Divine Physician's Mansion
Redwood and blue tiles.
The roof beams are decorated with auspicious clouds and cranes painted with kingfisher feathers and gold powder. Two large stone lions covered with gold leaf stand at the entrance, and four rows of servants stand guard.
Many people come seeking medical treatment.
Those who could afford five hundred taels of silver for medical treatment were all high-ranking officials and nobles. Shang Yanting, carrying five hundred taels, was insignificant and had to be placed at the very end of the line.
From afternoon to evening.
It wasn't until the sun was setting and the servants of the Divine Physician's Mansion hung lanterns at the entrance that it was Shang Yanting's turn.
Finally, I met the miracle doctor.
This man looked to be no more than thirty years old. He had an average appearance, a cold expression, and an arrogant air about him.
"This miracle doctor is so young."
Jia Xitong looked at him and sighed. She had thought he would be an old man in flowing white robes.
Shang Yanting could not deny it. This man was well over fifty years old; his youthful appearance was simply due to his skill in preserving his youthful looks.
What kind of treatment do you provide?
"I made some mistakes with my hands."
Xie Qingxian sat up, examined him, and finally concluded briefly, "He is curable."
Upon hearing this, Jia Xitong immediately sat up. Although the doctor seemed arrogant, he was actually quite skilled.
"The treatment cost five thousand taels of silver."
The doctor's next words instantly brought Jia Xitong back to reality: "In addition, you need to prepare the three medicinal ingredients yourself: mud crab, gentian, and sesame seed."
Jia Xitong had never heard of any of them, but that didn't stop her from knowing that they must be very expensive.
An ordinary person might not earn five hundred taels of silver in twenty years, but in front of a divine doctor, he would be deemed "curable".
The treatment will cost 5,000 yuan now, and we also need to spend money on medicine.
Moreover, after Shang Yanting entered the room, the divine physician glanced at Shang Yanting's attire for a moment and then adopted a somewhat arrogant attitude. To be honest, Jia Xitong felt that the divine physician was being a bit too arrogant.
"Thank you, miracle doctor."
Upon hearing this, Shang Yanting bowed to him and said, "I will come to visit again after I have gathered all three medicines."
"Um."
Xie Qingxian nodded slightly upon hearing this, and then reminded him, "These three medicines are extremely rare. There will be an auction at Wanbaoge in the city in half a month. You can go and take a look."
"Thank you, senior."
Going out
Jia Xitong couldn't help but ask, "Dear host, don't you think this miracle doctor seems like a shrewd businessman?"
"That's who he is."
Shang Yanting glanced back at the Divine Physician's Residence.
Carved golden gates, colorful roof ridges; soaring jade towers, flying pavilions. If he didn't love money, how could a mere small town satisfy his extravagant desires?
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The next day
A man carrying a strange little beast slowly strolled into the city's largest pharmacy.
Jia Xitong looked around the pharmacy with little interest, and then saw the medicine jar labeled with Wenyao fish blood and the drawer containing the Dark Mace Herb.
Unfortunately, Shang Yanting didn't come to buy this.
"Boss, I need 10 taels of Wenyao fish blood and 1000 servings of Dark Mace Mystic Grass."
What?
Upon hearing this, Jia Xitong doubted whether she had misheard. "Dear host, didn't you say you were buying medicine?"
"Then I'll cancel?"
"No!"
Jia Xitong quickly stopped her.
This is just... amazing!
"Host is the best host in the world."
The shopkeeper, standing nearby, found it odd to see Shang Yanting talking to himself. However, when it came to big business, he could do anything, even perform a shamanistic ritual, let alone let a customer talk to himself.
"May I ask where I would like to put these things, young master?"
The shopkeeper politely inquired from the side.
"Please keep this for me for now, shopkeeper. Someone will come to collect it later."
Having the raw materials alone is not enough; we must find someone to process these two items into real paper and ink.
Next, we need to find someone who can handle these things.
That's not difficult; just find a shop that sells writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.
These shops are basically family businesses, providing a one-stop service from production to sales to after-sales support.
Shang Yanting found a paper shop that was known as a century-old establishment.
He made a point of checking the quality of the paper and ink before handing them over to the shopkeeper.
"Please rest assured, young master, we will handle these materials carefully, and it will take about ten days."
Shang Yanting nodded upon hearing this, "Thank you for your trouble, sir."
Upon hearing this address, the middle-aged man quickly waved his hand, saying, "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."
He's just a craftsman; how could he be worthy of the title "Master"?
Jia Xitong, who was eavesdropping in her mind's eye, suddenly remembered the treasures she had brought back from the cave. "Dear host, can my Wuding Secret Grass and Wuding Silver Fish Fins be disposed of?"
Upon hearing this, Shang Yanting returned to the inn and took out a small amount of each item. "Sir, could these two items also be made into paper and ink?"
The Unstable Herb has been harvested for many days, yet its roots and stems remain emerald green, as if it had just been picked.
The fins of the silverfish turn gray after it dies, and have a faint fishy smell.
The middle-aged man gently touched the severed part of the root of the Unstable Secret Grass with his fingers, then broke off a small piece to examine it carefully. Next, he picked up a fish fin, smelled it, and even licked it with his tongue.
After observing for a moment, the middle-aged man's brows gradually furrowed.
"Young master, these two items... are rather unusual."
He shook his head and withdrew the fin. "I've spent half my life making paper, and I believe I'm the best in the whole city. The grass you gave me is strange, but I'm willing to give it a try. However, I can't guarantee my ink-making skills."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "However, I have a friend whose ink-making skills are among the best in Dongxu Kingdom. If you trust me, I can take some to him for you to try."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, sir."
Having arranged everything, Shang Yanting slowly strolled back.
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