The Martial Doctor-Chapter 97 - 95: A Small Booklet

This woman is really pushy!

Su Chen and Liuli exchanged a glance, both unsure of what to do. Should they just forcefully pull Qin Yanran away from Lin Miao’s embrace?

Lin Miao also noticed their hesitation and raised a hand to signal them to leave.

"Have you had enough fun yet?" Su Chen and Liuli quickly left, while Lin Miao straightened Qin Yanran’s waist and spoke coldly.

"Are you mad now?" Qin Yanran giggled, showing no signs of drunkenness at all.

It was all an act just now.

How could this escape Lin Miao’s eyes? This she-devil, or rather "siren," did it deliberately.

"I didn’t do it on purpose either, it’s just that they were so clueless." Qin Yanran said, "I just wanted to talk to you alone."

"What is so important that it must be said now?" Lin Miao snorted coldly.

"This is from my master for you. She said you saved her life, and she should express her gratitude. You might find this booklet useful in the future." Qin Yanran handed the booklet from Long Po to Lin Miao, a slight blush uncontrollably appearing on her cheeks.

Lin Miao didn’t reach out to take it.

"What, you don’t want it?"

Lin Miao thought for a moment, since this was his own home, even if she planned something, there was no need to be afraid.

He reached out and took it. The cover had no words, but upon opening it, four bold black characters "Essentials of Locking Yang" on the title page left him momentarily stunned.

The literal meaning made it clear what was written inside.

This siren giving him such a booklet—this isn’t mere verbal seduction; it’s taking direct action.

He saw it all, should he keep it or not?

This left Lin Miao in a dilemma.

Perhaps he misunderstood. In the next moment, he directly opened the title page to see the contents inside.

He still thought wrongly, thinking it was really some secret, but for him, these contents were already very familiar, and he could casually write something much more profound and with deeper insight.

To Lin Miao, the content in this booklet was too superficial, lacking imagination and creativity.

After a brief glance, Lin Miao directly returned the booklet: "You should take it back; I don’t need it."

Qin Yanran was stunned.

"You’ve read it, and now you’re saying you don’t want it—isn’t that unreasonable?"

"The content is too low-level for me. What would I keep it for?" Lin Miao said bluntly.

"Too low-level?" Qin Yanran felt a sense of numbness.

"Mrs. Qin, please leave. I need to rest now." Lin Miao directly issued an eviction order.

...

"He said it’s too low-level?" Long Po was also slightly embarrassed after hearing Qin Yanran’s description. She had tried it herself; if not for differing philosophies, she might have been engrossed.

Qin Yanran felt extremely shy; when Lin Miao said those words with such a calm gaze, if she wasn’t wearing a mask, she’d wish to find a hole to crawl into.

She’d delivered herself up, only to be rejected like this.

"Disciple, didn’t he say his level is high? You should test him to see if it’s really higher than mine; a test will reveal that." Long Po said.

"Master, really test?"

"Why, when it comes to this point, you’re hesitating, afraid?"

"No, it’s just he’s very cautious of me now, and it seems Xia Zhu will be the one changing the medicine in the future. How to test?"

"Can’t you go find him yourself? The secret passage isn’t sealed."

...

"Mr. Xie, early tomorrow morning, go to the market and buy some bricks." Lin Miao intended to check if Sun Youwei was resting when suddenly recalled something and headed to Mr. Xie’s room.

"You want to seal the secret passage in the study?"

"Yes, handle this quietly." Lin Miao nodded.

"Well, Mrs. Qin is actually quite nice, her face, her figure, apart from being a bit older—why reject such good fortune?" Mr. Xie chuckled.

"What do you know? Beauty is a blade that cuts to the bone; I’m young and can’t be misled by mere beauty!" Lin Miao lightly chided.

"Alright, you’re the boss, we’ll do as you say. But even if we seal it, we can always unseal it..."

Lin Miao gave him a fierce glare.

