At noon, Xinglin Caotang hosted a banquet at the Donghai Grand Hotel to thank the guests. After the meal, Long Xiao escorted each guest out, also checking their health.
Prescriptions were written for the sick, and those who could be treated on-site received acupuncture and massage therapy.
When Long Xiao saw Zheng Dongyang out, he immediately used his vital energy to perform acupuncture, clearing his stagnant meridians and enabling him to stand up on the spot.
Zheng Dongyang, after taking a few steps, looked at Long Xiao in amazement. "That's great, Divine Doctor Long, I can really stand up, I can really stand up."
Zheng Yueling, seeing her grandfather stand up, was also very excited and said happily, "Divine Doctor Long, I didn't expect your martial arts to be so high, and your medical skills to be so divine."
Long Xiao smiled and said, "It's alright, my medical skills can only treat ordinary illnesses."
Looking at the humble Long Xiao, Zheng Dongyang said, "Yueling, go to Xinglin Caotang more often when you have time, and learn more from Divine Doctor Long."
Zheng Yueling nodded, her face slightly flushed, "I'll listen to Grandpa."
Zheng Yueling had practiced martial arts since she was young and admired strong individuals. Long Xiao's martial arts display in the small park that day had opened her eyes, and today his medical skills had amazed her. Long Xiao's image was now firmly etched in her mind.
After seeing off all the guests, Luan Jiping was the last to come out. She didn't leave and returned to Xinglin Caotang with Long Xiao and the others.
Since the re-opening of Xinglin Caotang, many patients from the vicinity had come. Mi Tianfu remained the chief physician, Mingyue assisted, Xue Meiqin and Luan Jiping were responsible for maintaining order, and Long Xiao was in charge of dispensing medicine.
As Long Xiao's 'Xinglong Guan Qi' ability grew, he could now basically determine a patient's illness with just a glance.
Whether Mi Tianfu and Mingyue's diagnoses and prescriptions were correct was not important; Long Xiao, standing by, could determine what medicine the patient should take.
Occasionally, for complex cases, Long Xiao would step forward to support the patient, helping them to sit or stand, and using internal observation through contact to verify his diagnosis.
After seeing over five hundred patients in one afternoon, as dusk approached, there were still long queues outside. Long Xiao had no choice but to announce the end of consultations for the day and issue numbers, asking people to return tomorrow.
In just one afternoon, Divine Doctor Mi's reputation had spread. Not only people nearby knew, but through the internet, almost all of Donghai was abuzz about Divine Doctor Mi re-opening Xinglin Caotang.
After closing, Mi Tianfu rubbed his sore back and said, "I'm almost dead tired. I didn't expect so many patients today."
Mingyue was very excited. It had been a long time since she had seen so many patients. This was a sign of getting rich.
"Master, with so many patients, if we charge ten yuan for a registration fee each, we could earn several thousand a day. Plus the income from selling medicine, we could make tens of thousands daily."
Long Xiao looked at Mingyue and shook his head. "We can't charge like that. From now on, we won't charge a registration fee. Why register if we're treating illnesses? We'll only charge consultation fees, divided into several tiers based on the severity of the illness."
"How will we charge?" Mi Tianfu asked curiously.
Long Xiao pondered for a moment and said, "We'll charge in three tiers: one hundred, five hundred, and one hundred thousand."
Mi Tianfu was astonished. "Why charge like that? Are you crazy?"
Long Xiao chuckled. "For the poor with ordinary illnesses, one hundred yuan will cover the treatment. For special cases, five hundred yuan. For the wealthy, it starts at one hundred thousand, with no upper limit."
Mi Tianfu looked thoughtfully at Long Xiao and said, "Are you trying to rob the rich to help the poor?"
Long Xiao shook his head. "I'm not a hero, what do you mean rob the rich to help the poor? I'm just pricing reasonably based on different economic situations."
Luan Jiping listened to their conversation and helplessly shook her head. In her eyes, Long Xiao was just a younger brother who hadn't grown up.
For three consecutive days, Xinglin Caotang was packed, with long queues forming in the alley early each day. Brother Hu and Hei Gou from the west town, along with their subordinates, came every day to help maintain order.
Lin Xuan, busy with the Lin Group's affairs, hadn't paid attention to Long Xiao. She knew that someone had reopened Xinglin Caotang in Donghai, but she never imagined it was Long Xiao.
Nangong Yue spent her days getting facials, beauty treatments, and playing mahjong. Lin Shijie, besides going to work, tinkered with antiques. None of them paid attention to what Long Xiao was doing.
Only the nanny, Aunt Ling, discovered that Long Xiao was actually working at Xinglin Caotang while doing her chores and browsing videos.
One evening, as Long Xiao just returned home, and before others had arrived, Aunt Ling knelt down with a thud. "Long Xiao, please save my son."
Long Xiao was confused by Aunt Ling's actions and quickly stepped forward to help her up. "Aunt Ling, let's talk calmly, please don't do this."
Aunt Ling tried to kneel again, but Long Xiao gently pressed her onto the sofa. "Aunt Ling, tell me what happened."
"Long Xiao, you're working at Xinglin Caotang, right?"
Long Xiao nodded without speaking. Aunt Ling asked again, "You're very familiar with Divine Doctor Mi, aren't you?"
Long Xiao nodded again. "Aunt Ling, is there a patient in your family?"
Aunt Ling told Long Xiao that her son used to be a bare-knuckle boxer. Last year, her son's cervical spine was broken, leaving him paralyzed from the neck up. She had spent all her family's money and even sold her house, but she couldn't cure him.
High-level paralysis was very difficult to treat, especially when caused by severe injury. Modern medicine could not cure it.
Long Xiao had never treated high-level paralysis before. He thought for a moment and said, "Aunt Ling, let me try. Perhaps I can cure him."
"Not you, I want you to ask Divine Doctor Mi to treat my son," Aunt Ling said.
Long Xiao shook his head. "Aunt Ling, Mi Tianfu cannot treat this illness. Let me do it."
Aunt Ling didn't believe Long Xiao. She told him that she had watched the videos and it was all Mi Tianfu treating patients. Moreover, Mi Tianfu treated illnesses very quickly, curing some patients with just a glance.
Long Xiao chuckled. "Aunt Ling, actually, Mi Tianfu is just a puppet sitting there. I've been the one treating patients all along. Mingyue next to him is my disciple. After a few more years of training, she'll be capable, and then we won't need Mi Tianfu sitting there anymore."
"You can really cure illnesses?"
Long Xiao smiled. "Of course, I can. Tell me your address, and I'll find time to come over and take a look."
Aunt Ling, half-believing, wrote down her address. Long Xiao took it, and she returned to the kitchen to cook.
Aunt Ling's home was in a shantytown in the west of the city, difficult to find. Long Xiao took over an hour to locate it.
He pushed the door open and was hit by a foul odor. The room was dark and damp. A gaunt young man lay on the bed. There was no one else in the room.
Hearing the door open, the young man tilted his head and asked, "Xiao Huan, you're back?"
Long Xiao walked to the bedside. Seeing Long Xiao, the young man asked in surprise, "Who are you? What are you doing at my place?"
Long Xiao smiled. "Hello, you must be Zhang Eryong. My name is Long Xiao, and Aunt Ling sent me to treat you."
Hearing the name Long Xiao, a smile spread across Zhang Eryong's face. "Hello, Young Master Long. My mother told me about you, saying you are a rare good person."