In times of chaos and famine, I traded one pound of rice for two royal flushes.

My head hurts so much.

It felt like being pinned to the ground by ten strong men and ground back and forth a hundred times with a millstone.

Qin Shaolang opened his eyes with difficulty, but the blinding sunlight made him close them again instantly.

What's going on? Wasn't I performing surgery on my brothers in Africa when their tent was blown up?

Is this... a sunbathing resort run by the underworld? The service is quite attentive.

"That good-for-nothing son of the Qin family has woken up!"

"So what if he's awake? He's squandered the family fortune; today he'll be conscripted into the army!"

"Serves him right! His father, General Qin, was a man of great renown, how could he have given birth to such a wretch!"

The cacophony of sounds filled his ears, and Qin Shaolang felt as if an 800GB compressed file had been forcibly crammed into his brain, which was frantically decompressing.

The original owner was also named Qin Shaolang.

The only son of Qin Baisheng, the Protector General of the Great Wei Dynasty.

He was originally a typical second-generation official and a wealthy heir, living a life where he could win without lifting a finger.

As a result, her father died on the battlefield, and in her grief, the original owner... plunged into a casino, trying to numb herself with gambling.

Goodness, this is quite a thorough paralysis.

In less than six months, he lost all his wealth, and even the house he lived in became someone else's.

That's a high-level skill; most people can't really learn it.

As the memories were finally decompressed, Qin Shaolang's lips twitched.

The original owner's last outrageous act was to drink a "final drink," which resulted in alcohol poisoning and his immediate death, conveniently facilitating the life of this unlucky military doctor from the 21st century.

"Thanks a lot, bro," Qin Shaolang thought to himself. "How am I supposed to play if I can't even collect a single bowl at the start?"

He stood up unsteadily and looked around.

A dilapidated post station, its rammed earth walls cracked with large holes, as if it were about to die at any moment.

Outside the post station, under the blazing sun, a group of raggedly dressed people stood in a circle, pointing and gesturing at the center of the circle. Their expressions were a mixture of numbness, schadenfreude, and a desire to see more drama unfold.

In the center of the circle, a greasy middle-aged man dressed in the uniform of a yamen runner was lazily taking stock of something in a booklet.

"Silence! Silence!" The constable tapped his fire-and-water stick impatiently. "Next, Qin Shaolang!"

I'm coming.

"Qin Shaolang, your family property is gone. According to the laws of the Great Wei Dynasty, your father's military merits cannot be offset. You are to be conscripted into the border army immediately and will depart in three days!" The yamen runner's voice was like a broken gong, making people's heads ache.

The surrounding onlookers immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, go to the border and die!"

"With his delicate skin and frail body, can he even withstand a knife? Is he just going to be the enemy's casualty?"

"I've heard that the barbarians in the north love to gnaw on bones; Young Master Qin's bones must taste delicious!"

Qin Shaolang automatically ignored the trash talk from these NPCs.

Send them to the border army? What a joke!

He's someone who wields a scalpel, you're asking him to handle a large cleaver? That's completely mismatched with his profession!

Besides, with the original owner's body weakened by wine and women, let alone going to the battlefield, he would probably be crippled on the spot before he could even travel three hundred miles.

No, we need to think of a solution.

Just as Qin Shaolang's brain was working at full speed, trying to find the system bug, he caught a glimpse of two "products" next to the yamen runner out of the corner of his eye.

There were two girls.

The older one was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the younger one looked about twelve or thirteen.

Both men were dressed in patched, coarse cloth clothes, their faces filthy, but their handsome features were still discernible.

Especially the older sister, although she had her head down, her back was straight, like a little white poplar in the wind, stubborn and tenacious.

The younger sister hid behind her older sister, her little hands tightly gripping the hem of her sister's clothes, her body trembling like a leaf falling in the autumn wind.

"Hey, how much for these twin sisters?" A sleazy old man with a goatee rubbed his hands together, drool practically dripping from his mouth.

The bailiff, referred to as "Boss Wang," glanced at him and lazily held up three fingers.

"Three taels of silver, or thirty shi of grain, no bargaining."

The old man with the goatee's face instantly fell.

"So expensive? With such a bad harvest, who could afford so much grain?"

"That's right, that's right, it's robbery!"

Boss Wang sneered, "Buy it or don't, it's up to you. After today, they'll be sold to brothels, and they'll be worth much more than this."

Upon hearing this, the older sister visibly stiffened and hugged her younger sister even tighter.

Qin Shaolang frowned.

He wasn't some saint, but what he saw before him truly crossed his bottom line as a doctor.

Life should not be traded so cheaply.

Moreover, he's currently in dire straits himself; if he could…

A bold plan took shape in his mind at lightning speed.

Feasibility... 50%.

The risk is extremely high.

But the profits... are huge!

Let's do it! Give it a shot, and maybe a bicycle will turn into a motorcycle!

Just then, the stubborn older sister, Su Jin, suddenly raised her head.

Her gaze swept across the crowd, passing over the faces that were greedy, numb, or lewd, before finally settling on Qin Shaolang.

Why him?

Perhaps it was because this legendary spendthrift was the only one in the entire room who didn't look at them with that "merchandise-giving" gaze.

His eyes were completely...dazed?

