Ch 298: Opening

Lingyan City, Hanging Pot Medical Hall.

Liu Yun, whose real name was Meng Liunian, was arranging the furnishings in the clinic. Although this clinic had all kinds of medicinal materials, most of them were too old, resulting in insufficient efficacy. He cleaned up the medicinal materials one by one, and then went to the Spirit Medicine Street in the west of the city to buy a large number of spiritual medicines.

Most of the mortals in the city have low cultivation levels, only at the Qi Refining Stage 2 or 3. They have no Spiritual Root, nor cultivation methods, and their cultivation is purely improved to this level by the subtle influence of Spiritual Energy in this world. Because of this, they rarely get sick, and even if they do, it is a serious illness, and ordinary spiritual medicines are useless at all!

Spirit Medicine Street in the west of the city is a hunting team spontaneously organized by mortals in Lingyan City. They go to the Duantian Mountain Range outside Lingyan City to hunt, and often pick some spiritual medicines to sell.

After spending two days tidying up the clinic, the tables and chairs inside were brand new, and two large lanterns were specially bought and hung outside the door. The preparations for the opening of the clinic were ready. Meng Liunian looked at the clinic he had set up with his own hands. He thought to himself that now that his cultivation had just broken through, he would use this time to stabilize his realm!

One day later, the Hanging Pot Medical Hall opened, and a red curtain covered the clinic’s signboard. With a loud shout from Huang Da, “Hanging Pot Medical Hall is now open!”

Meng Liunian lifted the red cloth on the signboard, and a round of applause rang out from the crowd watching.

Huang Da congratulated with a smile, “Doctor Liu, from now on, the health of the people on our Changlang Street will be entrusted to you!”

Meng Liunian smiled, “I’m new here, thank you for not abandoning me, I will definitely live up to medical ethics!” He cupped his fist to the surrounding crowd.

“That’s good, but don’t be like Doctor Wu, who charges money for treating illnesses and prescribing medicine, but it’s useless at all!”

“Yes, that quack doctor is gone! Our good days are coming too!”

“Believe in Doctor Liu’s medical skills!”

……

The crowd said excitedly.

At this moment, the crowd suddenly parted. A man in cloth clothes came quickly with a comatose figure on his back.

“Doctor, doctor, save my life!”

Hearing the sound, Huang Da hurried forward, “Zhang Meng, isn’t this Old Zhang from the tailor shop? What’s wrong with him?”

Zhang Meng said anxiously, “My father suddenly fainted, and I don’t know what’s going on. Please get out of the way and let Doctor Liu take a look!”

Meng Liunian struggled to push aside the crowded people, his eyes were like torches, and his Divine Sense instantly covered Old Zhang’s thin body like an invisible net. After careful investigation, this person’s breathing was weak and his breath was not smooth. In addition, due to his long-term sitting and lack of exercise, the Qi in his body could not flow smoothly, and eventually became stagnant in his internal organs!

After a little thought, Meng Liunian already had a solution in mind. He turned his head to look at Brother Huang, who was burly beside him, and said in a firm tone: “Brother Huang, please have someone carry this patient into the clinic first!”

Huang Da did not dare to neglect, and quickly stepped aside to make way,

Zhang Meng carried Old Zhang on his back and strode into the clinic, placing him on the hospital bed.

At this time, Meng Liunian had also moved to the bedside. He stretched out three slender jade-like fingers and placed them on Old Zhang’s wrist, pressing his pulse with great seriousness.

Afterwards, he seemed to casually but accurately knead and massage Old Zhang’s body. At the same time, an extremely subtle Yin Spiritual Power quietly and silently drilled into Old Zhang’s body along her fingertips. This Yin Spiritual Power was like an indestructible sharp sword, breaking through the blocked meridians and acupoints in Old Zhang’s body at lightning speed, and instantly cleared all the stagnant Qi.

After a while, Meng Liunian slowly stood up and walked to the medicine cabinet on the side. After quickly scanning through the many medicinal materials, he grabbed a few precious spiritual medicines. Then, he wrapped up these spiritual medicines, turned around and handed them to Zhang Meng, who was anxiously waiting beside him, and instructed: “This medicine needs to be taken twice a day, for two days!”

Just as the words fell, Old Zhang, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the roof with a dazed expression, and muttered to himself: “Where…where am I?”

