Jiang Wangzu, Do You Want a Wife or Not?

Jiang Wangzu had already asked around. Today was the day the Little Medical Immortal, Yan Ruyu, would be seeing patients.

He had queued outside Benevolent World Hall for a long time before he finally saw the legendary Little Medical Immortal.

The Little Medical Immortal was dignified and pretty, her skin whiter than snow. She wore modern civilized attire: a pale-blue short jacket, a dark long skirt, and two glossy braided pigtails.

The moment she saw Jiang Wangzu, she was first slightly stunned, then her face could not help flushing a little.

From the look of it, Jiang Wangzu's handsomeness had struck her!

Jiang Wangzu was still very satisfied with his looks in this life.

Better than Yanzu, with a roguish handsomeness through and through.

Even he loved himself!

"Please sit. I'll take your pulse first!"

"Have you been feeling unwell anywhere lately?"

Yan Ruyu parted her red lips lightly, her voice melodious and pleasant.

She beckoned Jiang Wangzu to sit, then placed her fingers on his pulse.

Originally, Jiang Wangzu had wanted to state his purpose directly, but he still wanted to test just how much skill this Little Medical Immortal had.

So he simply let the Little Medical Immortal take his pulse and diagnose him.

As a result, after Little Medical Immortal Yan Ruyu touched his pulse, her expression turned slightly grave, and there was an indescribable look in her eyes as she gazed at Jiang Wangzu.

Without waiting for Jiang Wangzu to answer her question, she continued asking:

"What is your name?"

"Jiang Wangzu."

"How old are you this year?"

"Eighteen."

"Are you married?"

"No."

"Then... is there any woman you fancy?"

"None either."

"Then is there anyone else in your family?"

"My parents died early. I've also lost contact with my elder sister and younger sister. Right now, I suppose I'm all alone in the world!"

Jiang Wangzu answered crisply and cleanly, without the slightest hesitation.

But he felt as if something was a little off.

Is this Little Medical Immortal checking my household registration?

No, no, no. An ordinary doctor wouldn't talk that much nonsense with a patient, unless... she can't help it!

Pah, no—unless there's a serious illness!

I feel like my body's still fine. Could it be that I really do have some serious illness?

Jiang Wangzu thought to himself.

"Doctor, if there's something, just say it directly. I can take it!"

Feeling somewhat uneasy inside, Jiang Wangzu spoke up.

"Then I'll say it directly."

"Jiang Wangzu, do you want a wife?"

Yan Ruyu's face was slightly red as she looked at Jiang Wangzu and spoke with a bit of shy hesitation.

Jiang Wangzu: "???"

I know I'm handsome, but is my charm really this great?

"Doctor, if it's you, then I think I can!"

Jiang Wangzu carefully sized Yan Ruyu up.

Although this Little Medical Immortal's figure was not as full as his sister-in-law's, and her looks were not as bewitching as Ru Meng's, she had a scholarly air all her own.

It should be said that she, his sister-in-law, and Ru Meng each had their own merits.

"Giggle, giggle, giggle!"

"You've misunderstood."

"The one I'm talking about isn't me, but an older sister I know."

"Although she's a little older than you, she's extremely beautiful, and her family is quite well-off."

"I feel that the two of you should be quite suitable."

"If there's a chance, I can introduce you to each other."

"But for now, how about we first talk about the matter of you coming here to see a doctor when you're not sick?"

"Don't tell me you really came for me?"

Yan Ruyu asked teasingly.

"Doctor Yan, I really did come for you."

"I know Doctor Yan has learned both Chinese and Western medicine, with a deep family tradition, so I wanted to ask you to help me compound a secret Strength Training medicine. I wonder if that would be possible?"

Jiang Wangzu looked around, lowered his voice, and said.

Boom!

A glint flashed through Yan Ruyu's eyes when she heard this. Her slender jade hand shot straight toward Jiang Wangzu's face, stirring up gusts of air wherever it passed.

Bang!

