The ghost doctor simply placed his hand lightly on the old man's pulse and frowned.

"My esteemed Doctor, I often experience unbearable abdominal pain..."

The Ghost Doctor shook his head: "It's too late to save him. Go back and prepare for your funeral."

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes widened in disbelief. "Sir, I've only been feeling this way for the past two days. I was perfectly fine before, but a few days ago..."

"Don't you believe my diagnosis?" The Ghost Doctor looked coldly at the old man.

Meeting the gaze of the Ghost Doctor, the old man staggered and nearly fell to the ground. He had heard that the Ghost Doctor was a miracle worker.

Even if a celestial being were to come and save someone who has been condemned to death by the Ghost Doctor, they would be beyond saving!

"The Ghost Doctor already told you to go back and prepare for your funeral. Why can't you understand human language?"

"Yeah, what are you still standing there for? A dying man, he's an eyesore! What bad luck!"

Some people couldn't resist pushing the old man, who, already unsteady on his feet, stumbled and fell to the ground. It took him a long time to recover. "Miracle doctor, miracle doctor, is there really no hope for me? I don't want to die..."

"Who would want to die?" someone sneered. "No one here wants to die. The Ghost Doctor has already said you're beyond saving, yet you keep pestering him. Can you bear the consequences of angering the Ghost Doctor?"

The hook-nosed man said arrogantly, "It's already a blessing from your past life that the Ghost Doctor is even able to take your pulse! Now get lost, dressed in rags and about to die, what bad luck!"

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions.

The Ghost Doctor watched this scene indifferently; it would only dirty his hands to treat these poor people.

"Quiet down, quiet down," the servant snapped, and the noisy square instantly fell silent.

"The Ghost Doctor cannot provide free medical care to everyone, so please don't worry. The Master has prepared a batch of medicinal liquid. If you have any headaches or fevers, just take this liquid and you'll be cured!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was overjoyed, for this was a medicinal liquid personally concocted by the Ghost Doctor!

"Please, Your Excellency the Ghost Doctor, bestow upon me medicine!"

"Please, Your Excellency the Ghost Doctor, bestow upon me medicine!"

The people watched the ghost doctor with utmost piety and anticipation.

"Cough cough cough!" The Ghost Doctor cleared his throat. "There are only one hundred bottles of this medicine! I'll only recoup the cost of each bottle, which is only ten thousand spirit stones!"

Ten thousand spirit stones!

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Ten thousand spirit stones was not a small sum, but this was a medicinal liquid made by the Ghost Doctor!

"I heard that the Ghost Doctor's bottle of Spirit Gathering Elixir was auctioned for a sky-high price of 30 million. I'm afraid that 10,000 spirit stones won't even cover the cost of the medicinal materials!" Someone in the crowd suddenly sighed.

"I'm doing this for the sake of the people," the Ghost Doctor said with a smile. "Although the cost is more than that, I'll only charge this much! I guarantee honesty and fair dealing. If you don't believe me, that's fine too. There are only one hundred bottles available, and each person can only buy one bottle."

Upon hearing this, everyone's doubts were dispelled.

This is a medicinal liquid concocted by the Ghost Doctor!

Even if you don't need it, you can easily make a profit by reselling it to the black market.

"Master Doctor, please grant me the medicine!"

Many people held spirit stones to buy the medicine, but 10,000 spirit stones was not a small amount. Many people stepped back. Although they were tempted, they were short of money. They couldn't even come up with 5,000 spirit stones, let alone 10,000!

The Ghost Doctor was overjoyed at the sight, but he had to pretend to be calm, composed, and inscrutable.

Indeed, impersonating the Ghost Doctor was the best decision he ever made in his life.

In the past, he would never have seen so much money in his entire life.

They said it was one hundred bottles, but in reality it was much more than one hundred bottles, but these ignorant people wouldn't care at all.

Soon, the medicine was completely sold out, making him a fortune. Most importantly, these people were grateful to him, as if he had done something incredibly good.

"May I ask what the effects of this medicine are?" At this moment, a white figure walked in, the boy holding a rough porcelain bottle in his hand.

This kind of porcelain vase is the lowest quality! Tsk, they can't even spare a penny of the cost.

"It can be used for most symptoms."

"Ghost Doctor—oh no," Fu Hongbo said with a forced smile, his brows furrowed as he sized up the young man.

Is this brat here to cause trouble?

"You can use it for headaches and fevers?" The young man raised an eyebrow. "And it cures everything? Is that right?"

"nature."

Fu Hongbo said confidently.

He then snorted coldly, "If you don't believe me, you can return this medicine. After all, many other people want it."

"That's right, if you don't want it, give it to me."

Immediately someone chimed in, saying that he hadn't managed to grab one either.

"Fire Spirit Flower boiled with water until it becomes a thick paste—that's your so-called miraculous medicine? It seems the Ghost Doctor is nothing special after all." The young man toyed with the porcelain bottle in his hand, then suddenly looked at Fu Hongbo: "However, the Ghost Doctor's name is renowned far and wide, are you really the Ghost Doctor?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Hongbo's expression changed. This brat was indeed here to cause trouble.

However, he remained completely unfazed, sneering, "Are you questioning His Majesty of the White Tiger Kingdom? I was personally invited by His Majesty!" The implication was clear: you don't even respect the Emperor?

"Perhaps His Majesty has also been blinded by you?" Liu Yue chuckled.

Looking at the hunched old man who hadn't left, he sneered, "The so-called miracle doctor can't even diagnose a simple ailment like intestinal obstruction?"

Fu Hongbo felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and a look of panic flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

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