[Healing people by day, “bluffing” ghosts and gods by night]
This clinic treats people during the day and ghosts at night.
Zhao Qian became an apprentice at a shady clinic at the foot of Changbai Mountain.
His boss, Huairen, had even forgotten his own surname. In the dead of winter, he wandered the streets wearing nothing but a thin jacket, and whenever the clinic opened, he hung up twenty-two wooden plaques. The man sure knew how to put on a show.
On his very first night shift, Zhao Qian was scared stiff.
The two-meter-tall City God showed up with a thermos in hand, followed by a spirit boy who radiated cold air.
His bargain-basement master took the boy’s pulse from a distance while chanting incantations, and somehow sent medicinal herbs flying through the air! In the end, he pulled out a secret family recipe, a Liuwei Dihuang Pill. No, wait, a divine elixir, which drove the century-old chill from the spirit boy’s legs.
By day, Zhao Qian studied medical texts until he was nearly bald. At night, his master dragged him off to give “psychological counseling” to heroic spirits.
Even more absurdly, he sleepwalked to the morning market every day, where spirit mediums chased after him, insisting he had a “fated connection” with the immortals.
What kind of clinic was this? It was clearly one giant immersive murder-mystery game!
“Master, who are you, really?”
Huairen silently produced a pile of provisions. “I’m your health insurance bill, one you’ll never finish paying off.”
[A friendly reminder: This clinic treats ordinary people by day and serves ghosts and gods by night. Sign up and receive one amnesiac boss ×1 and one City God VIP card ×1, but, no, five, insurance, and, housing, funds!]
Book lovers, this novel is fascinating. It can be seen that the author has a profound foundation in traditional Chinese medicine. Refreshing! Satisfies my book hunger! Highly recommended 👍 👍 👍