Though Jiang Wangzu moved second, he arrived first. Raising his hand, he used Black Tiger Fist and directly blocked Yan Ruyu's sudden strike.

But Yan Ruyu's jade hand merely brushed Jiang Wangzu's broad palm before withdrawing like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water.

Jiang Wangzu had not expected that Yan Ruyu, the harmless-looking Little Medical Immortal, actually had martial skill as well.

"Doctor Yan, you know martial arts too?"

Jiang Wangzu said, somewhat surprised.

"It's only a bit of Five Animal Frolics, that's all. Cultivating the body and mind, strengthening the body and improving health."

"The path I walk is still, in essence, medical cultivation. A martial artist's methods are merely something I practice on the side."

"If you trust me, you can tell me the secret Strength Training medicine formula. I can take a look and see whether I can make it, then give you an answer!"

Yan Ruyu said in an even tone.

"Naturally, I trust Doctor Yan!"

Jiang Wangzu directly took out the Black Tiger Powder secret medicine formula he had written in advance and handed it to Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu took the Black Tiger Powder secret medicine formula and was astonished by Jiang Wangzu's handsome fountain-pen calligraphy. Very quickly, she was drawn in by the contents of the secret medicine formula.

"Ginseng, tiger bone, atractylodes, codonopsis, angelica, goji berries..."

"Wonderful. This prescription is bold, innovative, and also perfect. I can't see any flaws in it."

"But this Black Tiger Powder secret medicine is also a fierce tiger-and-wolf medicine. Not to mention ordinary people taking it—even Strength Training martial artists would need to be extremely cautious."

"I just probed your body. Your blood and qi are abundant, firm yang to the utmost, and your foundation is very solid."

"Especially, mm... your kidneys. They're powerful beyond ordinary people."

"You can indeed take this powerful and perfect tiger-and-wolf medicine."

Yan Ruyu looked at the Black Tiger Powder secret medicine formula, pondering it in her mind as she spoke to Jiang Wangzu.

"Why aren't they done up front yet?"

"Doctor, can you look at me first? I feel like I'm about to see my great-grandmother!"

"..."

The patients lined up behind Jiang Wangzu whispered among themselves one after another.

"The brewing of a secret Strength Training medicine is extremely complicated. Even if I gathered the medicinal ingredients for you, you might not be able to brew it successfully."

"So every evening, go to the rear courtyard of Benevolent World Hall. I'll personally brew the secret Strength Training medicine for you."

"During the brewing process, in order to avoid wasting the medicinal power."

"You'd best inhale the evaporated medicinal liquid while practicing martial arts to digest the medicinal effects, striving to maximize them."

"Let me say this first: the medicinal ingredients required for your secret Strength Training medicine are extremely expensive."

"Even if I don't charge you for compounding the medicine, brewing the medicine, or the consultation, and I don't make money off the medicine you buy."

"You'd still have to pay me the cost price at the very least. One dose of Black Tiger Powder is eighty-nine silver dollars."

"Do you want to start with one dose and see the effect?"

The Little Medical Immortal, Yan Ruyu, said with complete seriousness.

She saw that Jiang Wangzu was not dressed very respectably. This Black Tiger Powder secret medicine, at eighty-nine silver dollars a dose, really was the cost price.

She would even be taking a slight loss.

If Jiang Wangzu could not afford it, she still had a backup plan, which was to simplify the secret Strength Training medicine and look for cheap substitutes, such as replacing tiger bone with ox bone, and century-old wild ginseng with artificially cultivated cultivated ginseng.

In that case, the effect of the secret Strength Training medicine would definitely be greatly reduced, but its advantage was that it would be cheap.

If Jiang Wangzu needed it, she could compress the cost to within one silver dollar.

These were the methods of a fifth-realm medical cultivator like her!

With a prescription, life and death were decided; with a single word, yin and yang were judged!

One prescription worth a thousand gold, extending life by ten years!

At her level, modifying a prescription—even a secret medicine formula—was nothing more than a matter of stretching out her hand!