Sweeping Through Martial Arts: My Clone's Extraordinary Talent

Master Hu, whose real name is Hu Jiao, is a local thug in these streets.

Relying on his nearly 200-pound weight and brute strength, he was arrogant and domineering, constantly bullying his neighbors. A month ago, he even beat a grandmother and grandson to death.

Shen Han had no relatives or friends, so he was naturally the target of Shen Han's extortion.

"Hehe, not enough!"

But to everyone's surprise, after Hu Jiao accepted the hundred coins, he didn't let Shen Han off the hook. His scarred face, covered in fat, was almost touching Shen Han's face. "You brat, the Dragon King asked me to pass on a message to you: from now on, he'll be charging you an extra hundred coins every month!"

What a load of bullshit about a Dragon King!

Shen Han knew perfectly well that everything was just Hu Jiao's rhetoric.

Every month after he transmigrated, Hu Jiao would extort 100 coins from him. Being powerless and unable to practice martial arts, he had no way to resist and could only pay to avoid further trouble. Since he started working odd jobs at the clinic half a month ago, earning 500 coins a month, that scoundrel naturally intensified his exploitation.

"What, you don't want to give it?"

Hu Jiao stared at Shen Han and gave a cold smile.

His mountain-like figure, standing there, exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"Not at all, Master Hu, please don't be angry. This hundred coins is a tribute to the Dragon King."

Shen Han took out another hundred coins.

A wise person knows when to yield; when you lack the ability to retaliate, you should know when to back down.

"Hahaha, very good, you know what's good for you! Remember, be more proactive next month, don't make me have to chase you up!"

Hu Jiao snatched the copper coin from Shen Han's hand and swaggered away.

"Take care, Mr. Hu."

After Hu Jiao walked away, Shen Han clenched his fists.

I just received my monthly allowance of 500 coins from the clinic yesterday, and this morning I was cheated out of 200 coins. This is outrageous!

Once I've mastered martial arts, I'll repay you ten thousandfold!

Thinking about it, he took out a bronze mirror.

No matter what happens outside, everything remains calm in the mirror. The clone in the mirror is tireless, diligently practicing basic boxing techniques with fluid and powerful movements.

But here is the problem.

Shen Han pondered. For the next month, the three hundred coins he had left would be enough for an ordinary person to manage if they were frugal. But his clone needed to practice martial arts, which required almost half a month's worth of food for an ordinary person each day. This amount of money was simply not enough to meet the clone's training needs. If there wasn't enough food, the training would be interrupted. What should he do?

I rushed to the Xuanhu Medical Clinic.

The clinic is located on the north side of Sanhe County. It occupies a large area and has about a hundred staff members. It is quite well-known in the county.

After quickly finishing his breakfast, Shen Han hurried to the medical clinic square.

There were about thirty other men doing the same chores as him, all young men, and they stood in a neat row.

Before the crowd stood a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was Qian Cheng, the old manager of the clinic: "Now let's start taking attendance, Zhang Yong."

"arrive."

"Li Xunshan".

"arrive."

This is an essential daily procedure at the clinic. Unlike doctors and apprentices, the work of the handymen is not fixed and is often assigned on the spot after roll call.

Manager Qian was very experienced and quickly assigned tasks to each of the servants.

There are many trivial matters to handle at a clinic, such as moving, sorting, cleaning, delivering, and purchasing.

A moment later, the servants all received their tasks.

"Um...Manager Qian, what about me?"

Shen Han was puzzled as to why he wasn't assigned any work.

Qian Cheng said solemnly, "Feng Hao, the apprentice of Clinic No. 8, has gone back to his hometown for a funeral. Xiao Shen, you don't need to do any chores for the next five days. Go to Clinic No. 8 and help out with Doctor Huang Tie."

It turns out I was supposed to do odd jobs in the clinic.

The Xuanhu Medical Clinic has more than ten clinics where doctors sit and treat patients. The fees collected are an important source of funding for the clinic.

Entering Clinic No. 8.

It was still early, and Doctor Huang had not yet arrived.

Shen Han looked around. The clinic was antique and spotless, with a faint fragrance of herbs in the air.

Suddenly, he noticed a row of bookshelves to his side and behind him.

The bookshelf was filled with all sorts of medical books, each one crumpled and worn, clearly indicating that Dr. Huang frequently perused them.

Shen Han's heart skipped a beat.

The clone in the mirror can practice martial arts according to martial arts manuals. I wonder if it can learn medicine according to medical books?

It's only natural that he would have this idea.

The monthly wage for a clinic worker is only five hundred coins. With Hu Jiao's exploitation, the remaining money is simply not enough to support the purchase of food for the clone. However, once one becomes a doctor's apprentice, according to the rules, the monthly wage can be increased to two taels of silver, which will greatly reduce the pressure.

However, becoming a doctor's apprentice is not easy; one must know basic medical skills.

So he wanted to give it a try.

"Give it a try..."

Shen Han immediately took down a medical book, took out a bronze mirror, and made the clone in the mirror stop practicing boxing and instead study medicine.

Whoosh!

The medical book was taken into the mirror by the clone.

The next moment, the clone plopped down in the mirror and began intently flipping through the pages.

Before long, the doctor Huang Tie arrived.

He was a thin, elderly man in his sixties, with a venerable and otherworldly appearance, and he had a good reputation in the county.

With the doctor in place, patients lined up in long queues at the door.

Thus began the busy work of seeing patients. Under Huang Tie's direction, Shen Han ran around busily, having a great time.

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was noon.

Just as Shen Han finished eating the lunch delivered by the kitchen, his mirror clone tossed out the medical book.

"Is that all?"

Shen Han was startled and hurriedly opened the panel to check.

Mirror owner: Shen Han

Cultivation level: None

Martial Arts: Basic Fist Techniques (Beginner)

Skill: Medical Skills (Beginner)

A new skill section appeared on the panel, and it was the medical skill that I had just started learning that morning.

It seems that the clone's talent is not limited to martial arts.

In just half a day, he has mastered the basics of the difficult medical techniques. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is Hua Tuo reborn!

In an instant, medical knowledge sprouted in Shen Han's mind like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Now, he could be said to be on par with an apprentice who had been learning for many years. He could easily handle the treatment of common diseases and the basic combination of medicinal herbs.

"Strike while the iron is hot!"

Shen Han immediately replaced the medical book on the bookshelf and let his clone continue studying.

"Xiao Shen, have you had any prior knowledge of medicine?"

As evening approached, after seeing the last patient, Huang Tie sipped his tea and asked Shen Han a question.

Shen Han shook his head and replied, "I've never learned that."

Huang Tie praised, "That's interesting. This is your first day helping out at the clinic, and after just one morning, you can understand most of my instructions. In the afternoon, you can even help give patients some basic massage. It's incredible."

"It's all thanks to Mr. Huang's excellent guidance."

"You're too modest, Xiao Shen. I have to say, you might really be a good candidate to be a doctor!"

"Mr. Huang, you flatter me."

"Haha, you've worked hard today. Go home and rest early, and we'll continue tomorrow."

Huang Tie patted Shen Han on the shoulder, "Work hard in the clinic these next few days. I'll talk to Master Han later and get you promoted from a menial worker to an apprentice."

Shen Han was delighted: "Thank you for your guidance, Elder Huang."

If I study medicine correctly, and quickly become an apprentice, my monthly wage will rise to two taels of silver, enough to buy food for my clone. As my clone continues to practice martial arts, my strength will also increase. Before long, I'll be able to deal with that bastard Hu Jiao!