Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

Anhe Street.

It is named after its proximity to the Xiao'an River.

This street is lined with one- or two-story buildings, housing clinics, money exchanges, pawnshops, cloth shops, and other commercial establishments.

It's considered a commercial center on several streets nearby.

Qin Ning followed Old Zhang to the end of the street.

A building with the Huichuntang signboard came into view.

The building has only one floor, and the entrance looks antique. Just approaching it, you can smell the fragrance of pine resin. Two long planks are hung on the doorposts on the left and right sides.

The inscription reads, "The smoke from boiling medicine by the pine window condenses into dew."

Below it reads, "Taking a pulse on a bamboo couch, the moonlight soaks the curtain."

"It's elegant enough that it looks more like a study than a clinic."

Qin Ning sighed and walked into the hall. Stepping over the threshold, he saw an old scholar wearing a square scarf behind the dimly lit counter, holding a classic book and flipping through it.

The old scholar seemed to have poor eyesight; his entire face was almost pressed against the book.

They didn't even notice when someone entered the house.

Qin Ning coughed lightly, and the old scholar poked his head out and said quietly, "Young master, please go to another clinic. Although my clinic is still open, it is no longer in operation."

Old Zhang followed him in from outside. "Doctor Fan, this young master Qin isn't here for treatment; he wants to see your clinic."

Upon hearing this, the old scholar put down his book, squinted at Qin Ning for a while, and said apologetically, "Young friend, please forgive my poor eyesight. My eyes have become so blurry from reading so many books in recent years that I didn't even notice the medicine pouch hanging on your waist."

As he spoke, he walked out from behind the counter, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and performed a standard cupped-hand salute.

Qin Ning returned the greeting, her eyes filled with an inscrutable expression.

On the way here, Old Zhang gave a brief introduction, saying that this old man had studied medicine for half his life, but somehow, at the age of fifty, he suddenly became fascinated with Confucian classics.

He was so engrossed in his work that he lost his appetite and couldn't even properly manage his family's traditional medical clinic, which eventually went bankrupt.

Abandoning medicine for literature...

After exchanging names, the old scholar sat back down behind the counter and gestured to Old Zhang to let Qin Ning look around at his leisure.

He still had classic texts to read, so he wouldn't stay with him.

Look how diligently they are studying... Qin Ning glanced at the little black cat on her shoulder. The cat seemed to sense something, meowed, closed its eyes, and lay down, no longer showing the same curious attitude it had towards the clinic.

"..."

Led by Old Zhang, Qin Ning thoroughly toured the clinic, inside and out.

Needless to say, the front hall is completely open, with counters, medicine cabinets, and consultation areas all visible.

There are three rooms in the backyard.

There is a bedroom and a storage room, which are said to have been used to store medicinal herbs, but now they are empty.

There was also a kitchen, but judging from the dusty appearance inside, it must have been unused for a long time.

Besides these, there is a sweet water well, a thatched hut, and a crooked old locust tree.

"Young Master Qin, this is roughly the layout of the clinic. The back door leads directly to the Xiao'an River. Fishmongers usually set up small boats along the river to sell their fish, vegetables, and fruits. What do you think of this place?"

"Very satisfied, how about you?" Qin Ning nodded and asked the little black cat on her shoulder, who had been curiously examining her again.

"Meow!"

The raccoon made a sweeping motion in the air, its yellow-blue eyes filled with joy at everything.

"Since you and your beloved pet are both satisfied, we can go and discuss the price with Physician Fan. He's eager to sell, and I'm confident I can lower the price by another three or five taels."

Old Zhang clearly remembered the instructions on Feng Hanying's note.

"No need, just the original price. I'll also pay you an extra 10% for the brokerage fee."

With nearly two thousand taels of silver in his pocket, Qin Ning no longer cared whether the price at the clinic was three taels more or less.

An elderly person can resolutely give up their livelihood for what they love at the age of fifty.

This sounds very unreliable, and it looks very reliable, but in short, it's very unreliable.

But this kind of courage, choice, and perseverance is not something everyone can do.

Within his means, Qin Ning wouldn't mind buying the clinic at the original price.

The two arrived at the main hall. Old Zhang stepped forward to negotiate, while Qin Ning had already taken out the silver notes from his pocket.

