Chapter 247: Chapter 216: Blocking Someone In

Mr. Xue has left Dongshan City.

The news was personally delivered to Lin Miao by Han Chunyang.

Upon hearing it, Lin Miao couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although this guy had stayed at Marquis Lingyang’s Mansion and hadn’t come out, he was still a bit worried. After all, as long as this guy was in Dongshan City for one day, he had to worry that he would cause trouble.

"There’s another matter, Mr. Zheng was warned by Mr. Pei. He should lay low for a while and won’t bother you."

"Oh."

"Mr. Pei said that if there’s anything in the future, just send a message directly. You’re now a celebrity in Dongshan City, a master in medicine, and protected."

"Then please thank Mr. Pei for me." Lin Miao chuckled.

"I’m just the messenger, and I don’t get to see Mr. Pei, but I’ll pass the message up for you." Han Chunyang nodded. "Mr. Lin, your ointment is good, Mr. Feng asked me to see if you could give him some."

"What’s wrong with Mr. Feng?"

"He twisted his back, and it’s been painful for the past few days. I gave him a patch of the ointment you gave me, and he tried it, finding it especially effective."

"I’m not selling this ointment right now, if he wants it, let him come, I’ll examine him and prescribe accordingly," Lin Miao said. Feng Sheng doesn’t need to personally catch people, so how did he twist his back? A man twists his back, most likely for other reasons.

Isn’t there the example of Han Chunyang right before his eyes?

"Alright, but he is Mr. Feng, surely he won’t queue up with everyone to take a number and wait?" Han Chunyang said.

"Find someone to stand in line for him, take a number, and come at about the right time," Lin Miao said.

"Isn’t it not allowed to have others stand in line to take numbers here?"

"I don’t allow people to stand in line for pay, but I didn’t say family members can’t stand in line to take numbers for the patient."

"Okay, I’ll tell him to send someone."

...

Li Jing, the residence of Fu Qingzhu, the master physician.

"Mr. Wan, I’m sorry, the Empress sent someone early this morning to consult our master physician, and he went to the palace afterward. He won’t be back for a while, you’d better go back first."

The doorman directly returned Wan Bin’s visiting card.

If it weren’t for Wan Bin being an official from the Imperial Pharmacy, the doorman wouldn’t have bothered. For those officials below the fourth rank, they would accept the visiting card and simply tell them to go back and wait.

Fu Qingzhu is a master physician, someone whom even His Majesty must give face to, and when the Prime Minister meets him, he must respectfully call him "Mr. Fu."

Though he has no real power, his status is high. Every high official in the court has had him diagnose and treat at some time or another.

Among the master physicians, there are distinctions in medical skill and ability.

Fu Qingzhu is the only candidate eligible for promotion to the status of grand master physician after Li Hua of the ancient Yue Country.

Having practiced medicine for decades with exquisite skills, he is definitely at the top of the profession in the Da Li Dynasty.

Others are far inferior.

Fu Qingzhu is not very old, not yet sixty, but has been practicing medicine for forty years and was famous from a young age, having passed the trial of the "Path to Sacredness," a genius figure.

Both Fu Qingzhu and Wan Bin belong to the Hedong School (a branch of Mr. Zhong’s lineage), enjoying the camaraderie of the same school. Otherwise, Wan Bin wouldn’t dare shamelessly visit often.

Having come several times without seeing him.

With no other option, Wan Bin chose a dumb method, waiting like a rabbit at the stump, coming to wait at Fu Qingzhu’s residence door each day after finishing his duties at the Imperial Pharmacy.

The doorman could do nothing, Wan Bin wasn’t blocking the door, he stayed on the street, which wasn’t part of the Fu family’s private property, so they couldn’t ask him to leave.

Perseverance pays off.

Finally, one day, as dusk fell, a green sedan approached from afar. Having gathered intelligence many times, Wan Bin knew this particular colored sedan was Fu Qingzhu’s vehicle.

"Mr. Fu!"