...

Sun Youwei, being a woman, naturally sensed that Lin Miao’s relationship with Qin Yanran wasn’t normal. But she also understood that if she insisted, the current peace would shatter instantly.

She wasn’t narrow-minded; the changes and achievements of Lin Miao now were far beyond the junior brother who once listened to her every word.

The junior brother had changed, becoming someone she didn’t recognize, sometimes making her feel a slight fear.

"Sister, are you asleep?"

"Not yet."

"Then I’m coming in." Lin Miao pushed the door open and entered Sun Youwei’s boudoir, seeing her having removed her makeup, wearing only her nightgown, sitting before the dressing table’s copper mirror.

Even though there was a charcoal brazier in the room, it was still somewhat cold.

Lin Miao quickly fetched a fur coat and draped it over Sun Youwei’s shoulders: "Sister, it’s so cold, you shouldn’t be wearing so little; you’ll catch cold."

"Junior brother, about Mrs. Qin tonight..." Sun Youwei couldn’t help but ask.

"She’s just a female hooligan trying to take advantage of me. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it and won’t let her sully me."

"Do you really think I would tarnish you? Are you one of us, women?" Sun Youwei burst into laughter.

"Your junior brother is so outstanding, Sister. You need to keep a close eye on him, don’t let others take him away." Lin Miao joked.

"You’re becoming more shameless. Is this how you talk about yourself?" Sun Youwei’s cheeks blushed red. She had already gotten used to this way of speaking, finding it both refreshing and delightful.

"Sister, if I have other women in the future, would you mind?" Lin Miao stood behind Sun Youwei, his hands resting on her shoulders as he looked at the flawless face in the bronze mirror and asked.

Sun Youwei’s delicate body trembled slightly. She had asked herself this question countless times, but hearing it come from Lin Miao’s mouth was a completely different experience.

Does she mind? (The author also wonders, waiting online!)

"Junior brother, will I always have a place in your heart?" Sun Youwei took a deep breath through her elegant nose and countered.

"You are Mrs. Lin of the Lin Family, and that status will never change."

Sun Youwei breathed in the heavy masculine scent from behind. She knew this was the answer she wanted. At least, her inner anxiety had quieted down for the moment.

"Is this the birthday gift from Su Chen today? Have you opened it?" On the dressing table lay the birthday gift box from Su Chen.

"Not yet."

"Let’s open it and take a look." Lin Miao, having obtained Sun Youwei’s nod, opened the brocade box. Inside was a blood-red stone the size of a goose egg, glistening with a translucent sheen.

Chicken blood stone?

Or red jade?

Lin Miao reached out to touch it and was surprised to feel a warmth. This jade was actually warm; it was truly magical.

"This is warm-blooded jade!" Sun Youwei exclaimed excitedly.

"Warm-blooded jade, what is it?"

"I heard from my father that there’s a kind of jade in this world called warm-blooded jade, buried deep in the earth’s veins, extremely rare. A piece the size of a pigeon egg is worth a thousand gold pieces, and a warm-blooded jade of this size must be worth at least ten thousand!" Sun Youwei explained.

Ten thousand gold!

Lin Miao was astonished upon hearing this. Su Chen’s birthday gift was indeed incredibly valuable. When the son of the richest man makes a move, it’s truly shocking.

"This warm-blooded jade is suitable for those who fear the cold, especially women, as it can also alleviate pain. All the noble ladies of Li Jing pride themselves on owning a piece of warm-blooded jade!"

"Since Su Chen gave it to you, you should keep it," Lin Miao said. "Keep this sentiment in your heart and repay him in the future."

"Such an expensive gift, how can we repay him in the future?" Sun Youwei asked.

"You don’t need to worry about that, Sister. That’s my concern." Lin Miao helped Sun Youwei to stand, then pushed her towards the embroidered bed. "Be good and go to sleep. In the future, just do what you like and leave those worrying matters to me."

