Ever since his medical skills had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had set his sights on reaching even greater heights, Fang Yuan had ordered the Zhou family to spread the word and lay down a few rules.
He had built a thatched hut and a small pavilion in front of Hidden Valley. Anyone seeking medical treatment or medicine had to come here in person, and he would treat only three people a day.
They also had to pay the consultation fee in advance. The area behind Hidden Valley was off-limits, and anyone who broke the rules would be thrown out and never treated again!
To be honest, rules like these were bound to make people resent him.
But in this world, only the strong had a say. There were plenty of people even stranger than Fang Yuan, and most of the people in Qingye City took it as the eccentricity of a divine doctor, believing it without question.
Compared with their lives, what did a few rules amount to?
Once people had grown accustomed to them, the terms Fang Yuan had laid down were immediately treated as golden rules and obeyed to the letter.
"But something's strange today!"
Fang Yuan settled into his seat, his face full of suspicion. "Usually, not a single person shows up all day. This time, Zhou Wenwu and Lin Benchu have both come..."
Thinking of the patients he had treated recently, most of whom had suffered wounds from blades, fists, and kicks, Fang Yuan immediately began to suspect something.
"Come in!"
"Greetings, Layman Fang!"
Lin Benchu had his men carry a stretcher into the thatched hut. A martial artist lay upon it, his face deathly pale and utterly bloodless, like a zombie.
Now that he was meeting Fang Yuan again, Lin Benchu did