Wan Bin rushed up, clutching the "Lin’s Pulse Study Manual" and "Medical Three Character Classics" in his arms, blocking the sedan and calling out.

Fu Qingzhu, who had just returned from consultations outside, was deeply resting inside the sedan, startled by the shout: "Who is calling old me?"

"Mr. Fu, it’s me, Little Wan from the Imperial Pharmacy," Wan Bin respectfully bowed and greeted.

Fu Qingzhu asked the sedan carrier to lower the sedan and stepped out, seeing Wan Bin, remembering him somewhat, asking: "Since you are from the Imperial Pharmacy, what business do you have with old me?"

He was just holding a position at the Imperial Pharmacy, not handling affairs, and if you were running errands, there was no need to come to him.

"I humbly present these two volumes of medical books to Mr. Fu for correction." Wan Bin respectfully raised the two books he held to the level of his forehead.

"Young and ambitious, you should calm down and focus on studying medicine, instead of dreaming of overnight fame. I won’t read the books, take them back." Fu Qingzhu said sternly, having seen many of such ambitious young men who didn’t study medicine in-depth, allowing their minds to be agitated, hoping to gain fame through this opportunistic approach.

"Mr. Fu, these are not my authored books," Wan Bin hurriedly clarified.

"Not written by you?" Fu Qingzhu was surprised, there were many who would do anything for their fame these days, but he hadn’t seen someone who would go to such lengths for someone else.

Even if it’s doing favors for others, it doesn’t have to be like this.

Wan Bin had been standing outside his residence every day, he couldn’t be completely unaware of it.

"Reporting to Mr. Fu, these two medical books were written by Lin Miao, the youngest of the three participants in this year’s ’Path to Sacredness’ trial." Wan Bin quickly added.

"Oh, him," Fu Qingzhu wasn’t completely secluded from the world, he knew a bit about Lin Miao’s matters.

"Yes, Mr. Fu, please take a look, these two medical books are exceptionally well-written."

"Did he ask you to deliver them to me?" Fu Qingzhu still disliked this method, young people should work steadfastly, seriously study medicine, not engage in these superficial maneuvers. Even with Sun He and Xu Mita trying to assemble their Medical Case Collection, he disliked it, eager to gain fame quickly without patience for practicing medicine and treating patients, that was not a rigorous attitude.

"No, he didn’t ask me to do so, I did this of my own accord," Wan Bin denied.

"He gave you these two books, isn’t that what he meant?" Fu Qingzhu’s face darkened, instinctively believing that Wan Bin was lying.

A physician, lying is what he detests the most.

"No, these weren’t sent to me by him, they were sent by a good friend of mine. Mr. Fu, take a look. If you believe these two medical books are just for fame, I won’t show up at your mansion anymore." Wan Bin’s forehead was sweating as he hurriedly explained.

"Many people have said that before." Fu Qingzhu thought for a moment and said, "Fine, I’ll take them and have a look."

"Thank you, Mr. Fu." Wan Bin said happily.

"Follow me inside." After accepting the books from Wan Bin, Fu Qingzhu didn’t enter the carriage but walked directly towards his mansion.

"Mr. Fu..."

"If I find them worthless, take them back where you got them!" Fu Qingzhu declared solemnly.

"Yes." Wan Bin’s expression became serious.

"Master is back!" The gatekeeper rushed forward to welcome Fu Qingzhu upon seeing him, giving Wan Bin, who followed behind, a somewhat puzzled look but dared not ask more.

Fu Mansion isn’t large; in fact, Fu Qingzhu has other residences, and his family and children don’t live with him as this place is close to the royal city and relatively quiet.

In the spacious study, which had an antique feel, rows of bookshelves filled with medical books stretched as far as the eye could see, likely numbering in the thousands.

A massive desk made of rosewood was piled high with medical books, each accompanied by a bookmark, indicating Fu Qingzhu’s dedication to learning. Comparing oneself, Wan Bin felt suddenly ashamed.

Such large rosewood is priceless; there are probably not many such pieces in the world.

