. Lin here? I'm Doctor Zhang from the Paradise Hall." A hurried sound came from outside the door, and he almost broke the door latch.

Several guards were so anxious that they wanted to cut the bolt, but they held back after remembering the middle-aged man's instructions.

The knocking echoed throughout the backyard. The two doormen impatiently opened the door a crack, only to be startled by several guards who hurriedly rushed in to announce their arrival.

"Okay, I understand. Let them in." Lin Ping nodded slowly.

Judging from the doorman's description, he knew the urgency of the matter and dared not be negligent, since the real show had only just begun.

"Master Ping, why did you let Zhang Dechou in? We can't help him." Zhao Ritian said angrily, wishing he could get out of bed and tear the other man to pieces. How could he let Lin Ping help him?

Zhang De Chou?

Lin Ping kept smacking his lips, regretting that he hadn't asked the other person's name sooner, otherwise he would have been able to tell that he was a bad person much earlier.

It's clearly written in their names; this is the aura that bad people possess.