The doctor searched through his patients and eventually found an old moneybags.
The man lived in a mountain village. Logically speaking, it was absolutely impossible for the Blue-Clothed Guards to have the manpower, motive, or energy to investigate an Old Moneybags in such a remote place.
With a little effort, he persuaded Old Moneybags.
"You want to make sure you can reincarnate smoothly after drinking the medicine too, don't you?" With just that one sentence, he got Old Moneybags to cooperate and write down a complete record of his life.
He also investigated Old Moneybags's sons and grandsons, wife, and neighbors, cross-checking their accounts.
The records he made were far more detailed than a yamen's interrogation of criminals.
Moreover, many of those records came with relevant witnesses and physical evidence.
For instance, in a certain year and place, he had bought a painting, stamped it with his personal seal, and recorded which scholar had sold it to him...
The details had left a deep impression. If there truly was someone reincarnated from him, they would certainly be able to recount them.
If they could not, then the court was deceiving people.
Of course, he understood full well how great a risk he was taking.
Daring to publicly expose the court's money-grabbing scheme was more dangerous than gathering a mob to rebel.
Whether he succeeded or failed, his entire clan would be executed.
Old Moneybags would not escape it either.
He was somewhat afraid.
But then he thought of how he was nearly sixty this year, yet had accomplished nothing. He had treated some patients, but had never made much of a name for himself.
In terms of scholarly honors, he was merely a xiucai. He had nearly been struck off the rolls by the old examiner after failing the Annual