novelaction Chapter 298 Inquiring of the Gods
Chapter 298 Inquiring of the Gods
"One hundred coins can cure it?" Not only did the old man's son not believe it, but even the old man himself did not believe it. He had lived most of his life and had never heard of one hundred coins being able to cure typhoid fever.
Either this doctor's medical skills are flawed, or he has a problem with his brain.
However, Lin Ping is a legendary doctor, so there's no need to worry about his medical skills. As for his brain... perhaps he really needs to be examined.
Ye Liangchen was displeased when he heard this, since he was going to lose money again. However, he was still enthusiastically getting the medicine. This Xiao Chai Hu Tang was called a priceless prescription by Physician Hua. Learning it was a real gain.
To be honest, Ye Liangchen could become a somewhat famous doctor based solely on this prescription for Xiao Chai Hu Tang.
The more this happened, the more devoted Ye Liangchen became to Lin Ping. His mentor was a man of great wealth, and any prescription he could casually produce was worth a fortune.
This is a life of wealth and honor; gold and silver are like an extension of one's body, impossible to take away.
After repeatedly expressing his gratitude, the young man helped the old man away, his eyes shining brightly.
This time, Lin Ping didn't lose much, since Xiao Chai Hu Tang doesn't use many herbs and is relatively inexpensive.
"Master Ping, we can't keep going like this." Ye Liangchen said somewhat displeased. He wanted to learn skills from Lin Ping, but if the clinic went bankrupt, wouldn't he have to pack his bags and leave?
"You haven't heard of robbing the rich to help the poor, have you?" Lin Ping explained with a smile.
"Rob the rich to help the poor?" Ye Liangchen scratched his head, not understanding the meaning.
Just then, a commotion arose outside the door, and Zhao Ritian said anxiously, "Young master, it's not your turn yet!"
A man dressed in a silk robe shoved Zhao Ritian aside aggressively, cursing, "Why should I wait in line to see a doctor?"
Anyone dressed so extravagantly must be from a wealthy family, someone Zhao Ritian couldn't afford to offend, so he had to inform Lin Ping beforehand. At the same time, the man entered the main hall.
"Miracle doctor, I've come to see you for treatment!" The man sat down in front of Lin Ping, extending his wrist, which looked like a pig's leg, waiting for Lin Ping to take his pulse.
Lin Ping loathed these kinds of people who cut in line, but he wasn't angry at the moment. He even winked at Ye Liangchen, as if to say: Here comes the little fat sheep, hurry up and get the knife to slaughter him!
"Miracle doctor?" Lin Ping was delighted upon hearing this title, confirming that this little lamb was indeed full of good stuff.
Since you think I'm a miracle doctor, then I'll show you what a miracle doctor's skills are.
"Does the young master suffer from excessive body heat and sweating, restlessness, thirst, shortness of breath, fatigue, and irritability?" Lin Ping asked seriously.
The other person was stunned, staring blankly at Lin Ping and said, "You really are a miracle doctor, you can see all my symptoms at a glance."
Is this still necessary?
It's obvious! With your obese body, it's no wonder you sweat and feel weak. You even almost got into a fight with Zhao Ritian. It's no wonder you get angry easily. Why would I need to take your pulse?
"Miracle doctor, what illness do I have? How serious is it? I'll pay any price as long as you can cure me," the man asked anxiously, naturally trusting Lin Ping completely. After all, he was a miracle doctor, and he could diagnose illnesses at a glance.
Not only the obese man, but even Ye Liangchen admired Lin Ping's medical skills, carefully observing his every move in the hope of finding the secret.
Lin Ping shook his head. "This isn't about money, it's about your illness..."
There's absolutely no need for treatment!
If you eat less meat, you'll naturally get better.
The man was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat, his face ashen. "Miracle doctor, save me! I have plenty of money!" he cried, pulling out a hundred-tael silver note from his pocket, enough to make up for the losses suffered by the two patients earlier.
This is what they call "not opening for three years, then making enough to live off for three years."
"This is not a good situation..." Lin Ping continued to shake his head. What else could it be? The money is too little! Do you think I'm a beggar who can be satisfied with a hundred taels? Without a thousand taels of silver, you won't be able to leave the clinic today.
Sure enough, the man kept rummaging through his pockets and found dozens of silver notes of various sizes, which added up to more than a thousand taels of silver.
"I was in a bit of a rush when I left today and only brought this much money with me. If you can cure my illness, I'll make up the difference later," the man said anxiously, almost kneeling down before Lin Ping.
These wealthy people cherish their lives very much. If they encounter a doctor with good medical skills, they would treat him like royalty, let alone a miracle doctor.
"Sigh... Since you're so sincere, young master, then I can only ask the heavens." Lin Ping sighed, his thirteen-year-old act was rather frightening.
Questioning the heavens?
Could it be that you truly possess extraordinary abilities? No wonder you were able to revive the already deceased Lord Qi!
The man was overjoyed; he felt he had met a deity, and that the thousand taels of silver were well spent!
Lin Ping clasped his hands together in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and muttered incessantly, roughly saying: "You're an idiot, you're an idiot..." and then repeated it endlessly.
The words were unclear, and the man mistook them for a divine incantation. His beady eyes widened, and his heart pounded.
Lin Ping looked every bit the charlatan, with beads of sweat on his forehead before slowly opening his eyes. His eerie gaze was terrifying.
"One mace of bamboo leaves, ten mace of gypsum, two mace of pinellia, four mace of ophiopogon japonicus, one mace of ginseng, one mace of licorice, two mace of japonica rice, and one mace of croton!" Lin Ping said in a strange voice, as if possessed by a deity.
After speaking, Lin Ping trembled like a leaf, his eyes gradually regaining their focus. He took a few short breaths and asked again, "Xiao Chen, did you hear clearly what the Heavenly God said just now?"
"Mmm-hmm!" Ye Liangchen nodded, dumbfounded, truly believing that Lin Ping possessed extraordinary abilities.
The man was even more stunned, muttering to himself, "A deity! I actually met a deity!"
Ye Liangchen hurriedly grabbed the medicine, memorizing the prescription. He felt he needed a writing brush, since a bad pen is worse than a good memory.
When he received the medicinal herbs, the man actually knelt down and thanked them repeatedly, as if a living deity was sitting in front of him. Kneeling before a deity is not a shameful thing.
"Master Ping, the prescription from the Heavenly God was indeed ingenious, but why add croton?" Ye Liangchen asked in confusion. Croton was a well-known laxative, which might not be suitable for the man's condition.
"You really think he's sick?" Lin Ping retorted.
"Aren't you sick?" Ye Liangchen was even more puzzled, as Lin Ping had clearly stated the other party's illness.
"That's because he's fat. If you're fat, you'll be weak. Just go and reduce the heat and lose some weight. The first few herbs are a bamboo leaf and gypsum soup to reduce the heat, and the last one, croton, is Master Ping's punishment for him." Lin Ping smiled slyly.
"Even gods can play tricks on people?" Ye Liangchen was still immersed in the moment when Lin Ping was possessed by a god.
"A god? Is that what it looks like?" Lin Ping once again put on a charlatan's act.
Ye Liangchen gasped, giving Lin Ping a disdainful look, but inwardly he was filled with admiration.
"How dare you cut in line? You won't be leaving the outhouse for the next ten days!" Lin Ping sneered.