Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Inside the Ancient Thatched Cottage in Chengcheng.

Ji Mingzhi withdrew his hand from the patient's pulse and said, "Open your mouth."

He carefully observed the patient's tongue coating and had an answer in his mind.

"Alright, close your eyes now!"

"How is it, Senior Ji?" the patient asked anxiously.

"Judging from your symptoms, you've likely caught a cold, leading to an imbalance in your spleen and stomach," Ji Mingzhi said with a smile. "However, it's nothing serious. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Take it on time, and you'll recover in a few days."

After saying that, he quickly wrote down a prescription and handed it to the middle-aged man next to him, instructing him, "Xing'an, go and get the medicine for this patient."

Ji Xing'an nodded: "Okay, Father."

Seeing the man's worried expression, Ji Mingzhi comforted him, "Don't worry, the medicine isn't expensive, it's just a few coins."

"Here's your medicine, take it." Ji Xing'an wrapped up the medicine he had grabbed and handed it to the patient.

"Thank you very much, Senior Ji! Thank you, Mr. Ji."

"Go ahead, go ahead!" Ji Mingzhi waved his hand, saying nonchalantly.

Once there was no one else in the pharmacy, Ji Mingzhi sighed. He rubbed his swollen eyes, his gaze revealing a deep sense of helplessness and powerlessness.

"Recently, more and more people have been suffering from stomach problems, and the medicine only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. Does the court really intend to do nothing? Even if it were just to allocate some grain from other places, it wouldn't have come to this."

"Heh, I'm afraid that by the time this funding reaches our area, less than a tenth will be saved. The higher-ups haven't even been fed yet, how could it possibly reach us ordinary people?" Ji Xing'an said with a hint of sarcasm.

He glanced outside the door, lowered his voice, and continued, "What's more, our county magistrate is so wise; he sends people out to arrest people every day, and the wailing inside the county office has never stopped."

Ji Mingzhi said meaningfully, "Yes, I've heard that bandits are rampant outside the city. These peaceful days probably won't last much longer!"

Tap, tap.

Footsteps came from outside the door. The father and son exchanged a glance and wisely kept quiet.

The newcomer was a bearded man wearing a leather jacket, leather pants, a leather hat, and leather boots.

It was Wei Shi, fully armed.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and asked.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Ji Mingzhi?"

"Indeed, what brings you here, sir?" Ji Mingzhi asked warily.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. As soon as Wei Shi entered, he could tell that although the man was somewhat emaciated, his complexion was strangely rosy and radiant, and he was clear-headed, with bright eyes and clear speech.

Although it was a bit strange, it didn't seem like they were there to see him for a medical consultation.

Furthermore, his expression was calm and composed, not at all like someone whose relative had a serious illness and needed him to seek medical treatment.

It's unlikely to be anything good.

"I've heard of Elder Ji's superb medical skills. I've recently obtained a miraculous medicine that can revive the dead and bring the bones back to life," Wei Shi said. "I wonder if Elder Ji would be interested?"

"Growing bones, bringing the dead back to life?" Ji Xing'an looked at the burly man before him with suspicion. "Are you sure you're not joking?"

"That's right," Wei Shi nodded and said affirmatively.

He had studied medicine with his father for half his life, and he had never seen any prescription that could achieve such a level of effectiveness.

I'm afraid he's some kind of scammer.

"Oh, so how do you want to prove it?" Ji Mingzhi was amused. He had studied medicine since childhood, and while his medical skills weren't exactly superb, he was capable of treating people and had a small reputation in the city.

The only way to help patients recover is through traditional Chinese medicine. But now someone is telling him that there is a medicine that can bring the dead back to life.

"Alright, please don't panic. I have absolutely no intention of harming you."

Wei Shi nodded, took off all the leather shackles on his body, then took out a knife and made a long, vertical cut on his arm.

"Hey, brave man, why are you doing this? Xing'an, quick, go get the medicine!" Ji Mingzhi quickly got up and walked towards Wei Shi, intending to press acupoints to stop the bleeding.

"Sir, wait a moment," Wei Shi said, taking out some dried fish to fill his stomach first. Then, he pulled out an apple. "Have you taken a good look at this wound?"

Is this supposedly miraculous medicine, just a wild fruit?

This is just ridiculous.

Ji Mingzhi frowned, looking at the bleeding knife wound.

The next second, he felt a chill run down his spine, his furrowed brows instantly relaxed, his eyes widened, and forehead wrinkles appeared.

The knife wound began to heal and scab over at a visible speed as Wei Shi ate, and then fell off.

"How is this possible?"

Ji Mingzhi grabbed Wei Shi's arm and looked him over. Seeing the fair skin left by the wound, he knew that what he had just seen was not an illusion.

"If you don't believe me, sir, I can demonstrate it for you again!" Wei Shi said, about to eat the remaining half of the apple.

"No, I believe it, I believe it!" Ji Mingzhi looked at the half-destroyed divine fruit with a pained expression.

What a tragedy! Just to prove it's real, half of this world's only divine object has been lost!

How many people could this save!

"Tell me, what do you want?" Ji Mingzhi stared intently at the half apple for a long time before reluctantly looking away, exhaling a breath of stale air, and asked.

He didn't believe this person had come here simply to broaden the horizons of this old man; there must be some other motive.

"What if I were to say that there is a miraculous medicine that can cure all diseases in the world?" Wei Shi stared into Ji Mingzhi's eyes and said, word by word.

"Of all the diseases in the world, can lump disease be cured?" Ji Mingzhi took a deep breath and asked.

Plague is also known as bubonic plague.

"Yes!" Wei Shi replied.

"I can give you anything I have! This shop, or even my life," Ji Mingzhi said without further hesitation. "Just tell me where the medicine is!"

"Old sir, the Immortal Lord requests your presence!"