Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

After paying the silver, half of the brokerage fee was paid.

Old Zhang will handle the land title transfer and other matters, and then deliver them to this clinic.

The final payment will be made later.

"From now on, this clinic belongs to you, young friend." Old Doctor Fan put the silver into his personal book box, and then took out two taels of silver and a key from the money box on the counter.

He tucked the money into his waistband and placed the key on the counter.

He held the book in his hands and was about to leave.

"That's great..." Qin Ning was taken aback for a moment: "Doctor Fan, I'm only moving in tomorrow, you can tidy up again tonight."

"No need. All my belongings are in this book box. Now that I've sold my clinic and have some money, I can go to the capital to participate in the imperial examination."

The old man spoke slowly as he walked away without looking back.

I have no attachment whatsoever to this clinic where I have lived for so many years.

Once the other person's figure disappeared from the doorway, Qin Ning came to her senses. "This old doctor Fan, is he a scholar who passed the imperial examination?"

The Great Xia Dynasty holds a spring imperial examination every three years, and the minimum requirement to participate is to be a Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial examination). Emperor Yongguang has been on the throne for eight years, and next April will be his third imperial examination since his ascension.

Old Zhang rubbed his hands together: "This old man doesn't know, but after studying for so many years, he must have passed the imperial examination and obtained the title of Juren."

A scholar who passed the imperial examinations was a very important person in the countryside.

But within Beian City, it wouldn't be anything unusual, and naturally, no one would pay much attention to it.

He's already a scholar who passed the imperial examinations, so why doesn't he have that scholarly air unique to the Confucian path of cultivation...? Qin Ning wondered, could it be that this person only studies books and doesn't cultivate himself?

But that's not right either. He and Feng Hanying had roughly learned that the Confucian nine-rank enlightenment system meant that as long as one was well-versed in poetry and classics, even without cultivation methods, one would cultivate the first breath of literary spirit in one's heart.

At that time, one will feel refreshed and clear-headed, and will be less susceptible to common illnesses.

But judging from his eyes alone, this old physician Fan doesn't seem like someone who has reached the ninth rank.

"Meow?"

Seeing its master in a daze, the raccoon gently touched Qin Ning's cheek with its paw pads, its two big eyes full of curiosity.

"Thinking about trivial things." Patting the little black cat, Qin Ning said to Old Zhang, who was still waiting for instructions.

"The land deed and other documents can be delivered tomorrow. Also, find two people to replace all the couplets and signs at the entrance."

With a new owner, the clinic naturally needed to be renovated, including the plaques and other items.

"Please speak, sir," Old Zhang replied, went behind the counter to get paper and pen, and waited to write it down.

Qin Ning pondered for a moment and said, "The first line says that external injuries cannot be cured, and the second line says that medicine is not needed."

"As for the signboard... let's call it Xingzhentang." He took a couple of steps and added, "Also, have someone get me a board to put at the entrance, and write on it that for the first month of opening, the first three people each day will receive free medical consultations."

After speaking, he nodded in satisfaction, clearly pleased with the couplet and name he had come up with.

Old Zhang's lips twitched, and he hesitated to pick up his pen, carefully trying to persuade him.

"Young master, the name of your clinic is fine, but isn't the couplet a bit too blatant? I know a few scholars, perhaps..."

Qin Ning waved her hand to interrupt: "Just do as I say."

He opened this clinic mainly to improve his physical fitness.

The plague does not discriminate between the noble and the lowly.

Moreover, the more straightforward the couplets are, the more people in the city can understand them, which makes them more convenient from the perspective of dissemination.

Once he gains fame and a sufficient following, people like Master Zhao will naturally come knocking on his door.

At that time, you can make money and "upgrade" at the same time.

Hearing the host say this, Old Zhang stopped talking and quickly picked up his pen to write down everything that needed to be recorded.

The two parted ways.

On the bustling street, Qin Ning, accompanied by his cat, looked around. This was the first time he had the time to properly observe the sights and sounds of Beian City.

It was late afternoon, and many people were drinking tea at street-side tea stalls to aid digestion.

Many of them are in their seventies or eighties.

