In the afternoon, the first patient finally arrived. He was fat, with small eyes and a small nose, two wisps of rat whiskers, and especially prominent front teeth. Dressed in an earthy yellow brocade robe and a wealthy gentleman's cap, he looked exactly like a fat homebody country squire.
"Greetings, Mr. Jiang. I am Bamboo Raccoon."
Upon seeing Jiang Hao, the man bowed and scraped with a smile, his respectful manner carrying a hint of humility.
"Oh, you know me?" Jiang Hao asked.
Jiang Hao could tell that this man was a second-tribulation demon cultivator with Golden Core strength. As for his true form, judging from his name and appearance, he was most likely a Bamboo Rat that had gained sentience.
"Hehe, I do business at Bao Qing Workshop. I witnessed what happened that day, and later you cured Little Eleven. Everyone in the workshop has been saying your medical skills are extraordinary," Bamboo Rat said with a smile.
Jiang Hao had cured Little Eleven when even the Bao Qing Workshop Mistress had been helpless. That was the best advertisement possible.
"Is there something wrong with your body?" Jiang Hao asked.
Pain appeared on Bamboo Raccoon's chubby face. "For the past few months, whenever I cultivate, my meridians hurt. I asked several people, but none of them could find the cause, so I came to see you, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Hao had Bamboo Raccoon extend his wrist for a pulse examination. A stream of spiritual energy entered his body and made a circuit through it. Once Jiang Hao understood his condition, he frowned. "Do you want to hear the truth?"
Bamboo Raccoon jumped in fright. Could he have some incurable disease?
"Of course I want the truth. Please... please tell me," Bamboo Raccoon stammered.
Jiang Hao said flatly, "Your problem