Unexpectedly, the doctor surnamed Fan said, "No rush. Since you have decided to buy my clinic, I have something else to tell you."

"On Anhe Street, every fifteenth of the month, a group of ruffians would come to each shop to extort money. Apart from pawnshops and money exchanges, every household on the street had to hand over 10% of their net profit, otherwise they would not be able to do business."

Upon hearing this, Old Zhang immediately exclaimed, "Why didn't you say so earlier!" Then he turned to Qin Ning and said, "Young master, I rarely come here and didn't know this clinic had such a secret. When I get back, I'll find you a better one..."

Qin Ning waved his hand, signaling the other person to be quiet for the time being: "Doctor Fan, aren't you afraid that if you tell me all this, I won't buy it?"

"I'm afraid, but the book says, sincerity is the way of Heaven; striving for sincerity is the way of man; if one's heart is not good, the feng shui will be no different; do not do to others what you would not have them do to you."

"You seem to read a rather eclectic range of books..." Qin Ning took out a hundred-tael silver note and placed it on the counter: "I'm buying your clinic. Here's your change."

Old Zhang, standing nearby, quickly tried to dissuade him: "Young Master Qin, those who can make a living by extorting money in Bei'an City all have some kind of influence behind them, you..."

"It's alright, I have a friend named Bai Gu."

Old Zhang was taken aback: "Could it be that Master Bai from the Mo family?"

Qin Ning nodded with a smile.

Brother Bai's reputation as a chivalrous man is indeed renowned throughout Bei'an... However, it is quite unexpected that Bei'an, which is known as the most prosperous city below the capital, would allow such scoundrels to act so openly, and that the merchants dare not speak out against them.

Well, perhaps the fact that Prince Su single-handedly held off an army of over 100,000 gave him too high expectations.

I always felt that such things shouldn't happen under the rule of this kind of person.

Upon hearing of Bai Gu's reputation as a chivalrous hero, Old Zhang stopped trying to dissuade him.

The old scholar approached the counter, stared at the silver notes for a long time, and slowly said, "I only have two qian of silver left in this counter, and I can't make change."

"..."

He went out to the money exchange in town and exchanged thirty taels of silver for fifty taels of silver. Together with the fifty taels that Master Zhao had prepared for him, he made a total of eighty taels.

Qin Ning hurriedly returned to the clinic, intending to deliver it to the old doctor Fan, who had abandoned medicine for literature.

However, in just a short while...

Suddenly, several unsightly figures appeared outside Huichun Hall.

Despite it being late autumn, the group was still dressed in shorts, their chests and breasts exposed, with triangular eyes and slanted eyebrows; some of them were even carrying short sticks.

Their appearance seemed designed as if they were afraid others wouldn't recognize them.

"Young Master Qin, these people are probably the scoundrels that Doctor Fan mentioned. You should probably hide for now," Old Zhang said uneasily.

Qin Ning smiled slightly. He was just wondering who to use to test his newly acquired supernatural powers, and now this group of things had delivered themselves to his doorstep.

[Missing Family] is activated remotely.

Just as the leader of the ruffians was about to step over the threshold, his nose suddenly stung with tears, and he stood there and burst into sobs.

The henchmen beside him were startled at first, then spoke cautiously.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"I miss my deadbeat dad so much, waaaaah!"

The henchmen were even more bewildered upon hearing this. One of them mustered his courage and said, "Boss, didn't you starve your dead father for half a month and then dump his body in a mass grave? I'll go get the body for you..."

Snapped!

A loud slap sent the man spinning three times, and four of his cavities fell out.

"Where did you leave my dad? Take me to find him right now! Waaaaah!"

Another henchman who also participated in disposing of the body said, "Boss, it's been over a year, the body should be rotting by now..."

Snapped!

Another slap in the face!

After a while.

Led by their wailing leader, the group ran towards the outskirts of Beian City.

......

Old Zhang looked bewildered: "Young Master Qin, what's going on with this group of people? Why are they crying and fighting all at once?"

"I don't know, maybe it's retribution for doing too many bad things."

"Let's go and deliver this silver to Doctor Fan. I'll go back to the inn to pack up and move over tomorrow."

Two minor evil spirits were captured in two days, the location for practicing medicine was finalized, and a new supernatural power was acquired.

Qin Ning is in a really good mood right now.