If those who don't engage in production can be so leisurely, it seems that the rule of this Prince Su is not entirely without merit. Qin Ning pondered this with his uniquely modern perspective.

He passed by a vendor selling candied hawthorns, bought two, ate one with one hand, and fed the little black cat on his shoulder with the other.

The cat's yellow-blue eyes were filled with amazement as it tasted this sweet and sour food for the first time.

The thin, crisp sugar coating crumbled easily when chewed, releasing the sweet and sour flavor of hawthorn into the air.

The little black cat ate with gusto, its whiskers covered in sugar crumbs.

After finishing the candied hawthorns, the two returned to the Fulai Inn.

As Qin Ning entered the door, a figure wearing a straw hat and a coarse robe bumped into him, after he threw the bamboo skewer into the rough earthenware jar where the trash was kept.

"Why aren't you staying at the inn? What are you doing running around like this?! I've been waiting for you here all day!"

The voice was very soft, but Qin Ning recognized the person as Tuo Yu'er immediately from her distinctive accent.

Why is she here? Is something strange at the Drunken Flower Pavilion? But I've already killed the [Nine-Life Infant]...

Tuo Yu'er grabbed Qin Ning's arm and said in a low voice, "Let's talk in your room."

The two went upstairs and closed the door.

Tuo Yu'er ripped off her straw hat, revealing her wild features, and let out a long breath.

"I'm so bored." After saying that, she walked to the table, picked up the teapot, and drank it all in one gulp. Then she said to Qin Ning, "After today, my brother, the entire Morigen tribe, and I have completely repaid the debt we owe you."

He spoke with such certainty… Qin Ning frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart: “What happened?”

"Last night, the Sichen Guard issued a scroll, ordering all those infiltrating Suzhou to find the person depicted in it." Tuo Yu'er leaned back in her chair, one foot on it, and said jokingly, "Guess who it is?"

Seeing Qin Ning's increasingly unpleasant expression, she felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

She may have sent a message, but she remembered perfectly well how that bastard had made her shake the bed half the night!

"It's me?" Qin Ning was surprised.

"And the little black cat on your shoulder." Tuo Yu'er pointed to the cat, who was focused on cleaning the sugar crumbs from its mouth.

"Meow?"

The little black cat stopped what it was doing, its eyes filled with confusion.

"It's alright, you can continue." Qin Ning patted the other person and walked to the table to sit down, frowning as she asked, "You said you found me, what are you going to do?"

"No, but based on my experience, it's unlikely to be anything good."

Qin Ning tapped her knee lightly with her index finger, several possibilities flashing through her mind, but she rejected them all.

He couldn't figure out why the Sichen Guard had made such a large mobilization.

Aside from Tuo Yu'er, his only connection to this organization was the group of Physician Yang, who was suspected to be from the Sichen Guard. If they had any business with him, or if they wanted to harm him, he could take care of it within Blood Rain Fortress.

"What are you thinking about? If I were you, I'd be making a run for it. I've already reported your whereabouts in Beian City. Although I didn't give you the exact address, you shouldn't be able to hide in this city for more than three days."

Tuo Yu'er offered her sincere advice.

You bought the house too early... No, wait, you reported my news in Bei'an!

Qin Ning's eyes widened suddenly, but she quickly realized the key point: she had entered the room with Tuo Yu'er in full view of everyone the night before. If she didn't report it, she would be out of her mind.

She must have taken a great risk to come and deliver this message...

"Thank you... I was thinking about why Si Chen contacted me."

Tuo Yu'er stood up and scoffed.

"Sichenwei doesn't need a reason to kill, let alone just to find you."

This organization is even more unreasonable than I imagined... Qin Ning frowned, and the frequency of his index finger tapping increased.

"Apart from a handful of people, those targeted by the Sichen Guard will either die or suffer greatly. Fortunately, Suzhou is adjacent to the Chengchuan River. If you travel quickly, you can enter the Great Spirit Land after crossing the river."

Qin Ning looked up: "Once I join the Great Spirit Realm, I can get rid of the Morning Guard?"

"If I'm lucky, I should be able to live another year or two."

"..."