"Junior brother, if you pamper me like this, I’ll become lazy and spoiled." Sun Youwei said.

"Not at all, Sister. Next year, you’ll be taking the medical practitioner exam, and we’ll be opening a clinic later. Don’t you want to be the owner’s wife?" Lin Miao smiled.

"You want me to take the medical practitioner exam?"

"Yes, I’ll take it too. I’ll accompany you," Lin Miao said. The fact that a physician and a pharmacologist can both qualify is quite common. Most physicians are dual-licensed, but pharmacologists only need to know the properties of herbs. Diagnosing illnesses isn’t necessary since pharmacologists are just responsible for dispensing and preparing medicines.

You need a "pharmacologist" qualification to prepare medicines; not anyone can do it. Otherwise, if there’s a quality issue with the medicine preparation, who would you hold accountable?

After tucking Sun Youwei in, extinguishing the lamps, Lin Miao finally closed the door and left.

...

"Urgent message from Li Jing, Six Hundred Mile Express! Is Mr. Lin here?"

"I am!"

"Mr. Lin, this is a Six Hundred Mile Express document sent to you by the Li Jing Imperial Pharmacy. Here is the fire signature. Please sign for it!" The officer retrieved a sealed envelope with a fire signature from the pack behind him and handed it to Lin Miao.

It must be the court’s approval regarding his application for an "Independent Consultation" qualification. Otherwise, he’s not a court official; why would they use official mail and even send him something urgently over six hundred miles?

"Mr. Lin, there’s also a letter for you." The officer from the express station pulled out an envelope from his backpack and handed it over.

Lin Miao quickly reached out to take it. Upon seeing the header "Lin Miao, Personal," he recognized that it was a letter from Wan Bin.

Although he had only met Wan Bin twice and didn’t know him deeply, their interests and goals were aligned, establishing a solid cooperative relationship.

"Mr. Xie." Upon receiving the letter, Lin Miao directly instructed Mr. Xie.

"Oh." Mr. Xie was well-versed in etiquette, quickly taking out a silver ingot from inside his coat and slipping it into the hands of the officer from the express station.

"Mr. Lin, if you have any reply letter, you can come to the station tomorrow and find me. I’ll send it for you!" After receiving the money, the officer naturally smiled gleefully. It’s always a good opportunity to earn some extra money by running these errands.

"Thank you, I understand."

No need to look at the court’s approval letter; it should be agreed upon. Otherwise, this wouldn’t have been arranged to be sent via Six Hundred Mile Express directly to him.

But Lin Miao was more concerned about Wan Bin’s letter.

For such a long time, there was no news from Li Jing, which surely indicated that the matter was not going smoothly. If successfully accomplished, the favor owed would be immense.

The letter was three pages long. Despite Wan Bin carefully choosing each word, it was hard to convey the difficulties involved.

The most crucial detail was that the Imperial Pharmacy sent him three supervisors, all of whom were hired by Wan Bin himself.

Mr. Jia, a senior physician nicknamed "Poison Four," had an eccentric personality. He would only treat patients he found pleasing; if not, no amount of pleading would help. This is a physician who specializes in using poison to fight poison. His medical skills were high, but he wasn’t well-liked in the Imperial Pharmacy.

Guan Biyun, a mid-level physician, had once served as a female official in the palace but was implicated in the case where "Consort Yi" plotted against the Crown Prince’s heir, so she was convicted and demoted.

The last one was a junior physician, Cui Wanquan, whose ancestral home was actually Yingzhou.

The costs for these three were five thousand, three thousand, and one thousand silver coins respectively. The first two have personal connections involved; otherwise, the amount would be far insufficient.

Wan Bin spent close to ten thousand silver coins for his behalf, not to mention the favors promised. The price paid was undoubtedly substantial.

To be helped to this extent meant being genuinely hoping for his success.

After careful consideration, Lin Miao decided to write a reply to Wan Bin.