It Hurts, Everyone Calls Me the God of Medicine

"Boss, Jack Ma's personal bodyguard has been waiting at the gate for three days. He wants to buy the ginseng we grow..."

Qi Yang, reclining in his chair, didn't even open his eyes. "Jack Ma? Why doesn't he come himself?"

"All right, I'll tell the man to leave in a bit. He's blocking the way. Also, the chairman of the Calligraphy Association wrote you a piece, and it's already been delivered."

Hearing this, Qi Yang opened his eyes just a crack. "Good grief, why am I being called the Medicine God again? How many times have I said it? I'm just a small-time farmer. So what if I grew a few hundred jin of saffron, some ginseng that's almost a thousand years old, and, uh, a tiny bit of the longevity-granting Tai Sui?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.