I attained immortality through meditation in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Zhao Zian's breath hitched.

Before he could answer, Su Mei leaned closer.

"Or perhaps... the miracle doctor has grand ambitions, wanting to gain both wealth and health?"

He took half a step back, creating some distance between himself and the outside world.

Seeing his innocent reaction, Su Mei covered her mouth and chuckled, her charm overflowing.

"Don't be nervous, doctor. I'm just... curious about you."

"What am I after? Doesn't the proprietress know perfectly well?"

Zhao Zian grasped Su Mei's jade-like finger, which was still wreaking havoc on his chest.

Su Mei's heart skipped a beat.

Zhao Zi'an continued, "If she didn't have something to ask for, why would the proprietress offer such an irresistible condition?"

He threw the question back at him.

The offensive and defensive momentum is different!

Su Mei withdrew her finger.

"Mr. Zhao is indeed no ordinary person."

"It was my presumptuousness."

Zhao Zian released his grip.

"I agree to the proprietress's suggestion."

"I'll accept 30% of Jishetang's profits. But there are a few points I need to clarify."

"Please speak, sir." Su Mei listened attentively.

"I am not a resident doctor, I am the owner. You are free to come and go, and you can see patients as you please, without any pressure."

"That's natural," Su Mei nodded.

"Most importantly, I must have the right to freely use all medicinal herbs in the pharmacy, regardless of their age or price, without any restrictions!"

Su Mei was incredibly clever and shrewd.

What he wants isn't money, but resources!

"Great! I like Mr. Zhao's straightforwardness!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao! From today onwards, you are another master of Jishetang! Don't even mention taking whatever you want; even if you empty the entire medicine storehouse, I, Su Mei, will not say a word!"

"Words are no proof; let's draw up a written agreement immediately!"

Su Mei turned around and was about to go out to get a writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

She was afraid, afraid that things might change if she waited too long.

Zhao Zian also breathed a sigh of relief.

The numerous ancient alchemical formulas recorded in the Shennong Valley Classic finally found a use.

"Bang!"

I heard the sound of tables and chairs being overturned downstairs!

"Help! Help me!"

Su Mei's face darkened.

Zhao Zian also frowned.

Mr. Sun's voice came from outside the door.

"Boss lady! Something terrible has happened!"

"Come in!" Su Mei's voice was cold.

"Boss lady!"

Mr. Sun was panting heavily, pointing downstairs, and his words were incoherent.

"The person downstairs is... is about to die!"

Su Mei walked past him and headed for the stairs.

Zhao Zian followed closely behind.

The two arrived at the front hall.

At this moment, the main hall of Jishetang was in complete chaos.

A chubby businessman, adorned with jewels, was holding a girl who looked to be seven or eight years old.

"Doctor! Save my daughter! Please, please save my daughter!"

The sight of the little girl in his arms was even more horrifying.

Her face was purple, her lips were bluish-black, her eyes were tightly closed, and her small chest did not rise or fall at all.

The resident doctor at Jishetang, Physician Wang, kept shaking his head.

His young apprentices were also at a loss.

"Mr. Qian, your daughter..."

"She's already dead!"

"No! Impossible!"

The fat merchant roared like a madman.

"My daughter was perfectly fine this morning! How could she suddenly stop breathing?! You're Jishetang! The best pharmacy! How could you just stand by and watch her die?!"

"Quack doctors! They're all quacks!"

The onlookers began to whisper among themselves.

"Sigh, the person is already like this, there's no use bringing them here now."

"Jishetang is nothing special, I thought it was something amazing."

"I heard she's the only daughter of Qian Wanjin, a wealthy merchant in the west of the city. Now the Qian family line is going to end."

"It seems the reputation of Jishetang is going to be ruined here today."

Su Mei's pretty face was frosty.

Jishetang was the business passed down from her maternal grandfather, and it was the foundation upon which she made her living.

She would never allow anyone to ruin Jishetang's reputation!

"Dr. Wang!"

Doctor Wang cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Su Mei.

"Boss lady, I... I've done my best."

"Miss Qian... her pulse has stopped, she's not breathing, and her pupils don't react to light. This... this is a situation beyond saving!"

Everything he said was true and based on medical principles.

But to Qian Wanjin, these words were nothing short of a death sentence.

"I don't care about medical theories! I only know that my daughter was perfectly fine this morning!"

Qian Wanjin held his daughter's body and stepped back.

"If you can't cure her, just say my daughter is dead! Incompetent doctors! A bunch of quacks who kill without shedding blood!"

"I, Qian Wanjin, swear here and now that I will bring utter disgrace upon your Jishetang!"

Mr. Sun's face was ashen.

Once Qian Wanjin was allowed to walk out of this gate with his dead daughter in his arms.

Tomorrow morning, the reputation of Jishetang for refusing to help those in distress will spread throughout the city.

A century of good reputation will be ruined in an instant!

Su Mei clenched her fist, which was hidden in her sleeve.

What can she do?

Are you forcing Dr. Wang to bring the dead back to life?

"etc."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Zhao Zian walked down the stairs.

"Your daughter can still be saved."

The entire hall fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a clamor.

"What? There's still hope?"

"Who is this young man? He's so arrogant!"

"Dr. Wang said the person is dead, isn't he just joking around?"

Qian Wanjin turned around and stared at Zhao Zian.

"What...what did you say?"

"You're saying my daughter... can still be saved?"

Before Zhao Zian could answer, Doctor Wang, who was standing to the side, exploded.

"Nonsense!"

"This woman has no vital signs, and you say she can be saved? You're making a joke of the dead! Are you trying to ruin the reputation of my Jishetang?!"

Zhao Zian completely ignored Doctor Wang; his gaze was fixed on Qian Wanjin.

"Trust me, she's alive."

"If you don't believe me, she's already a corpse."

"You choose."

Yes, in other people's eyes, my daughter is already dead.

Could things get any worse?

No, it's impossible!

Since things can't get any worse, why not take a gamble!

"I believe you!"

Qian Wanjin, holding his daughter, rushed towards Zhao Zian.

"Miracle doctor! Please! Save my daughter! If you can save her, I'll give you ten thousand gold pieces and do anything for you!"

"Lay the child flat on the counter."

"well!"

Qian Wanjin did as instructed, placing his daughter on the medicine cabinet counter.

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

Dr. Wang stomped his feet in anger and turned to Su Mei.

"Boss lady! You absolutely can't let him do whatever he wants!"

"This man's origins are unknown, and he's spouting nonsense. If he makes a move and the person doesn't survive, then our Jishetang will truly become a black-hearted establishment that preys on people for money! Then, even if it's not excrement, it'll still be excrement in our system!"

Mr. Sun also agreed.

"Yes, boss lady, think it over! This is too risky!"

Su Mei looked around and said, "Shut up, all of you!"

"From this moment forward, Zhao Zian will be the chief retainer of my Jishetang."

"His words are my words."

"His decision is the decision of Jishetang!"

"Anyone who dares to utter another word questioning Dr. Zhao's medical skills will be kicked out of Jishetang!"