Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

The old man approached mysteriously, his body emitting a mixture of sweat and the stench of feces that assaulted my senses.

"This young master of the Zhao family has been frequenting brothels too much, and I don't know what kind of terrible disease he's contracted. Now he's acting crazy all the time, calling everyone he sees 'Mother.'"

A strange light flashed in Qin Ning's eyes: "You call everyone you see 'Mother'?"

"That's right, I heard him shouting in his room when I went to collect the night soil this morning. Apparently, he's been tied up." The old man collecting the night soil sounded surprised, and then shook his head as he spoke, saying, "It's just a pity for that Master Zhao. He was honest and kind all his life, and he did a lot of good deeds. But his son ended up like this. Life is so unpredictable."

He sighed and stuffed the loose silver into his pocket: "Young master, is there anything else you want to ask this old man? If not, I'd better hurry up and push this dung cart out of the city. If the merchants and households come out on the streets later, this old man will inevitably be looked down upon."

"Old man, do you know how long Young Master Zhao has been suffering from this illness?"

The old man reached out and rubbed his pants: "It's been about two or three days, but I'm not really sure of the exact number."

Qin Ning nodded without saying anything more, indicating that the other party could leave, while he silently pondered in his heart.

[A ninth-generation infant, a spirit, possessed by someone who has an abnormal craving for maternal love; a typical symptom is chasing after people and calling them "Mother"...]

It seems this young master of the Zhao family has unfortunately become a junior student of Wa.

Spirits are easy to deal with. Whether it's a palm lightning bolt, a peach wood sword, or even a mouthful of blood from his tongue, they can easily kill such weak spirits.

The current challenge is how to get this "Nine-Life Infant" out of the Zhao family's young master's body.

It's true that Qin Ning wants to subdue the ferocious beast, but he can't just chop it up directly.

Or I could wait a while until the spirit completely wears down that young master Zhao... No, that's something only Jia Xu would do.

Qin Ning scratched his head, having roughly come up with a plan in mind, but he needed to put it into practice to see if it would actually work.

He first found a secondhand clothing shop in Bei'an City and spent 400 coins to buy a secondhand dark blue coarse cloth long gown that itinerant doctors often wore. He specifically chose one with cuffs and collar that were worn white.

I went to another clinic and bought a second-hand medicine box and medicine bag to carry on my back.

Only then did he leisurely arrive at the gate of the Zhao residence and knock on the door knocker.

With a creak, the side door opened, and a servant poked his head out. He first looked Qin Ning up and down before asking with some doubt.

"Is there something you need, sir?"

The servant spoke gently, without the arrogance often seen among servants of wealthy merchants, suggesting that the Zhao family had a decent upbringing.

"I am a traveler who has come here and heard that the young master of the Zhao family has fallen ill with a strange disease. I have taken the liberty of visiting you and hope that you will help me inform Master Zhao."

This time, Qin Ning didn't slip any money. It would be strange if he, a poor doctor, were to give money for simply sending someone a message.

The performance is hidden in the details.

"You're here to treat my young master?" The servant scratched his head, a hint of doubt in his eyes, but still said politely, "Alright, wait here for a moment, I'll go and inform the master."

A short while later, the main gate opened.

An elderly man, dressed in a royal blue silk jacket and with a slightly plump figure, walked out surrounded by several people.

Needless to say, the servants were dressed very well. Two of them, one old and one young, even had medicine pouches hanging from their waists, and the younger one had a large medicine box on his back.

"Oh, a fellow traveler..." A flicker of surprise crossed Qin Ning's eyes, but it seemed quite normal.

The Zhao family was a wealthy household, so how could they not call a doctor when their eldest son fell ill?

"May I ask your honorable name, sir, and how you knew my son was ill?"

Master Zhao also had a look of doubt in his eyes. His son had gone to a brothel the other day and suddenly fell seriously ill. It was not a glorious thing.

Therefore, he only used his connections to find a physician from the Prince's Palace Medical Center to come to his door, and did not publicize it extensively.

I wonder how such a young and handsome doctor came to my door.

