Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor

Several days later, the free clinic at Little Ci'en Hall was held as scheduled.

It was barely dawn, and Yun Sheng along with a few others had already arrived early at the clinic.

From transporting medicinal herbs to arranging tables and chairs, they were busy until the sun was three poles high, only then did the free clinic officially start.

The staff at Little Ci'en Hall, full of anticipation for a large turnout of local residents seeking medical help, waited until noon but didn't see a single patient.

This puzzled everyone, including the normally patient Gu Feng who couldn't help but wonder as well.

"What's going on? Why haven't we seen a single person," Lin Yao'er was also getting anxious.

She had clearly posted the clinic's announcement in the busiest taverns, market entrances, and residential areas of the city.

"I'll go around and take a look," declared Gu Feng, volunteering himself, and he ran off to investigate.

After a while, the pudgy boy returned, covered in sweat.

As he ran, he was also panting, "I know, I know... I finally found out why no one's coming for treatment. Medicine Emperor Pavilion... People from Medicine Emperor Pavilion are running a free clinic just at the street corner ahead."

Medicine Emperor Pavilion is having a free clinic too?

Upon hearing this, Yun Sheng immediately stood up.

Medicine Emperor Pavilion holds a free clinic only once every three months. She had inquired about it; their last clinic was just a month ago. Why another free clinic so soon?

Without a doubt, Medicine Emperor Pavilion must have learned of the free clinic at Little Ci'en Hall and decided to hold their clinic to suppress ours.

Both are free clinics, but Medicine Emperor Pavilion, with its superior reputation and credibility, is undoubtedly like a magnet. As long as Medicine Emperor Pavilion is holding a clinic, Little Ci'en Hall can't expect to attract any patients.

Even if we were to give out medicines for free, people would still choose Medicine Emperor Pavilion.

"What should we do? Should we hold our clinic on another day?" Lin Yao'er said sorrowfully as she looked at the medicinal herbs already prepared on the stall and at the people sweating under the sun.

"Changing the date won't help; it's clear they are challenging us. Needless to say, however many times we hold a clinic, they will do the same. Medicine Emperor Pavilion is a big establishment, they can afford to waste some manpower and resources. We are just an unknown medical shop, and yet we've managed to get Medicine Emperor Pavilion to compete with us, which is quite ironic," Yun Sheng pondered for a while and had already made a decision in her mind.

"You guys stay and watch the stall, Gu Feng, come with me to the front," Yun Sheng and Gu Feng left the stall and turned the street corner.

Soon, Yun Sheng saw the free clinic stall of Medicine Emperor Pavilion.

Indeed cunning, Yun Sheng surveyed the surrounding location.

Medicine Emperor Pavilion clearly had smoothed things over with the government of Yujing City; their clinic location was perfectly situated at the intersection of the three busiest streets of Yujing, where carriages and crowds surged, and the flow of people was completely diverted by them.

Unlike the temporary and rudimentary white canvas stall set up by Little Ci'en Hall, the stall of Medicine Emperor Pavilion was adorned with a large sign with the name of Medicine Emperor Pavilion, and more than ten Medicine Gathering Boys, Medicine Men, and several doctors were busy non-stop.

At one spot where the crowd was the thickest, Yun Sheng immediately spotted Cheng Sihai sitting in the back, along with the somewhat familiar Qi Tian.

It turns out it was this duo of doctors known for their lack of medical ethics.

Yun Sheng roughly guessed that this free clinic by Medicine Emperor Pavilion was related to Cheng Sihai, watching as the queue for Medicine Emperor Pavilion extended over a hundred meters long.

The queue at Cheng Sihai's spot alone was sixty to seventy meters long, and it was still growing.

His fellow Imperial Doctors, including Imperial Doctor Cheng and Doctor Fan, were both famous Imperial-level doctors in Great Zhou.

His medical skills need not be mentioned as they were also very superior, let alone the fact that he is a Four-direction Wanderer Doctor, ranking just below an Imperial Doctor in the world of medicine.

Such a doctor, even if participating in free clinics on ordinary days, would at most treat around ten people.

Today, in order to undermine the Little Ci'en Hall, Cheng Sihai actually went all out, personally attending to patients.

When the common people heard that a Four-direction Wanderer Doctor was holding a clinic, they all flocked to him, completely neglecting the deserted corner where Little Ci'en Hall was located.

"One by one, don't crowd, Doctor Cheng is very busy," several Medicine Men shouted as they maintained order.

Cheng Sihai also saw Yun Sheng and Gu Feng standing at the other end of the street and revealed a proud smile.

Competing with him, this time Little Ci'en Hall would not only fail to attract clients but would also end up paying for the medicines.

"Let's go," Yun Sheng watched for a while and, unable to think of any way to counteract, simply went back to the free clinic's booth first.

As Yun Sheng turned to leave, in an inconspicuous tavern at the street corner, an old man and a steward were watching from behind a railing.

The scene of Yun Sheng and the Little Ci'en Hall being marginalized by the Medicine Emperor Pavilion also caught the old man's eyes.

"This recklessly naive girl, her fur isn't even fully grown, yet she dares to compete with the Medicine Emperor Pavilion. She truly thinks, just because she has crafted a Holy-grade Elixir, that she is the top doctor in the world," the old man, with his grayish-white beard, displayed powerful tiger-like eyes, emanating an aura of authority without being angry.

Although he was dressed ordinarily, the essence of a veteran from the battlefield emanated from his bones, sharp as knives and swords.

On one side, his old steward Uncle Yun hurriedly poured a cup of wine for the old man, muttering to himself in his mind.

The young lady never claimed herself to be the top doctor, and I don't know who it was that day, hearing that the young lady had crafted a Holy-grade Purple Ginseng Golden Pill at Wu Xuan Wuji Hall, was so thrilled like a monkey, jumping up and down ecstatically at the Martial Saint General Mansion.

He even got drunk on quinidine, in his moment of joy, shouting incessantly, truly worthy of being a descendant of my Martial Saint General Mansion, a Holy-grade Elixir, haha, far more formidable than that youngster Wen Ruochu.

Old Man Chen, Old Man Lin, which of your descendants can compare to this old man?

At the age of eight, what was Wen Ruochu doing? He probably could only craft a Low-grade Elixir for fun.

Uncle Yun, listening by the side, felt both helpless and amused.

Wen Ruochu is none other than Grandmaster Wen.

Ah, my lord, can't you be more straightforward?

These thoughts, of course, Uncle Yun only dared to keep to himself, not saying them aloud.

The gray-bearded old man and the wine-pouring steward are none other than the Martial Saint General Yun Bahe and his old steward Uncle Yun.

Seeing the old general verbally castigating the young lady while his sharp gaze occasionally drifted over to Medicine Emperor Pavilion's clinic booth, the old steward grasped something, "Old General, don't blame the young lady, she is young and doesn't foresee everything."

Ever since Yun Bahe found out Yun Sheng was his own granddaughter, although he said nothing, he collected news about the young lady under various pretexts every day.

From the place of the young lady's birth before six years old to when she came to Yujing, entered the Royal Magic Academy, then transferred to Wu Xuan Wuji Hall; the old general wanted to thoroughly investigate everything.

Of course, these matters, Uncle Yun knew, but the old general would never admit aloud.