I attained immortality through meditation in the Great Qian Dynasty.

"Miracle doctor! Please! Please save my Tiger!"

"We've searched every pharmacy in town. Manager Liu of Huichuntang and Doctor Sun of Renxintang both said that Huzi has an incurable disease, tuberculosis, and told us to prepare for his death..."

The woman wept uncontrollably.

"But I heard yesterday that Miss Qian had died, and you were the one who brought her back to life! You're a living god! Please, have mercy and save my son!"

The child in her arms began to cough violently.

"Ahem!"

Its tiny body curled up like a shrimp.

When the coughing stopped, bright red blood oozed from the corner of the child's mouth.

blood.

The woman hurriedly began to wipe it.

Zhao Zian's gaze was fixed on the blood the child coughed up.

Information flooded his mind!

[Lung shadow, cavitary lesion in the upper lobe.]

[The Mycobacterium tuberculosis is highly active and has already invaded the bloodstream.]

[The disease has progressed to a critical stage; the vital energy of the five internal organs and six bowels is declining, and the yang fire is about to be extinguished.]

[Conventional herbal remedies are ineffective; the bacteria have developed resistance. We need to refine the lightning-struck jujube wood with spiritual energy, supplemented with Nine Yang Grass and Echoing Wind Seed… only then can we eradicate the bacteria and restore life.]

This is tuberculosis.

However, it is also a treatable form of tuberculosis.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, the woman's heart sank to the bottom.

"Miracle doctor, is it even you...?"

Even this legendary living deity was helpless.

Her son, Tiger, is truly beyond saving.

Zhao Zian walked towards the consultation table.

He picked up the wolf-hair brush from the table.

"Three qian of placenta, two qian of cordyceps, one qian of *Gynostemma pentaphyllum*..."

"Illnesses can be cured."

The woman looked up at Zhao Zian.

"This disease is dangerous and cannot be cured overnight."

Zhao Zian continued speaking.

"According to my prescription, three doses should stop the coughing up of blood."

"Seven doses can strengthen the body's resistance and enable the patient to get out of bed and walk."

"In one month, the root of the disease can be cleared, and one will be no different from an ordinary person."

The woman was stunned.

Three doses to stop the bleeding?

Eradicate it completely in one month?

This was a promise she had never dared to even dream of, even after running all over the city!

"Miracle doctor! Miracle doctor! Are you telling the truth?"

Zhao Zian gave the prescription to the woman.

"Go and get the medicine, and get three doses as prescribed."

The woman took the prescription and thanked him profusely.

Su Mei smiled and reached out her hand.

"Consultation fee: ten taels of silver; medicine cost is separate."

The woman took a cloth bag out of her bosom.

Some loose silver and dozens of copper coins jingled and clanged.

She counted out ten taels of silver and handed them to Su Mei.

Su Mei accepted the money without hesitation and put it into the money box.

"Next!"

The curtain was lifted again.

The man who entered this time was a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes.

Two servants followed behind him.

"Are you that legendary doctor Zhao?"

Zhao Zian didn't speak, he just looked at him.

[Heart vessel obstruction, liver yang hyperactivity, qi and blood reverse flow...]

[Prolonged use of potent and dangerous medications to forcibly prolong life has led to dysfunction of the internal organs.]

[His life hangs by a thread; within three days, he will surely suffer a stroke, and even a miracle will not save him.]

"Your heart vessels are blocked, your liver yang is hyperactive, and your qi and blood are flowing in reverse."

"You've been taking potent drugs for a long time simply to strengthen your body and regain your virility."

"Unfortunately, the medicine was not the right treatment and instead backfired."

"Those drugs are destroying your vitality; your internal organs are already decaying inside."

He looked up and his gaze fell on the man's increasingly ashen face.

Your life hangs by a thread.

"Within three days, he will suffer a sudden stroke. At that time, blood rushes to his brain, and even a miracle will not be able to save him."

The muscles in the middle-aged man's face twitched.

"fart!"

"Who do you think you are! You mere brat, daring to spread your heretical teachings!"

"I've consulted renowned doctors throughout the southern part of the city, and they all say I'm just weak and need proper nourishment! What I'm taking is a golden pill made from century-old ginseng and thousand-year-old he shou wu! Each pill is worth a fortune!"

"You're calling that a potent drug? Who are you insulting?!"

"I think you're just a sensationalist charlatan! Trying to swindle money using these alarmist tactics!"

Su Mei frowned slightly.

She wasn't worried about Zhao Zi'an; she just thought he was too noisy.

Zhao Zian remained calm.

Do you wake up suddenly at midnight, drenched in sweat, your undergarments soaked through?

The middle-aged man's roar abruptly stopped.

Zhao Zian continued.

"When you wake up in the morning, do your left little finger and ring finger feel numb or tingly, and it takes a long time to relieve the numbness?"

The man's lips began to tremble.

He never mentioned these symptoms to anyone!

Including those famous doctors who prescribed him the Golden Elixir!

He always thought it was because he was overworked or had caught a cold.

They never connected these minor ailments with their lives.

"Also, do you experience a sharp, stabbing pain, like being stabbed with a needle, near the Tianchong acupoint behind your right ear every afternoon?"

"The pain lasts only a moment, but it makes you dizzy and almost unable to stand."

"Am I right or wrong?"

The middle-aged man froze.

The two servants behind him were also dumbfounded.

As their personal attendants, they knew more or less about their master's faults.

The middle-aged man's Adam's apple bobbed.

If what he said is true...

Within three days...

Stroke...

Even a god couldn't save him...

Do not!

impossible!

Wang Yuanwai was a prominent figure in Liuxi Town!

He's only just begun to enjoy his life!

How could someone just die like that!

"Nonsense!"

"It's nothing but the deceptive tricks of charlatans! Such petty skills, yet they dare to show off their limited abilities before me!"

Zhao Zian delivered the final verdict.

"The lesions have appeared, and the heart fire is attacking the heart; your time is running out."

"I could have used acupuncture to cut off the root of your illness with the power of thunder and fire, and then supplemented it with decoction, which might have given you a glimmer of hope."

"Unfortunately, you don't believe me."

"If you don't believe me, then please leave."

"Take care, and don't bother seeing me off."

"you!"

Wang Yuanwai was so angry that he trembled all over.

"Well done! What a fine Dr. Zhao! He's certainly got quite the airs!"

"You're saying I won't live past three days?"

"I'll show you whether I, Wang Yuanwai, can live for more than three days!"

"Three days!"

"If I'm still standing here unharmed three days from now, I'll make sure your shabby clinic disappears from Willow Creek Town!"

He turned and left.

I almost fell because the movement was too violent.

The servants beside him quickly helped him up.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"Get out of here!"

Wang Yuanwai pushed aside the servants and stepped out of the room, feigning strength.

The curtain fell.

Su Mei pursed her lips.

"What an idiot, still being stubborn even when he's about to die."

She had witnessed Zhao Zi'an's methods firsthand; if he said three days, then he would never wait until the fourth.

"Oh, what a pity. Judging from his attire, the consultation fee must have been quite high."

Su Mei walked to the large money box.

This is all their earnings this morning.

"Get rich! Get rich!"

Su Mei counted the money for a while before closing the box.

"I earned 327 taels today. After deducting the cost of the medicinal herbs, I made a net profit of 250 taels!"

Su Mei walked gracefully to Zhao Zi'an, her peach blossom eyes sparkling.

"You're truly my sister's lucky charm!"

Before Zhao Zian could react, a rich fragrance wafted towards him.

The soft touch on his cheek was fleeting.