I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Complaints and reports should at least force them to suspend operations for rectification!"

It's enough to just fool the people.

To fool the powerful and influential?

After suffering in vain, Mr. Li returned to his bedroom and flew into a rage.

"Calm down."

Mr. Jiang offered words of comfort.

Li Shurui stared at him coldly, her gaze like a freezing ray, chilling him to the bone.
"It's playing tricks on you, Your Majesty."

"puff."

Mr. Jiang, who had briefly possessed the Imperial Seal of the State, was amused.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Alright, I've already thrown the medicine away. They definitely didn't do it on purpose. It just means... their skill level is lacking," Jiang Chen said objectively.

"How could someone with such poor skills build such a large business? Isn't that just swindling?"

"Don't be so harsh. Neither traditional Chinese medicine nor Western medicine can guarantee a cure. In medicine, we should judge by intention, not by appearance. Their starting point must be good. They only prescribed this prescription to me because they thought it would work. Maybe they themselves don't even know that the prescription is useless."

Mr. Jiang is broad-minded and insightful.

"How did Liuli know?"

Boss Jiang's smile widened. "It's her. How many extraordinary people like her are there in the whole world? If we compare her to others, all the pharmacies in the market would probably have to close down."

Li Shurui didn't continue to argue, but suddenly kicked his trouser leg, "Go."

"Where?"

"Go find Liuli."

"Why would I look for her?" Jiang Chen asked instinctively, still not quite understanding.

What do you think?

Their eyes met, and this time Boss Jiang's reaction was a little slow; he still didn't understand. "—Huh?"

Li Shurui composed herself, her red lips pursed, and she softly offered a hint, "Since she knows which prescriptions are ineffective, doesn't that mean..."

Ding!
A sudden inspiration struck Mr. Jiang, like a revelation.

Yes.

Just like an exam.

If someone says definitively that your answer is wrong, what does that mean?
That means she definitely knows the correct answer!
Parents are Buddhas in the world; why travel thousands of miles to worship at the sacred mountain?

With such a holy maiden of the Hundred Herbs Sect by my side, why would I need to seek medical treatment everywhere?

"Why don't you go and ask her?"

Instead of feeling pleasantly surprised, Mr. Jiang, who had "enlightened himself," was filled with complex emotions.

He is still young.

They weren't so eager for the life task of carrying on the family line.

The child in Fujiwara Reiki's belly was an accident.

"You're all women, so it's easy to communicate with you."

"You fed me fake medicine, shouldn't you be held responsible?"

You're not the only one who's eaten it.

The other party was clearly using this as an excuse, and Mr. Jiang, who was indeed in the wrong, could not refuse. He could only reluctantly say, "...Then I'll go ask."

"Go quickly."

Li Shurui pushed him out the door, and then the door slammed shut.

Standing in the corridor, Boss Jiang didn't rush to seek advice from the Taoist nun. Instead, he strolled to the stairwell, took out his phone, dialed Goddess Pei's number, and looked around furtively.

"Don't take the medicine."

As soon as the call connected, he lowered his voice, as if he were a spy making a rendezvous.

"why?"

"That medicine is ineffective; drinking it is a waste of time."

"how do you know."

It's a long story, but I'll keep it short. Boss Jiang said succinctly, "That's what Liuli said. You can judge her level yourself."

"Throw it away."

After giving a final word of advice, Boss Jiang hung up the phone, put it away, and then raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Brother, are you and Sister Shurui really trying to conceive?"

Boss Jiang suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the kid had appeared out of nowhere, sweating profusely and with wet hair.

"Have you done your homework?"

"I asked sternly," Boss Jiang asked.

"No. I just finished working out."

It turns out they came from the gym.

I don't know if it was for exercise or to vent.

"What about my sister?!"

The Martial Saint asked with pleading eyes, his tone mournful and pitiful, which almost made someone burst out laughing.

How does he know what to do?
Can't you see he's having a headache?

"Go study."

He kicked the kid in the butt, and at the same time, gave him a stern warning: "Don't you dare talk nonsense with your sister."

Why can't I say?

Boss Jiang glared fiercely.

"Oh."

The Martial Saint wiped his sweat and turned away dejectedly. "Huff—"

After the Martial Saint left, the man slowly exhaled, and then walked with steady steps to the door of the Taoist nun's room.

Even a Taoist nun doesn't spend all her time watching dramas on the first floor.

"Tap, tap, tap—creak."

The door opened.

Her appearance remained unchanged, still so pure and holy, but Boss Jiang's eyes couldn't help but change.

It's a bit like Nobita watching Doraemon.

"I have something to ask you."

Boss Jiang entered uninvited and squeezed into the room.

Duanmu Liuli silently closed the door.

Jiang Chen subconsciously glanced around and realized that the Daoist nun must have been reading a book.

There was a book lying open on the table, but it was too far away to see what it was.

The atmosphere was very quiet.

Only the familiar fragrance continuously soothes the nerves.

"Do you... know a recipe for getting pregnant?"

Mr. Jiang forced himself to speak.

"good luck?"

The nun asked in return, her expression unchanged.

"Good news. Pregnancy for a pregnant woman."

Mr. Jiang explained, then quickly added, "It's okay if you don't know..."

"Have."

Straight to the point.

Open and sincere.

Mr. Jiang's lips trembled, and for a moment he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Really?"

He kept glancing at the Taoist nun, saying, "If it's not true, it's not true. Don't feel guilty. I was just asking..."

What are you saying in all that chatter?

Is it really necessary to be so formal?

"Medicinal herbs are hard to find."

Duanmu Liuli remains concise and to the point.

really.

A doctor doesn't knock on doors.

If you don't take the initiative to come to us, the doctor certainly won't take the initiative to come to you.

Boss Jiang fell silent, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Write down the prescription for me."

He said in a muffled voice.

Very strange.

Shouldn't we be jumping up and down in excitement?

"For whom?"

Duanmu Liuli once again made a surprising statement.

These four simple words contain endless meaning!
Jiang Chen's pupils contracted. "...What...does that mean?"

"Each person needs a different approach. Individuals are different and require specific treatments."

Jiang Chen understood, but there were also some parts he didn't understand.

I almost forgot that traditional Chinese medicine is profound and complex. Unlike Western medicine doctors who can use templates to treat patients, traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions are very precise, with not a single gram more or less.

Treating the symptoms is the right approach.

but.

[For whom?]

—What exactly does she mean?
Mr. Jiang was puzzled, but dared not expose it. Perhaps this was the high-level social interaction among adults.

"For Shurui."

He answered with a blank expression.

Duanmu Liuli nodded, then turned around, walked to the table, found paper and pen, and began to write. After a while, she came back.

"for you."

Mr. Jiang's lips twitched as he looked at the flimsy A4 paper, feeling a mix of emotions.

How many couples today suffer from infertility?

If this were in the real world, it would be comparable to an imperial-level elixir formula from a novel.

Oh.

correct.

This is "for one person only," like Thor's hammer or Sun Wukong's golden cudgel; no one else can use it.

Mr. Jiang slowly reached out and took it, while the other person thoughtfully reminded him once again.

"It can only be used by Li Shurui."

Mr. Jiang's face trembled slightly.

"...Okay." (End of Chapter)