Never mind! This is the last chance!

Su Jin made a snap decision, grabbed her sister, and staggered to Qin Shaolang's side. Then, with a "thump," she knelt down straight down.

"Young master! Please buy us sisters!"

This kneeling gesture immediately drew everyone's attention.

This left Qin Shaolang, who was pondering "how to get a motorcycle license plate," completely dumbfounded.

"Holy crap? Sister, don't do this, I can't take it! I haven't even solved my own survival problem yet!" Qin Shaolang screamed inwardly.

Wang Tou'er and the onlookers were also stunned.

Immediately, an even more intense burst of laughter erupted.

"Hahaha! She actually begged Qin Shaolang? Doesn't she know that kid can barely support himself?"

"Are you out of your mind? Looking for a penniless nobody?"

"This is interesting, even more exciting than listening to a storyteller!"

Wang Tou'er looked at Su Jin with an expression as if she were a fool, then turned to Qin Shaolang, his tone full of sarcasm: "Oh, Young Master Qin, this young lady has taken a liking to you. How about it, want to be a hero and save the damsel in distress? Do you have a few taels of silver?"

Qin Shaolang ignored the noise.

He looked at Su Jin, who was kneeling on the ground and banging her head on the scorching yellow earth, and then at the little girl behind her who was so scared that she was about to cry.

He slowly and solemnly touched the only valuable possession he had on him.

A cloth bag about the size of a palm.

It contains... about a pound of mixed grains.

This was the original owner's last ration, intended for the journey to the border.

Qin Shaolang took it off and weighed it in his hand.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone looked at him like he was an idiot.

This spendthrift son isn't trying to trade this little bit of rice for two people, is he?

They're insane, absolutely insane.

Qin Shaolang, facing everyone's gaze, walked step by step to Wang Tou'er and handed him the small cloth bag.

"Are these enough to buy both of them?"

The air seemed to freeze for three seconds.

then……

"Hahahaha!"

"Pfft—I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die laughing!"

"Is he serious? One pound of grain? Enough to buy two people? He might as well rob someone!"

"His brain is completely broken! Utterly broken!"

The old man with the goatee laughed until tears streamed down his face, pointing at Qin Shaolang, breathless with rage.

Wang Tou'er's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He felt that his career had been insulted like never before.

"Qin Shaolang!" he gritted his teeth. "Are you playing me?"

"I'm not playing a trick on you." Qin Shaolang said calmly. "I know this isn't enough for three taels of silver or thirty shi of grain. But, Chief Wang, think about it."

He paused, organized his thoughts, and began speaking in a persuasive tone.

"These two sisters, you're selling them for three taels of silver, will anyone buy them?"

Wang Tou'er was speechless.

"No. They all think it's too expensive. If you can't sell them, you'll have to do what you said and send them to brothels. Once they're there, when you'll get the money and how much you'll get are all unknown. If they run away, get sick, or die on the way, you won't get a single penny."

Qin Shaolang's voice wasn't loud, but his logic was clear.

"However, this little bit of food I have is real. It will be in your hands right now, immediately. Although it's a small amount, it's certain. You're exchanging an uncertain 'high return' for a certain 'basic living allowance.' No matter how you look at it, you're not losing out."

Wang Tou'er was completely bewildered by this set of "venture capital theories".

It seems... that makes sense?

"Besides," Qin Shaolang lowered his voice, leaning closer, "I, Qin Shaolang, am about to go to the border. I'm not buying them for my own enjoyment. Think about it, I'm a convict, going to the border is a near-death experience. Wouldn't having two people with me be a burden?"

Boss Wang nodded subconsciously.

"So, I'm doing this... to share the burden of the country!" Qin Shaolang suddenly raised his voice, his face full of righteousness. "I'm taking them to the border. The older sister can become a military prostitute, and the younger sister can become a camp prostitute. Isn't this all for the service of our Great Wei's soldiers? I'm giving you a political achievement, Chief Wang!"

"I..." Boss Wang was completely dumbfounded.

What this kid said makes so much sense, I can't even refute it!

He dumped two burdens on a hapless guy who was about to die, got a pound of grain for free, and even earned the title of "sharing the country's burdens".

This deal is incredibly profitable!

The onlookers were also stunned by Qin Shaolang's "frivolous remarks".

Is that another way to explain it?

Talent!

Su Jin, kneeling on the ground, trembled even more violently.

She begged him because she wanted to escape this hellish situation.

Unexpectedly, this man was about to lead them into an even bigger pit of fire!

Military prostitutes? Camp prostitutes? What kind of place is that!

She bit her lip so hard it almost bled.

Qin Shaolang didn't look at her, but stared at Wang Tou'er.

"How about it, Boss Wang? A sure-fire way to make money, a political achievement that's within your grasp. You're in or not?"

Wang Tou'er's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He picked up a crumpled "personal registration document" from the table next to him, then picked up the official seal and dipped it in ink.

With a "smack," it was slapped on.

Then, he snatched the grain bag from Qin Shaolang's hand and stuffed the paper into Qin Shaolang's arms.

"You've got a way with words, kid! The man's yours!"

Wang Tou'er turned and left, afraid that Qin Shaolang would change his mind.

"Get out, get out of here! Take your 'achievements' and get out of here! Don't get in my way!"