The Marquis of Quni

"I have a sprain or bruise; I need treatment for my sprain or bruise!"

Chen Zhang was loitering around the vicinity of the Ji'an Pharmacy in the West Market, searching for someone.

Zhang Xuezhou arrived right after him, and once the sign was up, he also began to shout out his wares.

"Miracle doctor, I'm sick!"

Upon hearing the shouts, Manager Chen immediately turned around and strode over from dozens of meters away.

"That's strange, Doctor, I saw someone who looks a lot like you today!"

The celestial robes transformed into the attire of a pharmacist, and with his posture straightened, Zhang Xuezhou indeed looked much more serious.

This made Chen Zhang look at them for a few seconds, and he felt that the people he had met today looked somewhat similar.

"Young master, your face looks pale and lifeless," Zhang Xuezhou said. "Your hand is injured, yet your Qi and Blood is surging so much. I'm afraid your wound has reopened after only a little healing!"

"A miracle doctor!" Chen Zhang exclaimed, "You even know I've had a stroke of good luck with a woman! Let me tell you, I bumped into a beautiful young lady today. Just thinking about her makes my heart pound. Look at the blood gushing from my hands, it just won't stop!"

"This bleeding is expensive!" Zhang Xuezhou sighed. "You have strong Qi and Blood, so you can bleed for two or three days without any problems. But someone with a weaker constitution like you would be bedridden by now!"

"I'm in great health, I won't die anytime soon," Master Chen said. "Some people say your healing methods are reliable, can you cure this illness for me?"

"Yes!" Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

"Then heal me!"

Chen Zhang stretched out his arm and carefully untied the wrapped cloth strip.

A bluish ointment mixed with foul blood immediately came into view.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but be amazed at how ruthless Wei Shao'er was; except for the major artery, she went deep where it needed to be, almost touching the hand bone.

Without powerful Technique Method treatment, it would take at least two to three months for Chen Zhang's injuries to fully heal.

However, the severity of the injury has its advantages; Zhang Xuezhou can perform more spells, and his fees will inevitably increase.

Moreover, Chen Zhang was not from a poor family, so Zhang Xuezhou felt perfectly justified in charging him.

"You have to pay," Zhang Xuezhou said. "I won't get treatment if I don't have money!"

How much do you want?

How much are you giving?

Having experienced being criticized by Master Zhao for charging too little in Shu County, Zhang Xuezhou refrained from speaking rashly this time, wanting to see how much these young masters like Manager Chen could earn.

This also makes it easier for Zhang Xuezhou to determine how much money the other three suckers are willing to pay.

"I'll pay this amount as long as you can cure me," Chen Zhang said, holding up one finger.

"How much is this?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully. "Just tell me!"

"Ten taels of silver," said Manager Chen.

The exchange of gold, silver, and Banliang coins during the Han Dynasty was always chaotic.

Gold ingots were rare and only appeared in large transactions. The official standard was that one tael of gold was equal to three taels of silver, which was also equal to one string (one thousand and a half taels of silver).

However, in actual circulation, the exchange of gold, silver, and half-ounce coins was not based on the guidance price.

Gold was rarely circulated, and exchanging it for half a tael of silver was almost irrelevant to ordinary people, which made the price of gold relatively stable.

However, silver and half-ounce coins circulated widely among both the rich and the common people, which also caused some fluctuations in their exchange rates.

At its peak, the price of silver was almost equal to that of gold, which was one string of cash, while at its lowest it was between three and four hundred and a half taels of silver.

It's rare to encounter a market downturn; the market price for Chen Zhang's ten taels of silver was around six to seven strings of cash.

"Make a deal!"

After carefully considering the exchange rate, Zhang Xuezhou quickly agreed.

It was a rare opportunity to encounter a benefactor like Chen Zhang who was so oblivious to the danger and offered him money. With Wei Shao'er not nearby, Zhang Xuezhou decided to act quickly.

"Pay up," Zhang Xuezhou, holding out his hand.

"Can I buy on credit?" Chen Zhang asked timidly. "I lost all my money and valuables today in a bet with someone who looks a lot like you!"

