Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost-Chapter 408: This Medicine is too Illogical, Isn’t it?_1
"You wouldn’t know, but over on South Street, if it hadn’t been for the government and the Cheng Family stepping in quickly, there probably wouldn’t be anyone left at the Yizheng Medical Hall." The shopkeeper next door, who was fairly well-informed, commented with some regret.
Yizheng Medical Hall, like his Health Medical Hall, was considered a small establishment, not in the same league as Huichun Hall or Shunmin Hall. Nevertheless, the head physician of Yizheng Medical Hall was highly skilled, surpassing Wang Linchi’s predecessor’s master, and also had a huge reputation.
Many of the Doctors in Huichun Hall and Shunmin Hall had trained under the Yizheng Medical Hall’s head physician, and Yizheng Medical Hall also had considerable connections with the Cheng Family.
Wang Linchi surmised that they probably discovered something and planned to notify the Cheng Family, but were exposed instead, culminating in a terrible catastrophe.
He was grateful he hadn’t attended to that person earlier; it would have been too much of a trap.
"So what happened next? Were the culprits caught?" Wang Linchi asked.
If they hadn’t been, Wang Linchi planned to report it again to avoid future problems.
"Of course, they were caught. Their Spirit Bones were allegedly removed and their Spirit Veins extracted," the shopkeeper next door also spoke of this with lingering fear. After all, the perpetrator had once visited Wang Linchi’s clinic, and their shops were adjacent. If Wang Linchi had been unlucky, he could have also been implicated.
"Spirit Veins and Spirit Bones can be processed like this? Couldn’t they be given to someone else who doesn’t have them?" Wang Linchi asked in surprise.
"How can you, as a Doctor, not know this..." the shopkeeper critiqued before answering, "Of course not. They become useless once removed from the body."
"Well, I focused entirely on studying medicine, but I didn’t exactly master it. As a result, I’ve ended up in this state of not being particularly skilled at anything," Wang Linchi said, not taking it to heart.
"However, there are rumors that this whole conflict between him and the Cheng Family started over some opportunity," the shopkeeper hinted mysteriously.
Wang Linchi feigned shock. "No wonder it escalated to a life-and-death situation, and they even captured him alive."
"Don’t go spreading this around, or you’ll bring trouble upon yourself." The shopkeeper, with a mind full of gossip, was held back by his caution.
"Don’t worry. What you know and what I know stays between us. But on another note, where do you get all this behind-the-scenes news from?" Wang Linchi tried to probe further.
"Purely coincidence. You see, my seventh uncle’s second daughter’s... cousin’s friend works at Cheng Mansion. This is all the information she heard from there," the shopkeeper said, spinning a connection so convoluted Wang Linchi could hardly follow.
"You’ve got quite the powerful connections," Wang Linchi remarked. He knew the shopkeeper was brushing him off, so he didn’t push for more information.
Seeing through Wang Linchi’s attempts to probe further, the shopkeeper decided not to continue the conversation.
"I’ll go back and take a little nap. The women at the half-veiled door last night were too wild. I barely made it through and need to rest a little," the shopkeeper said, then invited Wang Linchi, "I’ll take you next time. It’s quite exciting."
"No thanks. I’m still young and don’t want to get my shoes wet," Wang Linchi declined. He had lost his gender and his organs. Besides, he had no desire in this regard and had managed to suppress all related emotions through self-control.
"Indeed, still young, tsk tsk," the shopkeeper teased before heading back.
Wang Linchi didn’t remain seated. Damn... he thought, somewhat unsettled.
Every one of them is far from simple. Wang Linchi was certain now that this shopkeeper had other identities. He had no idea why the man was hiding here.
But where’s the protagonist? Why haven’t I seen one after all this time?
By rights, there should be a protagonist. But he hadn’t seen one even after nearly four months here.
Although his Soul Kind Destiny might not grant the power of aura-gazing, it should be able to sense its own kind. After all, he was the recipient of the inheritance of the Fate Devil God, coupled with a double dose of the Protagonist’s Aura.
The recent lack of any development left Wang Linchi feeling somewhat frustrated.
His ideas were pretty straightforward: if the world was this weak, he would just kill the protagonist and steal their aura.
He was an outlaw, after all. Such an act wasn’t beyond him.
Or could it be that this world, due to its low power level, is incapable of birthing a protagonist?
Wang Linchi couldn’t help but ponder this possibility.
It had to be said, such a thing was indeed possible.
He lay around until afternoon, when a voice called out.
"Doctor Wang, I’ve come to repay my debt."
Wang Linchi looked up. It was the young man who had signed a credit contract with him soon after he first arrived.
As he spoke, he pulled out a small ingot of Silver from his bosom.
