pered, "Tell us what's going on, so we can help."She didn't refuse and tucked the money away in her pocket, whispering, "I had two sorcerers come before, but they couldn't fix it. People at home said...Behind me stood a short, stout old man.

To call him old would be inaccurate, as he appeared to be no more than in his fifties. However, he looked haggard and his eyes were cloudy.

Our family's occupational disease is to see people as if they were undergoing a full medical examination—we take in their appearance, listen to what they say, inquire about their well-being, and then silently make judgments about them after just a few glances.

You can tell a lot about a person's life and health by looking at their energy and spirit.

This old geezer must be a real tycoon, indulging in all the pleasures of life—wine, women, and money.

His finger, adorned with a large gold ring, patted my shoulder, making me frown slightly in displeasure.

"Hee hee... It's been a long time, Second Miss." He smiled sheepishly.

Who is this, calling me Second Miss... Looks like a frequent visitor at my house.

Most of the wealthy and influential people who come to my house for medical advice and prescriptions are polite, after all, it involves their own health. However, occasionally I encounter some oddballs.

When encountering eccentric patients who cause trouble, Brother Jun usually can calmly "kill" them, of course, not literally. He would typically give them a small punishment to teach them a lesson.

This old man was most likely disciplined by your senior brother, that's why he's so respectful.

"Miss Second, is your brother-in-law here, eh heh" the wealthy old man rubbed his hands together.

I looked outside the door, a luxury car was parked outside with a driver and bodyguard. This old man seems to be Jun's brother's fat sheep...cough...patient.

"It's still early, your master is at home taking care of daily affairs. Why don't you have some tea here and wait" I replied casually.

"No no no, can't drink tea. The Divine Healer said no tea, it messes with the medicine..." The old man rubbed his hands together.

Pff… Still the Divine Doctor, huh… LOL.

My fellow disciples, it takes more than twenty years to leave the sect and practice medicine independently. Your master entered my home at the age of five and started practicing medicine at twenty-five. In two years, I don't know how much money he made, but looking at that flashy Fengshen car, you know your master doesn't take money seriously.

He doesn't live a luxurious life at all, this car is just to shut up some eccentric millionaires.

Some patients who come to see a doctor feel that because they have money, they can boss the doctor around or treat them like inferiors, showing them great disrespect.

So just fight back with their values, cure the body and mind, but can't cure some people's brains — that was Jun Shidi's words.

We spoke here at the shadow wall. Our Fifth and Sixth Senior Sisters, who were sorting herbs in the courtyard, heard us and hurried out, inviting this wealthy old uncle to a side room to sit down.

The guest rooms were divided into two, furnished like a luxurious teahouse, reflecting my father's stubborn aesthetic preferences everywhere.

My senior brother is still at home, so I found an excuse to sneak to this wealthy old man's guest room. He took a sip of plain water and saw me peering through the door, quickly smiling and saying, "Miss Second, you didn't go out to play today How come young people like you stay at home helping out"

"I've been under house arrest by Senior Brother," I replied with a smile, chatting with him about everyday things to bridge the gap between us.

The wealthy old man, with his graying temples and a few white whiskers, looked like someone who had overexerted himself.

Wine, sex, money and power all damage one's vital energy. He probably lives a pretty dissolute life.

My father always said, how you treat your body, your body treats you. Nothing is better than a healthy body, and nothing is more important than a long and healthy life.

Seeking medical treatment and asking for medicine can be very agonizing, this wealthy old gentleman must have experienced it firsthand.

He probably thought that anyone in my family was considered a great doctor, and when he saw me, he asked: "Second Miss, you see, since I came last time, my body has recovered a lot. Even Jun Shenyi said that it's very effective, but recently I've been a little slack with the medical advice, and I feel like my body is getting heavy again. My back aches, and I get chills easily. Also—"

"Your kidneys are weak, you have some symptoms of yang deficiency," I whispered.

He smiled awkwardly and nodded, "I'm getting old, my strength isn't what it used to be. Ha, ha..."

I rolled my eyes internally. Someone in their fifties saying they're out of gas Sounds like someone's been living beyond their means.

Actually, I just wanted to ask about some gossip and casually chatted a few words. Junior Brother Jun immediately glared at me and said, "Stop causing trouble."

He was sitting opposite the wealthy old man, and I leaned on my senior brother's shoulder and whispered, "Big client"

Senior Brother's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he made a hand gesture on the table. It was our family's secret signal.

Our caring service includes bringing medicine, visiting patients at their homes, providing nourishing meals and health-preserving treatments. Costs just five million a year.

This old man is really rich!

"Go out and play, don't cause trouble." Jun shidi chased me away.

"I also want to eavesdrop and learn!" I want to hear the gossip!

"Come on, that's private, go play somewhere else," he waved his hand.

The wealthy old man chuckled, "Second Miss is still young, very young. It's best not to listen to this now. You'll understand when you get married."

Humph.

I stuck out my tongue, and Sixth Senior Sister laughed and waved at me: “Were you kicked out Big Senior Brother doesn't usually let people listen when he sees patients, especially for this kind of private consultation with Big Senior Brother as a personal doctor.”

"What's there not to listen to Isn't it just that you have the heart but not the means" I asked, puzzled.

Sixth Senior Sister and Fifth Senior Sister slapped me: "What do you know, little girl!"

"There's a lot to learn here! These wealthy people, even the slightest ailment can cause a family feud. This old man is the largest shareholder and chairman of a privately listed company. He has three illnesses and four aches, and the stock price immediately plummeted." Senior Sister Five pointed me out.

That's why... no wonder she's willing to spend money on a private doctor.

Western medicine treats the symptoms but not the root cause. You can see a Western doctor when you're about to die or need surgery, but Western medicine just cuts where it hurts. But some places can't be cut! That's why people spend so much money seeing TCM doctors.

"Excuse me, you can't just barge in here." The shop boy at the entrance was blocking people.

We looked up to see a woman in her twenties glaring angrily at our younger brother, pointing a finger at his nose and shouting, "Don't you want to do business anymore What do you mean by 'no trespassing' We pay you half a million dollars a year to take care of your family, and now coming to your store is considered trespassing!"

Look, there are always some weirdos.

"Are you here to seek medical treatment Please wait in the guest room for a moment, I will ask the family doctor to attend to you." The second brother said politely.

"Go, go, go! I'm going to find my husband!" she exclaimed.

I patted the medicinal herbs in my hand and walked over to ask, "Who is your husband"

"Your esteemed clients," she gave me a withering look.

"So, are you a valued customer of ours"

"Huh"

"No Then what are you yelling about"

"I... I spent so much money here with my husband!"

"So your husband is our guest of honor, you say Our doctor is seeing patients one-on-one right now, but... what does that have to do with you" I retorted. "You're not a guest of honor in my house, so why are you getting special treatment!" ended up sliding down, nestled against his legs. It was so comfortable, he even lifted one hand to hold my shoulder, covering me with the wide, flowing sleeve of his robe."I'm telling you to sleep. S...