Chapter 338 Revisiting the White-Haired Divine Doctor

At dawn, sunlight shone on Cuiyun Mountain, and a small courtyard was already bustling with people.

These people were all patients and their families who had come to see the white-haired miracle doctor, and they were anxiously waiting for the doctor to appear.

In the crowd, a middle-aged man was carefully supporting his slightly weak wife.

The lady's face was pale, and she seemed to be in poor health.

Before long, the courtyard gate slowly opened, and the white-haired divine doctor appeared before everyone.

His expression was calm and composed, as if he had long been accustomed to all of this.

Upon seeing the miracle doctor appear, the crowd surged forward, hoping to receive treatment as soon as possible.

"Gentlemen, I know you are anxious, but healing the sick and saving lives is not something that can be done overnight." The doctor's voice was somewhat weathered, but it was full of energy, which gradually calmed the restless crowd.

"Please come in order of arrival," the miracle doctor said, pointing to the bench beside him. "Those with more serious conditions will be treated first."

“Divine doctor, your medicine was indeed very effective a few days ago. I felt much better after taking it for three days, but today I don’t know why, I feel unwell again.” An old man walked forward anxiously, his face slightly pale and his brows furrowed.

The white-haired divine physician closed his eyes slightly, nodded gently, and gestured for the man to sit down.

He extended his fingers and gently placed them on the man's wrist, beginning to carefully take his pulse.

A moment later, the divine physician opened his eyes, nodded, as if he understood everything: "Last time I said that I would come here to buy more medicine after taking that pill for three days, have you forgotten?"

"Something came up yesterday and I couldn't make it here. What should I do now?" the man asked anxiously.

The divine physician pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Take the pills again for three days. You must come back here on the fourth day to change the prescription. Otherwise, even a god cannot save you. In addition, you need to pay attention to your diet and daily life, and avoid staying up late and overworking."

"Thank you so much for your guidance, divine doctor!" The man was moved to tears and followed the servant to the backyard to wait for the medicine.

Others also stepped forward, waiting for the miracle doctor to take their pulses and treat them.

After waiting for about two hours, it was finally the middle-aged man's turn.

He asked impatiently, "Divine Doctor, after my wife took your medicine, she can now get up on her own and has started to walk slowly! Does this mean she is about to make a full recovery? Please examine her again!"

After saying this, he looked at the divine physician with excitement. "Let this old man take a look first." He stroked his beard, his face solemn.

He reached out and placed his hand on the middle-aged man's wife's hand, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then nodded gently.

"Yes, Madam's pulse has stabilized considerably, and her blood and energy have also become noticeably stronger."

The doctor's voice was calm and powerful, giving people a sense of reassurance: "Madam's recovery speed has indeed exceeded my expectations, which is naturally good news."

The middle-aged man was extremely excited upon hearing this.

He asked eagerly, "Then, miracle doctor, how long will it take for my wife to fully recover?"

The physician sighed softly and said, "Although the lady's condition has improved somewhat, it will take time for her to fully recover. After all, her body has suffered from illness for many years and needs time to recuperate."

However, as long as she continues to take my medicine and pays attention to rest and diet, I believe she will soon recover to her previous condition.

The middle-aged man nodded gratefully and helped his wife to the backyard to wait for the medicine.

Before long, the young apprentice handed three porcelain bottles to the middle-aged man, saying, "Take one pill every morning after meals."

Three porcelain bottles containing fifteen pills cost him ten thousand taels of silver—that's outrageous!

The people who come here are all dressed in fine clothes and are either rich or noble.

Although the middle-aged man was heartbroken, he did not show it on his face and maintained a polite smile as he accepted the porcelain bottle.

"Thank you." He helped his wife turn and leave.

On the carriage ride back, Li Xi couldn't help but swear: "Damn it, this is even more profitable than robbery."

Seeing her agitated state, Meng Zhelan stopped pretending to be weak and instead looked at her with a smile: "You already have a room full of treasures, why are you still worried about those ten thousand taels?"

Li Xi glared at her and said irritably, "That's money I earned through hard work. Even if there's a treasure, you can't just squander it, especially since ten thousand taels is a huge sum of money!"

Seeing how serious she was, Meng Zhelan felt embarrassed to continue teasing her.

So he changed the subject, saying, "Once you take down their hideout, will you still have trouble getting your money back?"

Upon hearing this, Li Xi felt that what she said made sense: "Well... that's true, but this old man really only targets rich people! Ordinary people don't have that much spare money for him to swindle!"

The group of shills he employed were scattered throughout various clinics, large and small, specifically targeting those who were well-dressed and appeared wealthy and powerful.

Moreover, this old man was particularly adept at exploiting human weaknesses.

When they encounter male customers, they send young and pretty girls to act as shills.

Conversely, if it's a woman, then let a young and handsome guy approach and seduce her.

Now is not the best time to make arrests, as the exact number of their hideouts has not yet been determined.

What's needed for these scumbags is to wipe them out completely, not to alert them.

"Lan'er, take a look and see if there's any difference between these pills and the ones from a few days ago." Li Xi took out the three porcelain bottles from his pocket.

Meng Zhelan took the porcelain bottle, carefully opened it, and examined the pills inside.

She first sniffed it, then gently poured out a pill and examined it carefully in her palm.

"The smell of this pill is different from the ones from the past few days; it seems stronger and the color is brighter." She frowned. "We'll have to wait until we get back to find out what its ingredients are."

"Okay, I understand. You guys go back first!" Li Xi nodded and said, "I need to go to that place to check on the situation."

After he finished speaking, he reached out and tore off the mask from his face without hesitation.

Then, she changed into a tight-fitting, jet-black outfit, jumped off the carriage, and headed towards the bamboo forest.

When she arrived, everyone else had already left, and only the white-haired divine physician and his servant, the medicine boy, remained.

At this moment, they are busy cleaning the courtyard, looking happy and seemingly in a particularly good mood.

No wonder, they probably made a fortune today, reportedly earning over 100,000 taels of silver!

Such a highly profitable business is truly rare.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh to herself, "They say that people make money quickly when they turn bad."

These harmful things deserve to go to hell; so many people have been ruined because of these fake medicine sellers.

She recalled those unscrupulous merchants in her past life who specifically tricked the elderly into buying health products.

They exploit the health anxieties of the elderly, using false advertising and exaggerated claims to lure them into buying expensive health products, ultimately plunging many families into hardship.

These harmful things deserve to go to hell!