Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

The main hall of Huichuntang was filled with smoke.

The suffocating sandalwood scent was so strong it felt like it could blow one's skull open. The surrounding walls were covered with banners that read "Miraculous Healing Hands" and "Hua Tuo in the World," and in the very center stood an unidentified statue of a deity, with three thick incense sticks stuck in the incense burner in front of it.

Lu Jingyan lowered the brim of his hat, sat on a mahogany chair, and coldly observed the absurd farce unfolding before him.

In front of him, a wealthy woman adorned with jewels was closing her eyes and extending her hand to the young man behind the desk with an expression of enjoyment.

That's Lin Fan.

This legendary "successor of Guiguzi" wore an ill-fitting silk robe and casually tied his hair up with a wooden hairpin, deliberately creating an unkempt "master" demeanor.

At this moment, he was placing two fingers on the rich woman's wrist, but this was just the beginning.

Within seconds, his fingers began to wander up his wrist, pinching all the way to the rich woman's forearm, and even rubbing her sensitive acupoints in an intimate way.

"Madam, you're quite frail."

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, his voice deep and magnetic, carrying a seductive quality unique to charlatans, "An imbalance of Yin and Yang, excessive internal heat. If not addressed in time, it may lead to premature aging, or even..."

He paused deliberately, then lightly scratched the rich woman's palm with his fingertips.

"It may even affect marital harmony."

The wealthy woman felt a tingling sensation on one side of her body from the scratch, her face turning as red as a tomato. She nodded repeatedly, "The miracle doctor is absolutely right! I've been feeling weak all over lately, and my husband doesn't like coming home... Please, miracle doctor, save me!"

"Of course we can save him."

Lin Fan withdrew his hand, adopting a compassionate expression. "However, your illness has penetrated to the bone, and ordinary medicines are ineffective. I need to perform a private 'bone-touching detoxification' procedure for you in a quiet room, supplemented by my unique method of infusing true qi, in order to eradicate it completely."

"Bone palpation? Internal energy?"

The wealthy woman's eyes lit up. Far from feeling offended, she excitedly pulled a gold card from her bag. "No problem! Any price is fine! As long as you can cure me, you can touch... oh no, treat me as much as you want, miracle doctor!"

Lu Jingyan, who was listening from behind, felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

What a wonderful bone-touching detoxification technique!

This isn't a medical consultation; it's blatant harassment in public, with the victim expected to pay money and say thank you.

"Next!"

The young apprentice's shrill voice interrupted the sordid transaction. The wealthy woman was reluctantly led to the "quiet room" in the back hall, where it was Lu Jingyan's turn.

Lu Jingyan stood up, straightened his collar, walked over, and sat down opposite Lin Fan with an air of authority.

Lin Fan was rinsing his mouth with his teacup, not even lifting his eyelids, and casually asked, "What are you praying for? Wealth? Romance? Or a health problem?"

"I need proof."

Lu Jingyan's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear.

Lin Fan paused, put down his teacup, and finally looked directly at the man wearing a baseball cap.

"Verification? What kind of verification?"

He frowned slightly, his tone tinged with displeasure, "I only treat difficult cases here, I don't issue certificates. If you want to take the civil service exam or the postgraduate entrance exam, turn left and go to the Wenchang Temple to burn incense."

"No, only you have this certificate."

Lu Jingyan slowly raised his head and took off his baseball cap.

A sharply defined, cold, and imposing face was revealed. Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were sharp as knives, piercing straight into Lin Fan's gaze.

Instead of making humble requests like other believers, he took out the small black book from his pocket, opened it, and showed it to Lin Fan.

The silver police badge, in the dim candlelight, reflected a cold light that pierced through illusion.

"I am Lu Jingyan from the Special Investigation Team of the Jinghai City Public Security Bureau."

Lu Jingyan looked at Lin Fan's face, which froze instantly, and a professional, cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Lin Fan, is that right? I'm now conducting a routine check on you in accordance with the law."

He extended three fingers and tapped the valuable rosewood table, producing a crisp "tap tap tap" sound.

"First, a medical practitioner's license."

"Second, medical institution practice license."

Third, business license.

"Please take it out and let me see. If you don't have it, then your Huichuntang will probably have to close down today."

The air in the lobby seemed to freeze instantly.

The believers queuing around them stared wide-eyed, looking at the righteous Lu Jingyan and then at the gloomy-faced Doctor Lin. For a moment, they were completely bewildered by what had happened.

police?