"I'm truly sorry, but I'll have to pay on credit for treating your injuries," Zhang Xuezhou said, spreading his hands. "I'm a magic practitioner; if I use Technique Method to heal your injuries, I won't have the Law Power to heal others. What if I encounter other people who come seeking medical treatment with money? Wouldn't I be at a huge disadvantage!"

"You can even pay on credit for medical treatment!"

Chen Zhang looked disappointed.

But what Zhang Xuezhou said was true. If other people brought money for treatment, but the other party couldn't provide the skills, it would delay doing business.

He could only look around to see if anyone else was coming to Zhang Xuezhou's stall.

"Why don't you take the carriage home earlier to get the money?" Zhang Xuezhou suggested.

"I... I spent too much this month, and I've already spent all my mortgage payments. I'll have to wait until next month to raise the money," Chen Zhang said dejectedly.

"You can borrow money from others," Zhang Xuezhou said. "You can pay back the money later, but the pain of injury is still pain, and that feeling can't be erased!"

"Could you lend me ten taels of silver?"

There was a reason why Wei Shao'er chose to target Chen Zhang; Zhang Xuezhou was speechless at the other's intelligence.

After going around in circles, the other party finally came to Zhang Xuezhou.

Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't do such a thing.

He had experienced a lot, and he only believed in the immediate benefits, not in anything about credit or the future.

If he did that, his business would be ruined.

"Sorry, I have no money!"

"I don't have any money? Then I'll borrow from someone else!"

Chen sighed for a while, but in the end, he had no choice but to wrap the white cloth back up.

But his expression remained mostly excited, and it did not diminish despite the failure to cure his illness.

Seeing Chen Zhang leave excitedly, Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to shout again, hoping to attract three more rich guys.

His casual chat with Chen Zhang wasn't entirely a waste of time; at least Zhang Xuezhou figured out how much to charge someone of Chen Zhang's status for this kind of injury.

Zhang Xuezhou called out for a while, but seeing that it was getting dark and many people around him were packing up their stalls, he had no choice but to pack up his wooden boards, which he used to treat sprains and bruises, and close up shop as well.

"Brother, this is the inn where the miracle doctor resides!"

When Zhang Xuezhou returned to the inn in the dark, he saw two carriages parked outside and heard Chen Zhang's slightly excited voice.

"If the miracle doctor you mentioned can heal our hand injuries, then I'll pay the ten taels of silver for you!"

The other voice was more composed.

"Look, that miracle doctor is back! Luckily we didn't take a carriage to the West Market!"

As Zhang Xuezhou tidied his clothes and entered the guesthouse, he heard Chen Zhang, extremely excited, point at Zhang Xuezhou.

"Brother, you don't know, the guy I bet with today looks a lot like the miracle doctor," Chen Zhang said. "If they stood together, I think they'd look no different from us brothers!"

Chen Zhang was in his early twenties, while the other man had a mature face and looked more than ten years older than Chen Zhang.

When Zhang Xuezhou used the Person-Fixing Technique to test Chen Zhang, he also saw this face.

"So it's his brother! I thought it was his father!"

The images obtained through the Person-Fixing Technique" still need to be interpreted; otherwise, misattribution will occur.

As he cautiously kept his eyes open, he also glanced at Chen Zhang's brother.

"How dare you! You don't even kneel before Marquis Qu!"

Apart from the innkeeper and waiter hiding in a corner, there was no one else in the inn besides Chen Zhang and his group.

Hearing the servants' shrill shouts, Zhang Xuezhou finally understood why the inn was empty.

"Excuse me, you've entered the wrong inn!"

Before the other party could even strike, Zhang Xuezhou turned and left.

"Hey... wait, miracle doctor, wait a minute!"

Marquis Qu Ni sat upright in the main hall.

As a marquis, he was always treated by physicians who came to his home to provide medical care, and they were always very careful about it.

If it weren't for Chen Zhang's insistence, he wouldn't have bothered to see this kind of quack doctor.

The servants' use of the disciplinary rod was naturally at his behest.

But the stern warning blow landed on nothing.

Seeing that the other party had retracted one foot that had stepped into the door and turned to leave, Qu Nihou couldn't very well send someone outside the guesthouse to grab the other party and beat him up, so he had no choice but to quickly get up.

His body soared into the air like a wild goose. Zhang Xuezhou turned around and took two steps forward before discovering that Qu Nihou was already standing a few steps in front of him.