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This was ancient times, and no one knew if physicians had qualification certificates; what was black could be declared white, and what was white could be declared black.

"I charge for curing illness, you cure illness at the cost of lives."

As soon as the words were spoken, all eyes turned to look, filled with confusion.

Shen Chuwei walked in slowly under the gaze of the crowd, his posture languid, as if he had just woken up.

The physician saw Doctor Shen, and his anger flared, all because of Doctor Shen’s arrival, they had been scolded mercilessly by the Clan Leader. Was he, a fifty-year-old physician, not as good as a greenhorn?

"What do you mean by that?"

Shen Chuwei repeated himself, "I said your treatment costs lives."

The physician’s face turned green with anger, glancing at the bedridden Third Master, he snorted, "For ten thousand in reward, you gave the Third Master strong medicine, leading to depletion of his vitality. Do you really think you’re that capable?

I have practiced medicine for thirty years, treating the Third Master with utmost caution.

Not like you, giving him strong medicine for your own gain, intending to harm the Third Master. "

Shen Chuwei said faintly, "As a physician who can’t even recognize medicinal materials, you dare to boast about practicing medicine for thirty years?

If I had used strong medicine, the Third Master would have been full of vigor within the first three days, not after over ten days.

I do it for the reward, indeed; without the ten thousand, I wouldn’t have taken the task, so I cure illness for money. "

"What a boastful statement." The older physician stroked his graying beard, "Are you even fifteen years old? At your age, you probably can’t recognize all the herbs, can you? You really dare to use any medicine for ten thousand in reward."

Shen Chuwei found it a waste of breath to argue about her age. She countered, "Then you tell me, what are the effects of Spiritual Whiskers Grass? Why use Spiritual Whiskers Grass for the Third Master?"

Caught off guard, the physician cleared his throat, "Spiritual Whiskers Grass is a greatly nourishing herbal medicine, revitalizing the spirit and restoring the vital essence.

More importantly, there is a saying that Spiritual Whiskers Grass can revive the dead, and the Third Master, being frail, can use this medicine. "

"The talk of reviving the dead is nonsense. It’s true that Spiritual Whiskers Grass revitalizes the spirit and restores vital essence, but another effect of Spiritual Whiskers Grass is to replenish yang energy, ten times the potency of Deer Blood.

Usually, people cannot withstand such strong medicine, let alone those who are extremely feeble.

Giving the Third Master this medicine is like handing him a death sentence.

I accused you of curing illness at the cost of lives, haven’t I wronged you? "

Shen Chuwei spoke slowly, tossing a cryptic, shallow smile toward the physician.

After Shen Chuwei finished speaking, the room suddenly fell silent.

The physician’s face turned from green to white; he had not expected a youngster to know so much, leaving him with no way to face the situation.

Hearing Doctor Shen’s words, the Clan Leader asked in a cold voice, "Doctor, what is the meaning of this?"

Feeling guilty, the physician was petrified by the Clan Leader’s questioning, sweating profusely, "Clan Leader, don’t be deceived by a youngster.

I have practiced medicine for thirty years, how could I not know the medicinal effects of Spiritual Whiskers Grass?

He is just fabricating stories for the reward, attempting to harm the Third Master. "

The Clan Leader started to waver at these words. The physician had served in the Imperial City for ten years. In contrast, Doctor Shen was just a youngster—a difficult one to trust.

"Doctor Shen, do you have anything else to say?"

With his head bowed in respect, the physician felt a surge of joy— the Clan Leader still trusted him. With this, not only would Doctor Shen be punished, but he would also be driven out, thus achieving his own goal.

Shen Chuwei smiled faintly, calmly responding, "If that’s the case, then I invite this senior physician to consume a stalk of Spiritual Whiskers Grass himself. If nothing happens, I will voluntarily apologize and leave the Imperial City."

Just as the corners of the physician’s mouth began to rise, they fell upon hearing this sentence. His smile instantly disappeared as he angrily said, "I’m not ill, why should I consume Spiritual Whiskers Grass?"

Shen Chuwei spoke indifferently, "You said that Spiritual Whiskers Grass is a mild medicinal herb. At your advanced age, taking a little to replenish your vital essence and yang energy shouldn’t be a problem, unless you dare not."

Standing straight, the physician tried to maintain composure as he replied, "Who says I dare not? Spiritual Whiskers Grass is extremely precious. Only one stalk is carefully preserved in the Imperial City. If I use it, won’t the Third Master be without medicine?"

"Spiritual Whiskers Grass is precious, and coincidentally, I have a stalk here, so you needn’t worry about the Third Master having none.

" Shen Chuwei took out a not-so-large wooden box from her bosom, her eyes brimming with amusement as she looked at the physician.

She leisurely opened the box, took out the Spiritual Whiskers Grass inside, and showed it to him.

Seeing the Spiritual Whiskers Grass in her hand, the physician panicked. He knew too well the potency of Spiritual Whiskers Grass; if he consumed the whole stalk, he feared he would vomit blood on the spot.

Seeing him stand still, Shen Chuwei asked with a puzzled face, "Are you worried about the cost of Spiritual Whiskers Grass?"