"You’ve gathered it so quickly." Wang Linchi took out a scale to weigh it, then took a pair of scissors to snip off the excess, returning the remainder to him.
"Yes, that’s right. Oh, and Doctor Wang, I was hoping to get some medicine from you. Do you have what I need?" the young man asked, after accepting the pieces of cut silver and putting them away.
"Medicine? You’ll have to go to Huichun Hall or Shunmin Hall to get it. If there’s a problem with your prescription and someone dies from it, they’ll come to me making a scene, and I can’t handle that," Wang Linchi declined without hesitation.
He ran a medical hall, not a pharmacy. Why invite trouble for no reason?
However, the youngster seemed to remember something, quickly shook his head, and said, "No, no. When I was coming, Brother Bai told me not to get it from those two shops. He said your place, Doctor Wang, is more affordable."
"Show me the prescription," Wang Linchi said, changing his request.
"Well... I don’t have a prescription. He just said to get a pound of each of these medicinal herbs," the youth explained, pulling out a list for Wang Linchi to see.
The list only contained the names of the medicinal herbs, without any units of weight.
Wang Linchi merely glanced at it before saying, "I can’t prepare this. Several herbs in this list conflict with one another. Taking them might not kill anyone, but problems are bound to arise. If you want to get these, you’ll have to go to a pharmacy."
The person who wrote the list did so deliberately to prevent its contents from being easily deciphered. Wang Linchi made a simple deduction: the prescription aimed to nourish blood, replenish qi, clear the heart, and calm the spirit. It was indeed very precious.
However, if all the listed herbs were used without proper dosage, it would turn from medicine into poison.
Besides, the dosage was unknown.
"Ah? What should I do then?" The youth was a bit dumbfounded.
"In any case, my Health Medical Hall won’t prepare it for you. If other medical halls will, that’s your concern." Wang Linchi thought the whole affair was a bit strange.
"Alright... okay then." The boy had no other choice.
Subsequently, they settled the contract, and Wang Linchi had the boy go to the government office himself to cancel the record. The rest was none of Wang Linchi’s business.
The best way to live a long life is to mind one’s own business, unless trouble lands squarely on one’s own head.
After the boy left, Wang Linchi pondered one thing: how had the youth suddenly come into money? Could it be that Brother Bai?
He knew this young man wasn’t a resident of the county seat but came from one of the surrounding villages—a lower-tier area. The living conditions there were not just poor but quite bad. Whether it was buying medicine or repaying a debt, neither seemed realistic for him.
「...」
"Brother Bai, are these the medicinal herbs you wanted?" Zhang Ergou asked, struggling under the weight of numerous bags as he entered a small house in the village.
A young man dressed in peasant clothes but with a remarkably refined appearance opened his eyes, a sharp light glinting within them. He took the herbs from Zhang Ergou, examined them, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Good. Which shop did you buy them from?" asked the young man surnamed Bai.
"I bought them from Huichun Hall," Zhang Ergou replied.
The young man surnamed Bai frowned. "Huichun Hall? Didn’t I tell you not to buy from the Cheng Family’s shops?"
"But only the Cheng Family’s shops sell medicinal herbs. The other medical halls don’t. They all said there was a problem with the list, and they didn’t want to be held responsible if someone died from taking them," Zhang Ergou said, sounding somewhat aggrieved.
"Alright, I understand." The young man surnamed Bai heard this and felt a wave of helplessness. He had indeed miscalculated this time. Medical halls weren’t pharmacies; they wouldn’t just give you whatever herbs you asked for. They typically diagnosed patients themselves, then prescribed and dispensed medicine accordingly.
"If there’s nothing else, you can head back. This is for your trouble," the young man surnamed Bai said, handing a small piece of broken silver to Zhang Ergou.
Zhang Ergou was overjoyed, profusely thanking Brother Bai before leaving.
Finally, I have them. It’s been seven days since I transmigrated to this world, and I’ve been stuck due to a lack of resources to nourish my Spirit Bone and Spirit Vein. Otherwise, I would have begun my foundational cultivation by now.
His name was Bai Changsheng, and he was a transmigrator. Naturally, upon transmigration, he came with a Golden Finger—in fact, two of them.
One was Immortality, and the other was transcendent Comprehension.
Upon learning that this world contained Transcendent beings known as Spirit Masters, his interest was naturally piqued. Fortunately, he possessed a Spirit Vein and Spirit Bone, though their quality was poor. Beginning his foundational cultivation wouldn’t be easy; he first needed to properly nourish these attributes.
Therefore, after flipping through the preface of a Medical Book, he used his transcendent Comprehension to devise the Nourishing Spirit Pill.
What, the preface contained no actual substance? If it had, how else could his heaven-defying Comprehension be demonstrated?