An older servant entered, lit a fragrant incense, its aroma was delightful and invigorating, the scent of exquisite Dragon Saliva Fragrance that only nobility could afford.

An ounce of Dragon Saliva costs an ounce of gold.

If it were of top quality, its value would be beyond price.

"Sit down, Mr. Wan." Fu Qingzhu casually instructed, returning to his position behind the desk, throwing his robe aside, and slipping off his shoes, sitting down in a very unreserved manner.

It was Wan Bin’s first time visiting Fu Qingzhu’s mansion, so he was naturally a bit reserved, finding a chair by the side and sitting down gingerly.

"Lin’s Pulse Study Manual!"

At the sight of the book title, Fu Qingzhu’s expression slightly changed. This Lin Miao had quite a nerve, daring to associate his name with the profound and expansive field of Pulse Science, utterly arrogant.

However, since he promised Wan Bin he’d take a look, he couldn’t break his word, so he opened to the first page.

There was a preface.

Fu Qingzhu couldn’t help but chuckle internally, eager to see what was written.

Pulse traits are subtle and difficult to discern. Vibrate tightly, float, sink, they intermix. Easily understood in the heart, yet hard to grasp at fingertips. Claiming submerged as lurking leads to erroneous treatments; considering slow as tardy can swiftly lead to peril. Moreover, there are multiple manifestations, different illnesses sharing pulses! Medicine is essential, linked to life and death...

Profound words with great implications.

Reading this made Fu Qingzhu’s face change; he felt an urge to read further.

This preface alone proved the author’s deep understanding of medicine, which couldn’t be written without such expertise.

He flipped to the first Chapter, immediately becoming engrossed, and the deeper he read, the more shocked he became. When compared with his own knowledge, it aligned completely, even providing explanations for concepts he couldn’t articulate.

His expression instantly became serious.

The content in this book was absolutely unfamiliar to him; even among similar pulse science books he’d read, none matched the detail and precision of this one.

Moreover, it wasn’t just a book; it was truly a teaching manual used by a lecturer teaching students.

The book even introduced a never-before-seen method of pulse diagnosis. Despite his extensive readings of ancient medical texts, he’d never encountered such a method.

Judging by the book’s content, this method was not only complete but also had an effective theory and practice.

Furthermore, the material was easy to comprehend and had considerable practicality. Based on his years of practice, he could find no fault in the content...

Too unexpected, too incredible!

He couldn’t fathom how this could be authored by a seventeen-year-old, no, such mature and concise language couldn’t possibly come from a seventeen-year-old.

Before he knew it, an incense stick had burned out.

Outside, darkness had long descended, yet inside the study, it was bright as day. Wan Bin did not urge Fu Qingzhu.

His heart was overjoyed; when he first read this "Lin’s Pulse Study Manual," he felt the same way, and now, unexpectedly, Master Fu Qingzhu’s reaction mirrored his own.

He’d waited this long, waiting a bit more was no problem.

The tea and pastries at Master Fu’s house were excellent, he rarely had the chance to try them, so now he could savor them.

But he ate cautiously, afraid of making a sound that might disturb Master Fu’s reading.

Unknowingly.

About half an hour passed, Fu Qingzhu’s servant came to invite him to dinner, yet caught in the excitement, Fu Qingzhu ordered the meal to be brought to the study.

He hadn’t even glanced at Wan Bin, completely absorbed in the book, forgetting Wan Bin sitting in the corner.

"Mr. Fu, I’m still here, you know?"

"Mr. Wan, why haven’t you gone home?" Fu Qingzhu raised his head, exclaiming upon seeing Wan Bin.

"Didn’t you say to follow inside..." Wan Bin replied.

"Oh, I forgot." Fu Qingzhu brushed his forehead, "I forgot. If you’re not in a hurry to leave, stay and have dinner with me. Let’s talk after I’ve finished the book."

"Ah, sure." Wan Bin promptly agreed, how could he refuse such an opportunity.

Being able to have dinner with Master Fu and converse by candlelight, that was quite the bragging right.