After the divorce, my identity as a miracle doctor was exposed.

Early morning, at the end of Jiangzhou's most bustling antique street.

A three-story pavilion with an antique style stands here, with a golden nanmu wood plaque hanging at the entrance, bearing the three gilded characters "Huichuntang".

A long queue had already formed at the entrance, with luxury cars everywhere. As a sacred place for traditional Chinese medicine in Jiangzhou, it's extremely difficult to get an appointment with Li Changqing every day.

Lin Yu casually strolled to the door with his hands in his pockets.

He changed into a clean black casual outfit. Although it wasn't a big brand, after two days of spiritual cleansing, his otherworldly aura made him stand out from the crowd.

"What are you doing? Get in line!"

Just as he reached the door, a young man in a gray long gown impatiently stopped him. "Old Li's appointments for today are all sold out. If you want to see a doctor, come early next month! Don't even think about cutting in line!"

Lin Yu glanced up at the signboard and said calmly, "I'm not here for medical treatment, I'm here to see Li Changqing."

"Looking for my master?"

The waiter sized Lin Yu up and down, then scoffed, "There are tons of people trying to get close to my master every day. Do you have an appointment? Do you have a visiting card? You think you can see Master Li with nothing? Get out of the way, don't block the patients behind you!"

Lin Yu frowned slightly.

It seems that although Li Changqing is a skilled doctor, he sets very high rules and requirements for his disciples.

Just as Lin Yu was about to call Li Changqing and tell him to come out and pick up the person.

"Ugh!! It's so itchy! Quack doctors! They're all quacks!"

A pig-like scream suddenly came from inside the lobby.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a loud crashing sound, several apprentices were thrown out like sandbags and slammed heavily onto the street.

"Get out! All of you get out! If you can't cure me, I'll tear this Huichuntang down!"

A middle-aged bald man with a large build and a thick gold necklace around his neck was seen acting crazy in the lobby, shirtless.

What's terrifying is that his fat back was covered with countless purplish-red pustules the size of copper coins, densely packed and twisted in shape, looking at him like a series of hideous "ghost faces"!

The bald man screamed in agony as he frantically scratched his back, tearing his skin and flesh to shreds, leaving it a bloody mess. But he seemed oblivious to the pain, feeling only an intense, bone-deep itch!

"This is... Huang Dafa, the coal mine owner from Jiangzhou!"

Some patients in the queue recognized him and retreated in fear. "I heard his family owns a mine and is worth billions, but this strange disease hasn't gotten better after half a year of treatment. I never expected it to be so terrifying when it flares up!"

At this moment, Li Changqing heard the commotion and hurriedly ran out from the back room with a group of attending physicians.

"Boss Huang! Calm down! This is a clinic!" Li Changqing frowned as he looked at the mess on the floor.

"Li Changqing! You old bastard, you've finally come out!"

Huang Dafa, his eyes bloodshot, charged forward like a mad bull, grabbing Li Changqing by the collar. "The medicine you gave me last time was completely useless! I feel like a million ants are crawling inside my bones! If you can't cure me today, I'll burn this Huichuntang down! Let's see who dares to stop me!"

The surrounding doctors trembled with fear, none daring to step forward. This Huang Dafa had made his fortune in the coal mines, and his men were all ruthless thugs; he was the kind of person who would actually set fires.

Li Changqing was also covered in cold sweat.

He had seen this patient before; the pulse was disordered, and there was a combination of dampness and heat. He had used the best heat-clearing and detoxifying formula, but it was of no use at all.

"Mr. Huang, your illness... is truly strange. I am but a humble scholar; perhaps you should go to the capital to have someone examine you..."

"Screw you! I went to Beijing a long time ago, it was useless!"

Huang Dafa was utterly desperate. The intense itching drove him mad. He grabbed a nearby mahogany chair and was about to smash it over Li Changqing's head when he yelled, "Since you can't cure me, then you'll die with me!"

"what!"

People around screamed and covered their eyes. Li Changqing was already old; if he fell on that chair, he would either die or be maimed.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

The expected gory scene did not occur.

The heavy mahogany chair was suspended steadily in mid-air.

A slender, fair hand casually grasped the chair leg, as if pinching a feather.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone looked at the owner of the hand—it was Lin Yu, who had just been stopped at the door by the waiter.

"Who...who are you? Mind your own business!" Huang Dafa slapped the chair twice, but found it didn't budge, and became furious.

Lin Yu held the chair with one hand, his gaze sweeping indifferently over Huang Dafa's terrifying back:

"A dark aura hangs over his forehead, a malevolent spirit lingers around him. His back bears the appearance of a ghost, and he weeps day and night."

"This isn't an illness; it's retribution for digging up things you shouldn't have."

Huang Dafa shuddered violently, even forgetting the itch: "You...how did you know?!"

Six months ago, while opening a new mine, he did unearth an unknown ancient tomb. To meet the construction deadline, he had the tomb bulldozed. From that day on, he contracted this strange illness. This matter was highly confidential; even Li Changqing didn't know about it!

"Put him down."

Lin Yu casually tossed the chair aside, sending Huang Dafa, who weighed over 200 pounds, staggering back three steps. "If you want to live, kneel down and kowtow three times. I guarantee you'll stop itching right now."

"You...how arrogant!"

The guy who had stopped Lin Yu earlier couldn't help but jump out, "Even Old Li can't cure him, what are you pretending to be, you brat? Boss Huang, don't listen to him, he's just a charlatan..."

"Shut up! Don't be rude!!"