Why are the police arresting this so-called miracle doctor? Isn't this like a flood washing away the Dragon King's temple?

Lin Fan stared intently at the police ID, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

Since leaving the mountain, he has made a name for himself in Jinghai with his mediocre medical skills and a few ancient books he stole from his master. When high-ranking officials and nobles meet him, they all respectfully address him as "Master Lin."

Now, a junior policeman actually dares to ask him for his identification?

"Oh……"

Lin Fan laughed in anger.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly. His Taoist robe fluttered without wind, which somehow made him exude an air of "ethereal immortality".

"Identification documents?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, chin held high, looking down at Lu Jingyan with disdain and contempt for worldly rules.

"Ignorant brat! How dare you humiliate me with such vulgar scraps of paper?"

"I am the thirty-sixth generation successor of Guigu! My medical skills have been passed down for a thousand years; they can defy fate and bring the dead back to life! My medical skills are certified by heaven and earth; they are a gift from our ancestors!"

Lin Fan's voice grew louder and louder, full of inflammatory rhetoric, as he tried to overwhelm Lu Jingyan with his imposing manner.

"Did Hua Tuo need a license to practice medicine in ancient times? Did Bian Que need a permit to save lives? You ordinary people are bound by rules and regulations, and you don't understand the true essence of traditional Chinese medicine at all!"

"I've saved countless lives; that's the best proof of my abilities! You, a mere police officer, dare to question me?"

Although these words were logically compelling, they were a wake-up call to those who had already been brainwashed.

"Exactly! A miracle doctor is a living god; how can we judge him by ordinary standards?"

"The police can't just arrest people randomly! The miracle doctor cured my migraines, that's proof!"

"Young man, don't be so arrogant. You've offended a miracle doctor; be careful of retribution!"

The surrounding aunties and grandmas started pointing and whispering, and some even tried to shove Lu Jingyan.

Despite the crowd's agitation, Lu Jingyan's expression remained completely unchanged.

He simply watched Lin Fan perform quietly, as if watching a monkey jumping around in a cage.

"Are you done talking?"

Once Lin Fan had caught his breath, Lu Jingyan slowly spoke.

"A disciple of Guiguzi, right? Hua Tuo and Bian Que, right?"

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and his tone suddenly turned cold.

"Hua Tuo didn't have a medical certificate because there was no health bureau in the Han Dynasty. But this is 2025, a society governed by the rule of law."

"Here, whether you are a disciple of Guiguzi or an incarnation of Laozi, if you want to treat the living, you need a 'Medical Practitioner's Certificate'. If you want to open a shop and make money, you need a 'Business License'."

As Lu Jingyan took a step closer, the imposing aura he had accumulated from long-term frontline law enforcement instantly dispelled the false "ethereal aura" emanating from Lin Fan.

"Practicing medicine without a license is illegal. Operating a business without a permit is illegal."

"As for what you called 'defying fate'..."

Lu Jingyan sneered, took out the test report about Shen Youchu from his pocket, and slammed it hard on the table.

"Using hormones and heavy metals to induce drug poisoning and produce a false pregnancy reaction, and you call that defying fate? Lin Fan, this isn't traditional Chinese medicine; you're smearing it! You're murdering people for money!"

Lin Fan's expression finally changed when he saw the test results.

He didn't expect that the policeman had come prepared and had directly targeted his Achilles' heel.

"You...you're slandering me!" he roared, his voice trembling with fear. "That's the medicine's effect! It's a detoxification reaction! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

"I don't understand?"

Lu Jingyan was too lazy to waste any more words with him.

He raised his hand and calmly gave instructions into the walkie-talkie on his collar.

"action."

"boom--!"

The two heavy vermilion doors of Huichun Hall were violently pushed open from the outside.

Sunlight streamed in instantly, dispelling the smoke and gloom that filled the room.

"Don't move! Health Supervision Bureau!"

"The drug regulatory authority is enforcing the law! Everyone, stand still!"

A group of uniformed law enforcement officers appeared like divine intervention, quickly bringing the scene under control. The once arrogant young apprentices instantly fled in terror, pinned against the wall and trembling.

Lu Jingyan looked at Lin Fan, who was pale-faced and retreating step by step, and took out the cold handcuffs from his waist.

"Dr. Lin, since you can't produce any credentials..."

He shook the "silver bracelet" in his hand, which produced a crisp and pleasant metallic clanging sound.

"Then I'll have to ask you to come back with me and explain properly what exactly your 'Guigu Medical Techniques' are."

"Seize it!"