Mad Doctor No. 9

Donghai International Airport.

Wang Tian walked out of the passageway carrying a simple suitcase.

The Penglai Immortal Island has been submerged in the sea for three months.

For the past three months, he has been recuperating at Longhu Mountain, and his health has improved by about 70-80%.

Although his martial arts skills were crippled, his medical skills were preserved.

Moreover, he discovered several acupuncture and elixir formulas that had been lost by the Longmen Society in ancient books from Longhu Mountain.

This set of exercises does not require internal energy; only techniques and medicinal effects are needed.

"Brother Tian!" Guo Zizao, who was waiting at the arrival gate, immediately turned red-eyed when he saw Wang Tian.

Wang Tian patted him on the shoulder, "How's things at home?"

"That's fine! Uncle and Aunt have been sent to the capital, and Elder Xu has arranged for them to go to the best hospital. Xiaoyu and Longlong are both studying in the capital, so they are safe." Guo Zi said, picking up Wang Tian's suitcase. "However, the people from the Dark Palace... have been making moves recently."

Guo Zi sat in the car and gave a detailed report.

"The battle at Penglai Immortal Island severely damaged the Dark Palace, but it wasn't crippled. They have over a dozen branches around the world, and recently they've even extended their reach into the pharmaceutical field. Three months ago, a foreign company called 'Chang Sheng Pharmaceutical' emerged, specializing in the production of anti-tumor drugs, and it had the Dark Palace backing it up."

"Chang Sheng Pharmaceuticals?" Wang Tian frowned. "Has something gone wrong?"

Guo Zi handed him a document. "This is a report Xiao Hao obtained from within the police station. Changsheng Pharmaceutical's anti-tumor drug contains an ingredient that hasn't been disclosed. Long-term use can cause liver and kidney failure. However, they've done a great job, hiring celebrities to endorse it and securing a 30% market share in the national anti-cancer drug market."

Wang Tian flipped through the report in his hand, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Using fake medicine to harm others is more vicious than murder.

"What is Mr. Xu thinking?"

"Old Xu has already reported this matter, but Changsheng Pharmaceutical has a powerful background, with international conglomerates and experts supporting them. It's very difficult to take them down through legitimate channels." Guo Zi smiled bitterly. "Besides, they're exploiting legal loopholes; all the procedures are complete. We can only look for loopholes in their efficacy."

Wang Tian suddenly realized.

The Dark Temple has changed its fighting style, shifting from underground to the surface and adopting a commercial approach.

"Brother Tian, ​​your injury hasn't healed yet. Do you want to rest for a while?" Guo Zi asked.

Wang Tian looked out the window. "The Dark Palace is harming people, so naturally I have to intervene. Guo Zi, you have two things to do for me. First, go to Donghai and open a large clinic. Second, register a new pharmaceutical company called Huichuntang!"

"I know how to run a clinic, but we really don't have much experience running a pharmaceutical company."

Wang Tian's gaze was firm as he said, "The Dark Palace harms people with fake medicine, so we will save people with real medicine. There is no doubt about that. In the ancient scrolls of the Dragon Gate Society, there are several ancient prescriptions that are indeed remarkably effective against cancer. Although they cannot cure it, they can slow down the progression of the disease and alleviate the pain. I want to mass-produce them so that more patients can afford them."

Guo Zi was also moved by Wang Tian's persistence: "Okay! I'll arrange it right away!"

Three days later, the headquarters of "Huichuntang" opened in the southern district of Donghai City.

This is a traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy covering an area of ​​3,000 square meters, with a total of five floors: the outpatient clinic, inpatient department, and pharmacy are on the first floor, the decoction of medicine is on the second floor, the office area is on the third floor, the inpatient department is on the fourth floor, and Wang Tian's residence and research room are on the fifth floor.

The plaque was personally inscribed by Mr. Xu, and Xiao Hao also sent a flower basket.

On its first day of operation, many people came from far and wide, but very few actually came for medical treatment.

After all, although Wang Tian was famous in Tiancheng, he was still a stranger to Donghai.

Wang Tian wasn't in a hurry. He saw patients every day and took every difficult case seriously.

It must be said that his medical skills are quite remarkable, especially his acupuncture, which is effective in just a few sessions.

As word of mouth spread, more and more people came to see the doctor.

In the afternoon, a special patient came to the clinic.

She was a 70-year-old woman sitting in a wheelchair.

The old woman was so thin she was skin and bones, her belly was swollen like a drum, and her face was sallow.

"Doctor, my mother has late-stage liver cancer. The hospital says there's no hope and they want us to go home..."

Wang Tian glanced at it and sighed inwardly.

It was already in the late stage; the cancer cells had spread far and wide, and Western medicine could do nothing about it.

Wang Tian took out an Ice Soul Needle and inserted it into several acupoints on the old lady's liver meridian.

The silver needle pierced three inches, and the old woman suddenly coughed, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

"Mom!" Her son exclaimed in surprise.

"It's nothing, just a blood stasis," Wang Tian said while administering acupuncture.

Thirty minutes later, Wang Tian removed the silver needles.

The old lady's bloating had subsided considerably, and her complexion had improved significantly.

"Doctor, my mother—"

"Late-stage liver cancer, there's no cure," Wang Tian said truthfully. "However, I have a prescription here that can slow the progression of the disease, relieve the pain, and allow you to live for another one to two years, which shouldn't be a problem."

"Really?!" Her son knelt down excitedly.

Wang Tian wrote out a prescription and said, "Among these medicinal herbs, there are several quite precious ones, which we have here, but they are quite expensive. A month's supply will cost about 30,000 yuan."

"Thirty thousand? That's too expensive!" The son was stunned.

He's an office worker, earning about eight thousand yuan a month.

Wang Tian glanced at his tattered clothes and said, "How about this, you can pay on credit for a month first. If it works, you can pay then. If it doesn't, you won't pay a penny."

"Thank you so much, doctor! Thank you so much, physician!" the son said repeatedly.

After seeing the patient off, Zhang Qingyun came out from the back room. She went to Donghai to help out at the clinic.

"Wang Tian, ​​we don't have much of the ambergris and blood fungus on this prescription in stock right now, and the cost is not low either. If we continue to extend credit like this, this clinic won't last more than a few days."

"I know," Wang Tian nodded. "So the pharmaceutical factory must be established as soon as possible to minimize costs. In addition, I need to improve the ancient formula and replace some precious medicinal materials with common ones."

He pulled out a small notebook, which was filled with his ideas for improving several ancient prescriptions:

"Take ambergris for example. You can substitute it with *Dioscorea nipponica* and *Eriocaulon buergerianum*, although the effect is slightly less, they are ten times cheaper. As for *Ganoderma lucidum*, just use *Ganoderma lucidum* spore powder and *Rhodiola rosea*..."

Zhang Qingyun looked at him with admiration: "Is this what you accomplished during those three months at Longhu Mountain?"

"Hmm." Wang Tian closed his notebook. "Treating illnesses can't be based solely on emotions; it must be based on reality. What I need to do is make good medicine affordable for ordinary people."