When Li Changqing saw Lin Yu's face clearly, he was terrified and slapped the shop assistant to the ground. "Open your dog eyes and look! This is our Huichuntang's new boss! My teacher, the Divine Doctor Lin!!"

"What?!"

The whole place erupted in chaos.

Is this young man, who doesn't look like he's even graduated from university, the owner of Huichuntang? And Li Changqing's teacher?

Ignoring everyone's shock, Lin Yu walked straight to Huang Dafa's noodle shop.

"To kowtow or not?"

Huang Dafa looked into Lin Yu's unfathomable eyes, eyes that were the most terrifying he had ever seen in his decades in the underworld.

Pfft!

Desperate to save his life, Huang Dafa abandoned all his arrogance and knelt on the ground: "Miracle doctor! As long as you can stop the itching, I'll do anything, even kowtow and call you 'father'! I've had enough of this suffering!"

"No need to call me 'Dad,' I don't have a son as ugly as you."

Lin Yu took out a bright yellow talisman from his pocket (it was drawn with cinnabar at Liu Hongyan's house last night), bit his fingertip, and pointed it in the air.

"The Supreme Star, ever-changing and unstoppable. Exorcising evil and binding demons, break through!"

Snapped!

The talisman was suddenly stuck to the center of Huang Dafa's back.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

A burnt smell, like roasted meat, wafted over.

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, the purplish-red "ghost face" abscesses on Huang Dafa's back twisted violently as if they were alive, emitting a "squeak" sound similar to that of a rat, before turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air!

As the black smoke dissipated, Huang Dafa's previously mangled back instantly scabbed over, and the excruciating itching subsided like a receding tide.

"It's...it's not itchy anymore? Amazing!!"

Huang Dafa rubbed his back, tears streaming down his face, and kowtowed three times to Lin Yu, exclaiming, "A god! A living god! I, Old Huang, am convinced! I was blind before!"

Lin Yu withdrew his hand, his expression indifferent: "It's only a temporary suppression. Go back to the original site of that mine, burn incense and candles for forty-nine days to atone for your sins, and then donate to build two Hope Primary Schools to accumulate merit. Otherwise, next time it won't be your back that gets it, but your face."

"I'll definitely do it! I'll definitely do it!" Huang Dafa treated Lin Yu's words as gospel, immediately pulling out a check from his bag. "Divine doctor, this is five million for your consultation, just a small token of my appreciation!"

"Take it. Enter Huichun Hall." Lin Yu waved his hand, turned and walked towards the inner hall. "Changqing, come in with me."

Li Changqing followed him inside like a little fanboy.

Only the patients and doctors in the lobby were left dumbfounded.

Is this the method of a miracle doctor? No medicine, no needles, just a talisman to exorcise ghosts and spirits?

This is so incredibly fantastical!

……

The inner hall, the tea room.

Lin Yu sat in the main seat, and Li Changqing respectfully handed him a cup of top-grade Da Hong Pao tea.

"Teacher, your 'Zhu You Technique' just now was simply amazing! That Huang Dafa is notoriously difficult to deal with, but I never expected you to subdue him in one move."

"It's just a trivial skill." Lin Yu took a sip of tea. "I'm here today because I need some medicine. Could you keep an eye out for it for me?"

As he spoke, Lin Yu drew up a list: Thousand-year-old snow lotus, dragon blood grass, hundred-year-old black dog blood...

Li Changqing took the order, his face showing difficulty: "Teacher, the rest are easy to arrange, but this 'Dragon Blood Grass' is a legendary elixir, which can only appear at top-tier auctions..."

"We'll try our best to find it. Money isn't an issue."

Lin Yu put down his teacup, just about to say a few more words about cultivation.

At that moment, a commotion and cries suddenly erupted from the main hall.

"Where is Old Li? Please, please let me see Old Li!"

"Our Su family really can't hold on any longer... As long as Huichuntang is willing to give us this batch of medicinal herbs on credit, I'll do anything!"

Upon hearing this voice, Lin Yu paused slightly in his tea-serving hand.

Su Qianxue.

It's true what they say, life is full of unexpected encounters.

Li Changqing's expression changed: "Teacher, I'll go handle this. It seems someone is causing trouble..."

"Need not."

Lin Yu put down his teacup, a playful smile playing on his lips.

He looked into the lobby through the carved wooden window.

The once aloof and icy female CEO, Su Qianxue, was now clinging to the waiter's arm, her hair disheveled and her eyes red and swollen, pleading desperately. Her expensive suit was wrinkled, and one of her high heels had slipped off.

Where is there even a trace of the number one beauty in Jiangzhou?

Zhang Hao's retaliation came swiftly: banks cut off loans, and Longteng blacklisted them. The Su family's pharmaceutical factory was on the verge of shutting down due to a lack of raw materials, facing huge default penalties. Huichuntang, Jiangzhou's largest medicinal herb supplier, was her last lifeline.

"Old Master Li isn't seeing guests!" The waiter shoved her impatiently. "Besides, it's been decreed from above: no one from the Su family, not even dogs, are allowed in!"

Su Qianxue was pushed and fell to the ground, scraping her knees and looking extremely miserable.

But she still struggled to her feet: "I have money! I can pawn my car and my bag! Please, please save the Su family..."

Seeing this, Li Changqing cautiously observed Lin Yu's expression: "Teacher, that's... your ex-wife? Should I go help...?"

"help?"

Lin Yu stood up, straightened his collar, his eyes showing no pity, only coldness.

"Of course we'll help. As the new owner of Huichuntang, I'd also like to hear what price President Su is willing to pay for this batch of medicinal herbs."

"Let's go out and meet her."