Hearing the words, Zhang Meng, who had been waiting by the side, was so excited that his eyes turned red. He quickly reached out and helped Old Zhang up and hugged him in his arms, and said with tears of joy: “Father, we are now in the Hanging Pot Medical Hall! Thanks to the new Doctor Meng who came to the rescue, you were able to turn danger into safety!”

“Oh! Really? Then I have to thank him!”

Under the witness of everyone, Old Zhang came down from the hospital bed.

“Good, Doctor Liu has good medical skills!”

“Indeed amazing! Miracle doctor!”

……

Praises came from the crowd.

Meng Liunian’s expression was as calm as water, as if everything around him could not disturb the waves in his heart. He knew that to gain a foothold in this strange place, he had to show some strength. Although he had never studied medicine, refining various elixirs for many years, treating a few mortals was not a problem.

As the name of “miracle doctor” gradually spread, the patients in the city flocked to his clinic like a tide. In just one day, there was an endless stream of people seeking medical treatment, crowding the small clinic. Faced with so many patients, Meng Liunian was so busy that he barely had a moment to catch his breath.

Until night fell, for the whole day, he was constantly diagnosing illnesses, prescribing prescriptions, and grabbing medicine… He didn’t dare to stop for a moment. Finally, when the last ray of sunset disappeared on the horizon, Meng Liunian was able to close the clinic door and end this busy day.

Huang Da and several warm-hearted neighbors who had been helping out in the clinic were also full of fatigue at this time, and slowly left with heavy steps. Looking at their hard work, Meng Liunian was very grateful, and generously took out a few small bags of Spirit Stones and distributed them to them. After receiving the Spirit Stones, everyone showed joy on their faces, and thanked Meng Liunian before dragging their exhausted bodies back home to rest.

At this moment, Meng Liunian was slumped on the bed like a puddle of mud. Recalling the busy scene of the whole day, he couldn’t help but complain secretly: If this continues, he will be surrounded by people seeking medical treatment every day, where will he have time for cultivation? He absolutely cannot continue like this!

After all, the initial choice to become a doctor was just to cover up his true identity. If there is a lively scene of a busy market every day, maybe one day it will attract the attention of those people in the Lingyan Holy Temple, and then the trouble will be great. Thinking of this, Meng Liunian frowned and began to think hard about how to change the current situation.

He frowned and fell into a brief contemplation. After some thought, he had an idea in his mind: he must raise the price of spiritual medicine a little, and recruit an apothecary apprentice to help with things. After all, if he had to do everything himself, it would be too hard! Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but sigh softly.

Then, he slowly stretched his body, exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and sat there steadily with his legs crossed, like an old monk in meditation. Just then, his gaze inadvertently swept across a cabinet in front of him. Suddenly, his gaze was attracted by a magnet, and he fixed his gaze firmly on the cabinet.

From the crack of the cabinet door, a few yellowed pieces of paper could be vaguely seen. This discovery cheered him up. He subconsciously raised his hand and waved it casually. He only heard a soft “creak”, and the originally closed cabinet door opened in response. Immediately afterwards, an invisible force surged out from his palm, like a gentle breeze, and rolled the yellowed books into his hands.

Opening the first page, it read, “Wu Xingdao’s Record of Practicing Medicine on Changlang Street.”

This should be the medical notes of the previous doctor.

Then flip down,

“Lingyan, March 8th, year 150, my wife Meng Yan and daughter Wu Yue came to Changlang Street together. I am the nineteenth generation successor of the Wu Family, and I have learned a body of medical skills since I was a child. After coming here, with my superb medical skills, the neighbors have recognized my medical skills very much!”

………

“Lingyan, December 30th, year 150. This was an unexpected day. Today is New Year’s Eve, and the neighbors are all celebrating the New Year at home. During the festive season, Changlang Street is very lively with lights and wine!

That night, just as we were about to close the door, a man in tattered clothes came to the clinic! This person’s name is Qu Yuan, and he is covered in sores! Our family felt sorry for him and took him in to recuperate at home.”

“Lingyan, February 1st, year 151. Qu Yuan has been in the clinic for a month, and the sores on his body have been cured by me! This person’s family is poor, so in order not to burden him too much, I only charged a small amount of fees! Qu Yuan kowtowed repeatedly to express his gratitude!”

“Lingyan, February 3rd, year 151. The clinic opened normally, but who knew that a large number of patients with serious illnesses would flock in! They said they were introduced by Qu Yuan! I uphold medical ethics and treat them!”