After twenty years studying medicine on Kunlun Mountain, Jiang Yubai was kicked down the mountain by his master, who tossed him 500 yuan and a note: “Get lost.”
Jiang Yubai entered the city with his 500 yuan, only to discover that one of the bills was counterfeit.
The System issued a cold prompt: [Open a shop within seven days. Fail, and all your medical skills will be revoked.]
The shabbiest milk tea shop on Qingshi Street, “Never Bitter,” opened for business.
Other people sold milk tea with sugar. He sold it with medicine.
An insomniac lawyer finished a cup and fell asleep on the spot, snoring so loudly the whole shop could hear;
A middle-aged man with bad breath finished a cup and burped for three minutes, clearing half the shop;
A kidney-deficient rich kid finished a cup and slept through the night for three days straight. His back stopped hurting, too.
A rich man offered ten million for his medicine. Without even looking up, Jiang Yubai said, “Eight yuan a cup. Scan to pay.”
The rich kid slapped the table. “Do you know who my dad is?”
Jiang Yubai: “Eight yuan.”
The System only gave him 500 yuan in daily expenses. Go even one fen over, and it would crash.
He used goji berries to treat cancer, ginger to save critically ill patients, and dried tangerine peel to defeat thousand-year-old ginseng.
Medical clinics across the city lined up to go out of business. The king of pricey medicines knelt and begged for his formula, but Jiang Yubai just smiled silently over his milk tea.
No one knew that the 500-yuan limit was his master’s regret from three hundred years ago.
And no one knew that the hundredth person he cured would uncover the secret of Kunlun’s twelve meridians.
Eight yuan a cup, and it cures anyone who dares to challenge him.
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