When Xu Xian saw this, he was naturally furious.
A major reason he wanted to become a doctor was to save the poor.
Young Xu Xian had great ideals.
He wanted to become a doctor, heal the people, marry a beautiful wife, and have a happy family.
What an upright and ambitious person.
Any father would be comforted to have such a son.
Yet that vile feudal society of gods and Buddhas had forcibly driven such a person into becoming someone who chanted scriptures...
At this moment, Wenren Sheng would help him break free from his original Fate.
Xu Xian hurriedly pleaded, "Great Immortal, do you have a way to help these people?"
"If you want to help them, you must take up your own responsibility."
"Responsibility?"
"Yes. You are the River God, sustained by incense offerings."
"The people support you, just as they pay taxes to support the government. The government must protect the people, and so must you."
"That is only natural." Xu Xian accepted this easily.
He was a reasonable person.
If you took money, you had to do the job. If you were paid, you had to treat the illness.
He understood that.
"In other words, you must overpower the Liu Family gentry, the yamen officials, and the local gangs."
"To the common people, these three forces are the three harshest mountains weighing upon them."
"Their existence severely dampens the people's motivation to produce."
"Invention and innovation become meaningless as well."
"So what if you learn how to raise fish?"
"So what if you improve fish-farming methods?"
"In the end, they seize the lion's share. The more you produce, the more they plunder from you," Wenren Sheng explained one point at a time.
Xu Xian nodded repeatedly.
For the first time, he heard principles different from