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

"Otherwise, how would I break his legs if he came in?" Lin Ping retorted, his faint smile concealing a chilling aura.

He has always been a vengeful person, not only loving revenge but usually repaying it double.

Xuanji Hall originally belonged to Zhang Dechou, so it's understandable that it was taken back. He even intended for Jile Hall to take over.

But they shouldn't have broken Zhao Ritian's legs; that would have offended Lin Ping.

A short while later, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. Zhang Dechou was the first to push the door open and enter, his face full of flattery. "Dr. Lin, a critically ill patient has come to Xuanji Hall. He is about to die. Please take action quickly."

"How can you still laugh when someone's about to die? Are you perhaps hoping for their death?" Lin Ping said without turning his head.

Upon hearing this, the four guards immediately placed their knives against Zhang Dechou's neck, wishing they could kill him right away. Those who cursed their young master would likely not see the sun rise tomorrow.

Zhang Dechou was so frightened that he trembled all over, but he continued to force a smile and said, "I've found you now, haven't I? You are a miracle doctor. There is no disease you can't cure and no person you can't save."

This guy is really shameless. He's all smiles when he needs someone, but when he doesn't, he robs his clinic and beats up his apprentices.

Act as if nothing has happened these past few days.

Lin Ping nodded in satisfaction, even smiling. "That's right, I can indeed cure him, but what if I don't want to do it?"

He turned around, his sharp gaze almost tearing Zhang Dechou apart.

Who do you think I, Lin Ping, am? To forgive and forget with a smile? Bullshit!

Zhang Dechou realized that Lin Ping wasn't so easily fooled, so he knelt down with a thud, his face contorted with grief, and said, "Please forgive me this time, I'll kowtow to you. You are a divine doctor, compassionate and benevolent, how could you stand by and watch someone die?"

He kowtowed as he spoke, purely playing the emotional card.

He didn't think Lin Ping was soft-hearted, but he knew that a true healer wouldn't stand by and watch someone die; in fact, he was enthusiastic about treating some difficult and complicated diseases.

"Doctor Zhang, are you scared? You have moments of fear too? When you robbed my Xuanjitang, weren't you scared? When you broke Zhao Ritian's legs, weren't you scared?" Lin Ping said sarcastically. How could he possibly help?

"Lin Ping, what do you want? Don't be stubborn and ask for trouble. The other party is the son of the Minister of Rites. If you delay the treatment, you will suffer the consequences." Doctor Zhang suddenly became firm.

The Minister of Rites is a high-ranking official of the second rank in the court, while Lin Ping is just a mere ant. He doesn't believe that these four guards would remain indifferent.

In other words, even if he didn't kneel down and beg, these four people would still take Lin Ping away.

"The Minister of Rites?" Lin Ping muttered to himself, never expecting that Zhang Dechou had offended such a person.

He had heard that the Minister of Rites had a son late in life and spoiled him rotten. He was afraid that the son would melt in his hands. If he were to die at the hands of Zhang Dechou, not only would his own head be in danger, but the entire Paradise Hall would also be doomed.

"Please, divine physician, come with us," the four guards said respectfully.

These four weren't stupid; they knew the basic attitude when asking for favors. If they forcibly tied him up, Lin Ping might not do his best to treat him, and if something went wrong, they wouldn't be able to survive either.

"Gentlemen, I, Lin Ping, am a common man who always seeks revenge. This fellow broke both of my medical apprentice's legs. Wouldn't it be absurd for me to help him now?" Lin Ping replied coldly.

"Outrageous! I'll break his legs for you right now!" a guard said angrily, naturally wanting to get Lin Ping to come as soon as possible to prevent the young master's condition from worsening.

As the guards approached with thick wooden sticks, Zhang Dechou was so frightened that his legs cramped up and he nearly fainted. Cold sweat poured down his forehead like a stream.

"Wait!" Lin Ping hurriedly stopped the man.

Zhang Dechou's heart was in his throat, almost jumping out of his chest. He was overjoyed to hear this.

“Breaking his legs directly would be too lenient on him. I want to torture him little by little.” Lin Ping’s eyes were cold and sinister as he continued, “But that would waste some time and might delay your young master’s treatment. Why don’t we go and save him first?”

After speaking, Lin Ping followed a guard onto his horse and galloped towards Zhuanji Hall.

The other three guards held Zhang Dechou down, giving him no chance to escape.

When Lin Ping entered, the little boy had already died. The Minister of Rites was weeping bitterly beside him, his sharp eyes suddenly falling on Zhang Dechou. He gritted his teeth and said, "Drag this bastard out and chop him into mincemeat!"

This was his only son, the hope of the whole family, and now he's died so inexplicably. There's no point in him living anymore.

His first thought was to avenge his son, even if it meant breaking the laws of Yue.

Furthermore, given his high position as Minister of Rites, it's not unusual for him to kill someone.

Zhang Dechou kicked his legs and fainted from fright, his crotch covered in a yellowish, foul odor.

Not only him, but Ye Liangchen next to him was also so frightened that he had convulsions.

Although he didn't kill the person, he was still a doctor at Xuanjitang and therefore bore some responsibility.

The Minister of Rites was blinded by anger and didn't notice Lin Ping at all.

At that moment, he held the little boy upside down by his feet and then slapped him twice on the back.

The little boy opened his mouth, and a peach pit fell out.

He wasn't seriously ill; he had simply choked on a peach pit, which he could easily spit out on his own.

Zhang Dechou mistakenly thought it was some kind of illness and randomly pricked the boy's acupoints, causing the boy to have convulsions all over his body. He was too weak to spit out the peach pit, and after a while, he began to suffocate.

The little boy still did not wake up after spitting out the peach pit.

Lin Ping laid him flat on the ground and immediately began chest and lung resuscitation. After several compressions, the little boy coughed a few times and then burst into loud cries.

"Young Master is out of danger." Lin Ping smiled faintly, without any intention of taking credit.

The Minister of Rites was furious when he overheard his son crying, and tears streamed down his face.

Seeing the father and son hugging and crying, Lin Ping was deeply moved and felt a warmth in his heart.

This may be the nature of doctors to save lives; they don't ask for much reward, but only wish to save one broken family after another.

"Yang'er, quickly thank the divine physician." Only then did the Minister of Rites realize that it was the divine physician Lin who had made the move.

The little boy obediently knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the ground, and said in his childish voice, "Thank you, divine doctor, for saving my life."

Lin Ping immediately helped the little boy up, patted his head affectionately, and said with a smile, "Treating the sick and saving lives is a doctor's duty, young master, there's no need to thank me."

The Minister of Rites was slightly taken aback. In this era of pursuing fame and fortune, Lin Ping had actually said such a thing.

He still didn't quite believe it, and even mistakenly thought that he was just trying to gain fame, so he hurriedly took out tens of thousands of taels of silver notes and said: "This is your consultation fee, please don't be polite, divine doctor."