After my luck was stolen, I led my whole family to defy fate and change our destiny.

Gu Liyao's lips parted slightly, and he hesitated before saying, "No, young master, you don't need those expensive medicinal herbs. You're just experiencing internal heat."

There was a sudden moment of silence, and the boy asked in a strange tone, "You mean I'm just feeling hot-tempered?"

Gu Liyao nodded: "Yes, young master, there's no need to worry."

Gu Liyao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At first, judging from the man's demeanor, he thought it was some kind of difficult illness, but it turned out to be just a case of internal heat. What a false alarm! He quietly wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead.

He wrote the diagnosis with his head down: "No medicine needed, just go home and drink some plum juice. If you don't have any, I'll prescribe some for you."

The boy's tone became even stranger: "Plum juice?"

Gu Liyao nodded: "Yes, no? If not, I'll order a few for you."

Gu Liyao asked Song Cheng, "Master, right?"

Huh? Why is Master so far away from him?

The young man slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "What a quack! I handed over hundreds of taels of silver, do you think I'm easy to fool?"

Gu Liyao was dumbfounded: "?"

"Smash it! You quack! You prescribed me plum juice? Who do you think I am to drink plum juice?"

Gu Liyao quickly stood up to stop him, completely baffled. No matter what your identity is, you're bound to get angry!

Is it because they think plum juice is too expensive?

"If you think plum juice is too expensive, why don't you buy some lotus leaf tea instead of smashing up the shop?"

"Lotus leaf?"

The boy's chest heaved, clearly indicating his growing rage: "Smash it all! Smash it all!"

At this moment, he realized why his master was so far away from him. Could it be that his master had accurately predicted that the next patient would be this person?

This person isn't suffering from physical heat, but rather from mental heat.

Gu Yu'an covered Gu Linglong's eyes and silently retreated to the side. This younger brother was indeed not good at medicine; it was better if he didn't study it.

Gu Linglong sighed softly. [This young man is dressed in brocade robes, and he comes to see a doctor with so many guards and maids. He's obviously a rich young master, and a very arrogant one at that. He probably thinks that cheap remedies like plum juice are not suitable for his status, which is why he got even angrier when my second brother suggested using lotus leaves instead.]

This is a disease of affluence.

Gu Liyao suddenly understood, as if struck by a thunderbolt: "Wait, wait, young master, don't smash it yet. Sit down and I'll explain it to you slowly. If my explanation is wrong, then you can smash it."

The boy looked at him suspiciously and slowly sat down: "Alright, I'll give you a chance to explain for now."

Gu Liyao: "Young Master, you're not actually suffering from internal heat, but rather from Ruan Xiaozi syndrome. I was just saying you're suffering from internal heat to avoid scaring you."

"This sour plum drink isn't what you think of. Its original name is Thunderbolt Immortal Soup. It contains thousand-year-old ginseng, uses dried plums from high mountain snowfields, and roselle flowers from the northern polar regions. The journey is long, the quantity is scarce, and it's hard to come by, so it's expensive and most people can't afford it."

The young man leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing, clearly satisfied with Gu Liyao's explanation: "This young master is delicate and pampered, and has plenty of money. You can treat him however you wish."

Gu Liyao nodded, looking troubled: "This medicine is extremely rare; it will probably cost fifty taels of silver per dose."

The young man, with a delicate, flamboyant gesture, touched his temple: "Then let's take ten doses back and see if they're effective. This kind of expensive medicine should barely be able to fit into my stomach, right?"

Gu Liyao breathed a sigh of relief and quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

You guessed right, this person probably has some serious mental illness!

Gu Liyao wrote out the prescription and handed it to the young apprentice who was dispensing medicine. The apprentice looked confused and lowered his voice to ask, "Where would we get thousand-year-old ginseng from? You mean licorice slices? There's no such thing as thousand-year-old licorice. That stuff can't live that long; it would have decomposed in the ground long ago."

"There are no dried plums picked from high mountain snowfields, nor are there any hibiscus flowers from the Arctic. All the hibiscus flowers in the shop are from Wang Mazi, the flower seller in the East Market next door."

Gu Liyao whispered, "Oh, it's that one. Don't worry about what I say, just do it the way it used to."

The child nodded, then suddenly looked up and pointed at the other person, "You you you..." Isn't this a lie?

The first thing Xiaotong learned at the clinic was honesty. Isn't Gu Liyao just bluffing?

Gu Liyao: "Hurry up and go. Special cases require special treatment. Do you want your shop to be smashed?"

"oh oh"

The child turned and ran away.

The boy frowned: "What are you whispering about?"

Gu Liyao coughed twice, his hand pressed to his lips: "I told Xiaotong to choose the best medicinal herbs."

The young man smiled slightly; this young doctor was quite perceptive!

"Old Song, your young apprentice is quite good; his comprehension is better than yours."

Song Cheng stroked his beard, nodded, and remained silent. Young people these days are different; he should have known he was just spouting nonsense.

Gu Liyao felt ashamed upon hearing this undeserved praise, as it was entirely fabricated by his younger sister on the spot.

As doctors, we should be honest, but healing the body is important, but healing the mind is even more so. A good doctor should be able to see beyond the surface and understand the essence of things. Herbs are medicine, but food can also be used as medicine.

But sometimes a doctor's words are the best medicine. Once the knot in your heart is untied and your heart is at peace, all illnesses will be cured. A doctor who treats illness with the fewest medicines and can even prevent illness is called a superior doctor. A doctor who follows the rules can only be called a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. A doctor who cures patients with the most expensive and numerous medicines is called an inferior doctor. A doctor who goes against his conscience and tries to empty the patients' pockets without caring about their health is called a quack doctor.

I hope my second brother can use his talent to become a respected and respected doctor.

A superior doctor?

Is that even a possibility? Gu Yu'an gave his younger sister a deep look. His younger sister should be a top-tier doctor, right?

His younger sister seems really capable!

Gu Liyao listened and silently kept it in his heart; a seed quietly sprouted in his heart.

What level is the younger sister at?

Gu Liyao's fingers curled slightly. No, he was the older brother, he had to surpass her, otherwise where would he put his face?

Gu Liyao was about to call the next person when he realized that the boy opposite him had no intention of leaving.

"Young master, is there anything else?"

The boy thought for a moment, then leaned forward slightly and said, "Doctor, what should I do if I can't sleep every night?"

"Can't sleep? When do you usually fall asleep? Do you wake up at night or sleep through the night?"

"I usually fall asleep after midnight."

Gu Liyao: "Sexual activity should not be too frequent."

The boy blushed and whispered, "Oh, no, it's been so long since I've had a maidservant."

Gu Linglong yawned. [How about we try it with a man?]

Gu Yu'an coughed, wondering what nonsense his little sister was talking about.

Gu Liyao raised his eyes and looked at the young man opposite him. His face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and his words and actions were too gentle for a man.

He beckoned the boy to come closer: "Come here for a moment. I'm only telling you this prescription."

The boy approached suspiciously: "What kind of prescription is this, all so mysterious?"

Gu Liyao, risking being beaten, whispered, "How about we try lying on top of a man with eight-pack abs?"