Less than a day after Xiao Zhen entered Xinzheng, he received quite a few letters from nobles and dignitaries at the inn where he was staying.
After all, in these ancient times, every household had its share of minor illnesses and ailments, even wealthy families.
The letters all said much the same thing: they hoped to invite Mr. Xiao Zhen to their residences for a chat and ask him to treat some difficult or complicated conditions.
Though this world had a touch of fantasy to it, it was still ancient times. Not everyone possessed medical skills as formidable as Nian Duan's.
Even for minor ailments, ordinary physicians might be completely helpless.
Ever since Xiao Zhen made a name for himself, there had been virtually no illness he could not cure along the way.
Moreover, this gentleman was apparently proficient in fortune-telling as well. Naturally, some people were interested in such mystical arts.
After accepting several commissions, apart from receiving some gold and silver, the only truly valuable item Xiao Zhen obtained was a ginseng root nearly five hundred years old.
However, when he returned to the inn where he was staying, he found several soldiers standing outside the entrance.
As soon as the carriage stopped, the leading soldier stepped forward respectfully. "Mr. Xiao Zhen, under His Majesty's orders, we have come to invite you to the royal palace to treat some of His Majesty's hidden ailments."
Xiao Zhen did not refuse. This was the first time a monarch had invited him to treat an illness.
But as the ruler of a state, there should be plenty of medicinal herbs in the royal treasury, right?
Xiao Zhen had already decided to fleece King An of Han thoroughly.
That very same night, another powerful figure of Han State, General Ji Wuye, also