"My surname is Qin. Master Zhao, you are always kind to others. Your son is ill, and naturally someone is worried. That person came to me and told me about the illness. I happen to be skilled in treating such serious illnesses, so I came uninvited."

According to the old man who cleans the latrines, Qin Ning first flattered him, and then tried to persuade Master Zhao to let him come into the mansion to treat the "newly enrolled junior student".

An untimely voice suddenly rang out.

"Master Zhao, these days are bad. Many people can't even distinguish between medicinal herbs but dare to go out and pretend to be doctors. You must be careful of swindlers."

Qin Ning looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person speaking was the middle-aged colleague who was wearing a green shirt and had a medicine bag hanging from his waist.

"This colleague is right. These days, not only are there many swindlers, but they are also incredibly shameless. Some people can't even cure their own illnesses; all they have left are empty words, yet they dare to spout nonsense."

The fact that Master Zhao was able to lead a group of people out to greet him means that his eldest son is still in the state of calling everyone "Mother".

If they have already been cured, they can't just dismiss them with a single sentence.

Therefore, Qin Ning's sarcasm was delivered with utmost certainty.

"How dare you! Our master is a physician from the Royal Physician's Office! A pharmacist of the eighth rank!"

The young man carrying the medicine box spoke indignantly, as if the person being scolded was his own father.

This guy must be quite the expert in the workplace... Qin Ning ignored him and looked at Master Zhao instead. These two colleagues, whether from a reputable medical institution or the Imperial Hospital, couldn't very well stop someone from treating his son.

"Please calm down, both of you. Doctor Qin, let's go inside and talk first."

Master Zhao's words were a statement of his opinion.

The group headed into the mansion, and the eighth-rank pharmacist snorted coldly and followed silently behind.

He refused to believe that even the physicians of a reputable medical institution were helpless against this ailment.

A traveling physician who goes around seeking treatment, especially one who takes the initiative to come to your door, must have a way to solve the problem!

When the group arrived at the main hall, Master Zhao, being a meticulous man, ordered people to make tea and pour water, and then led everyone to sit in the hall for a while.

Qin Ning said there was no need, and that they could go directly to see Young Master Zhao.

He also had an appointment with Old Man Zhang to view a house in the afternoon, so he was quite pressed for time.

After some polite refusals, Master Zhao, who was worried about his only son, led them to a small courtyard in the northwest corner of the mansion.

Before even entering the courtyard, I heard a series of hoarse screams.

As for the content... it's nothing more than words like "Mother" and "Let me go."

"Dr. Dong gave her a sleeping pill, so why is Zhiwei screaming like this again!"

The only son of Master Zhao was named Zhao Zhiwei.

The servant guarding the courtyard gate said anxiously, "Master, the effect of that sleeping powder is getting shorter and shorter. You just left a short while ago, and the young master woke up."

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the physician from the Good Doctor's Office in the crowd.

The eighth-rank pharmacist was a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and said, "Master Zhao, I will go and invite the chief physician over in a moment. He is a seventh-rank acupuncturist and has the skill of diagnosing illnesses by listening to sounds. Everyone in Bei'an City knows him."

Master Zhao exchanged a few polite words, but remained noncommittal.

He had heard a little about the strange illness that had befallen the only son of the Prince of Su.

The chief and deputy chief physicians of the Liangyi Medical Institute could not escape.

Otherwise, the physician invited today should have been the head physician from the Good Doctor's Clinic, not these two in front of us.

"Dr. Qin, do you really have a solution for my child's strange illness?"

Qin Ning touched the scorching hot Bagua plate in his sleeve and nodded slightly, saying, "I wouldn't dare to say for sure, but I'd say I'm about 70-80% confident."

Master Zhao immediately offered a hefty reward: "If you can cure my child, I am willing to offer a thousand taels of gold as payment for your treatment."

With a smile and no words, Qin Ning stepped into the courtyard. When he reached the door of the room, he stopped and spoke to the two doctors from Liangyi Clinic in a very targeted manner.

"You two wait outside."