After ten years of accompanying me in my studies, the entire court begged me to shut up.

Chapter 91 Hundred Herbs Pill (Seeking First Subscription)

"Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand!"

Yang Shen quickly waved his hand and explained, "I meant, I admire your medical skills!"

Liu Qing asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Yang Shen stopped beating around the bush and said directly, "Our development zone has more than a thousand households, and what we need right now is a clinic. Young lady, your medical skills are superb, why don't you stay and practice medicine? Business will definitely be good."

Liu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, the coldness in her eyes fading.

"I'm used to traveling around with my master, and I don't like being restricted."

Yang Shen's eyes lit up, and he asked, "You have a master? Could you invite him to practice medicine here?"

Liu Qing's expression darkened as he said, "My master is dead. I won't say anymore; I still need to avenge him!"

Yang Shen was taken aback: "Your master was also murdered?"

Liu Qing nodded and said nothing more.

Yang Shen thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "How about this, you tell me who your enemy is, I'll help you get revenge, and you can stay and practice medicine."

Liu Qing looked at him and suddenly smiled.

This was the first time she had laughed, not in a mocking way, but in a genuine way.

Her eyebrows curved upwards, softening the cold lines on her face and making her look much better than when she had a stern expression.

But the smile was fleeting, and he quickly withdrew it.

"My master's grudge has nothing to do with you. Just let me go."

Seeing her resolute attitude, Yang Shen knew he couldn't force her to stay.

He hesitated for a moment, then conceded, "If all else fails, how about this? I have a school here. Go and pick a few gifted children to mentor for me. Once they've completed their apprenticeship, you can leave, okay?"

Liu Qing asked, "Taking on an apprentice? How long will it take?"

Yang Shen thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "Being able to see patients independently is fine. That depends on the apprentice's talent; it could take one or two years, or even longer—"

"Six months!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Qing interrupted, "I'll train you as an apprentice for six months as a way of repaying your kindness. After six months, regardless of whether they graduate or not, I will leave."

Yang Shen looked at her and knew that this was her bottom line.

Half a year is better than nothing.

"Okay, six months it is!"

The two reached an agreement, and Yang Shen was secretly delighted.

The development zone has long since expanded beyond the original workshops.

There is an urgent need for various supporting facilities, such as academies, clinics, and shops.

Moreover, everything here is a fresh start; the academy doesn't teach the Four Books and Five Classics, but rather the law.

He had long wanted to open a clinic, and a modern one at that, but he was struggling to find a suitable candidate.

I'll discuss some new technologies with her later, and I don't believe she won't stay!

"I'll let Laifu take over the location of the clinic—cough cough!"

As Yang Shen was speaking, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and began to cough.

Liu Qing stepped forward, reached out and pinched Yang Shen's wrist, then pressed the back of her hand against his forehead. She then took out a small porcelain bottle and said, "This is a herbal pill I made myself. It can prevent colds. Take two."

"Thank you, Miss Liu!"

Yang Shen had no doubts about her medical skills. He opened the porcelain bottle, poured out two small pills, and swallowed them in one gulp.

Then he casually tucked the porcelain bottle into his bosom, the whole movement fluid and natural.

Liu Qing took back the porcelain bottle, her lips moved as if to speak, but in the end she decided against it.

On this day, horse-drawn carriages stopped in front of the workshop.

The sedan curtain was lifted, revealing Gu Dayong from the Eastern Palace.

He found Zhu Houzhao and conveyed the imperial edict, while Zhu Houzhao hurriedly went to find Yang Shen.

"Yang, my father has issued an imperial edict ordering me to return home."

Yang Shen cupped his hands and said, "Since His Majesty has given the order, you should go back! I heard that His Majesty was unwell some time ago, and I don't know if he is getting better. You have been staying here for more than ten days, so it is time to go back and pay your respects."

Zhu Houzhao waved his hand and said, "Just now, Gu Dayong relayed a message saying that the chief disciple of the Medicine King Sect has arrived in the capital and personally presented medicine to Father Emperor. After Father Emperor took it, his health has greatly improved."

"The Medicine King Sect?"

Yang Shen raised an eyebrow slightly and remarked with admiration, "This Medicine King Sect does have some skill!"

Zhu Houzhao hummed in agreement and then asked, "Do you want to go back? I'll take you with me."

Yang Shen thought about it and realized that he hadn't been home for quite some time.

I've been busy with things at the development zone these past few days, working non-stop every day. I should go back and visit.

"Then I shall respectfully accept your offer!"

The carriage left the workshop and headed north.

Upon arriving in the capital, Yang Shen went straight home.

As evening fell, the two brothers, Yang Ting and Yang Tingyi, finished their shifts.

When Yang Tinghe saw Yang Shen, a rare look of joy appeared on his face.

"You're back."

"Greetings to Father!"

Yang Shen stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

Yang Tinghe waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for formalities, and then took out a small porcelain bottle and placed it on the table.

"Guess what this is?"

Yang Shen glanced at the porcelain vase; it was white with blue decorations and exquisitely crafted, something he had never seen before.

"I don't know."

Yang Tinghe laughed and said, "These are good things! They are spiritual herbs from the Medicine King Sect. I had to use a lot of connections to get three of them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Tingyi walked in from outside.

"Big brother's back? Is this the medicine we begged for?"

Yang Tinghe pushed the porcelain bottle towards the two of them and said, "The chief disciple of the Medicine King Sect came to the capital to present medicine to His Majesty. After His Majesty took it, his health improved greatly. Now the news has spread throughout the capital that the Medicine King Sect is a hermit master who refines elixirs that can prolong life and make one immune to all poisons."

Yang Tingyi's eyes lit up: "That's amazing?"

"Of course!"

Yang Tinghe sat down, stroked his beard, and said, "What's even more remarkable is that the Medicine King Sect not only supplies medicine to the palace, but also distributes medicine to the common people, benefiting all humanity. Now, the people of the capital are scrambling to get medicine, and the price of a single pill has risen to five hundred coins."

Yang Shen couldn't help but ask, "Five hundred coins? That's so expensive?"

"You don't understand. Miracle medicines are all about luck; even money can't guarantee you can buy them."

Yang Tinghe pointed to the small porcelain bottle and said, "I only managed to get three by asking a fellow student for a favor, one for each of us."

Yang Tingyi leaned closer to examine it, clicking his tongue in amazement: "I've heard that taking this medicine makes one immune to all poisons, so one won't be afraid of getting sick anymore?"

Hearing this, Yang Shen felt something was amiss and asked, "If it's about universal salvation, why charge money?"

Yang Tinghe glanced at him, then shook his head with a smile: "You silly child, even immortals need to eat! They've come all this way to the capital; they can't just starve."

Yang Shen didn't say anything more. He reached out, picked up the small porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and poured out a pill.

The pill rolled into my palm; it was dark brown, about the size of a thumb, and emitted a faint herbal fragrance.

He stared at the pill, his brows gradually furrowing.

These pills... why do they look so familiar?

Seeing him in a daze, Yang Tingyi asked, "Nephew, what's wrong?"

Yang Shen did not answer. He brought the pill to his nose, smelled it, and examined it carefully for a moment.

"Father, what's the name of this medicine?"

Yang Tinghe said, "The Hundred Herbs Pill!"