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After making sure that Ren Caowei was okay, they went back to their rooms to rest. It was already late at night, and Xiao Qi was already very sleepy.

Back in the room, Chi Tianmin was not sleepy for the moment. He looked through the Xumi bag and found that there were not many medicinal materials suitable for Ren Caowei in it. Looking at the money bag, there was not much left.

"Hey, I didn't expect that I, Mr. Chi, would have to worry about money one day." Chi Tianmin sighed with emotion. In Lingwu Continent, he can say that everything has been smooth sailing and he has never been short of money since he was a child.

The medicinal materials that Ren Caowei needs are not ordinary medicinal herbs for treating diseases. They are all medicinal materials that assist in practice. They are expensive and cannot be solved by three to five hundred spirit coins.

"Sleep, sleep. There must be a road to the mountain. Let's go to the city tomorrow to see if there are any opportunities to make money." Chi Tianmin shook his head and put aside his worries.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Chi Tianmin went to Beifeng Giant City, while Ren Caowei and Xiao Qi were left to look after the house.

Spring is coming, flowers are blooming, everything is recovering, and the giant city of Beifeng has also regained its vitality. People are coming and going on the streets, and vendors from all over the place are coming and going, making it very lively.

When it came to making money, Chi Tianmin thought about it and realized that the only thing he could use for his skills was his medical skills. After all, he was inherited from the God of Medicine and was not comparable to ordinary medicine practitioners.

As for the art of craftsmanship, it has been abandoned for a long time under the bloody suppression of the God of Medicine and has been abandoned.

Chi Tianmin's goal is very clear. What he wants to make is not hard-earned money, but big money.

If you want to make a lot of money, you can only make it from rich people, so his task today is to find out if there are any rich families who suffer from incurable diseases.

He has learned many folk remedies from the God of Medicine, which are miraculous in treating difficult and complicated diseases. He may be able to find a solution for many diseases that cannot be solved by medicine practitioners.

He couldn't take the initiative to inquire about this kind of information from house to house. The best way was to listen to the discussions of ordinary people in the market.

At noon, he found a small restaurant and ordered a few plates of side dishes. While eating, he pricked up his ears and listened to the chatter of the people around him.

After listening for a long time, they were all useless and short-sighted. Just when Chi Tianmin was about to give up, a voice shocked him.

"Have you heard? The Wang family invited a herbalist from the capital to treat the eldest son of the Wang family today." A middle-aged man at the table not far away said with a gossipy face.

"Oh, Master Wang has seen so many medicine practitioners, and they all said there was no way he could be saved. What did the medicine people from the capital say?" His companion asked curiously.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "How can I know? I just happened to see the head of the Wang family greeting an old man politely and calling him Huang Yaoshi."

"Pharmacist? A master-level pharmacist, I think that's quite embarrassing. It's not like Beifeng City doesn't have a master-level pharmacist. The Wang family has also hired one, but isn't it helpless?" The companion shook his head.

"Hehe, you're from the capital. Maybe you have some special skills. The Wang family can't give up on their eldest son. They are a younger generation, and only the eldest son can hold up the table." The middle-aged man chuckled.

‘Noble, terminal illness, legitimate son, family hope. ’ These words flashed through Chi Tianmin’s mind. Didn’t they just meet his requirements?

Chi Tianmin asked the waiter for two kilograms of meat and a bottle of wine, and came to the middle-aged man's table.

"Uncle, what's the situation of the Wang family you just mentioned?" Chi Tianmin put the wine and meat on the table.

The middle-aged man looked at the food and wine on the table and understood Chi Tianmin's intention. The affairs of the Wang family were no secret in Beifeng City, and he had nothing to hide.

"The Wang family started out as a carpentry business in the east of the city. They were a wealthy family. Unfortunately, something unexpected happened. The only genius among their younger generation was diagnosed with a terminal illness a year ago. He tried many medicines but could not cure him. "The middle-aged man said while eating the meat brought by Chi Tianmin.

"What kind of disease do you have? So many medicine practitioners are not optimistic about it." Chi Tianmin continued to inquire.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I don't know the details. I just said that there is a big tumor on my stomach. It's really scary."

Chi Tianmin recalled the symptoms of stomach tumors in his mind. Several symptoms came to mind, but he had not seen the actual situation, so he was not sure yet.

"Then Mr. Wang spent a lot of money on Mr. Wang's illness, right?" Chi Tianmin asked him the question he was most concerned about.

Mentioning this, the middle-aged man unconsciously turned up his voice: "No, that's a lot of money. If I can cure Mr. Wang, I won't have to worry about it for the rest of my life."

Hearing this, Chi Tianmin nodded with satisfaction, remembering that those seeking medical treatment in the capital easily cost one hundred thousand or hundreds of thousands of spiritual coins. Sure enough, human life is the most valuable, and medicine practitioners make money the fastest.

Chi Tianmin asked the middle-aged man about some details about the Wang family, and when he found out that he understood almost everything, he paid and left to make the next preparations.

Chi Tianmin first went to the tailor shop and bought a huge cloak to cover his whole body. He was too young and it was difficult to gain the trust of others.

As for his cultivation, as long as he doesn't show it, most people can't tell. The key to a medicine practitioner is his medical skills.

After carefully checking his clothes and feeling that there was nothing wrong with him, he walked towards Wang's house in the east of the city.

Not far from Wang's house, he found a notice asking for medical treatment, saying that if he could be cured, he would be greatly appreciated.

Chi Tianmin tore off the notice and walked towards the gate of Wang's house. His only worry now was that if the pharmacist didn't cure Young Master Wang in the morning, then he would be in vain.

As for whether he could cure Young Master Wang, he was not worried at all. After spending a long time with the Medicine God, he still had some confidence.

When he came to the concierge, he shook the notice in his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Does your young master still treat illnesses?"

The concierge looked at the notice and looked solemn, obviously he had been specially instructed, and said respectfully: "Treatment, if you want treatment, please come with me, sir."

Chi Tianmin nodded. From the concierge's attitude, he knew that the Wang family valued the eldest young master, so he followed the concierge into the mansion with satisfaction.

The concierge brought Chi Tianmin to the living room and served him a cup of tea: "Sir, please wait a moment. Our master will be here soon."

Chi Tianmin picked up the tea and took a sip. He didn't like drinking tea, but he couldn't tell how good it was.

Chi Tianmin didn't wait long before a man in his forties or fifties strode into the living room.

The man was not displeased because Chi Tianmin wore a black gauze covering his head. He knew that cultivators all had their own quirks. Instead, he said politely: "I wonder what your surname is, sir?"

Chi Tianmin waved his hand and said decisively: "No need to ask more, I will treat the disease, and you will pay me if the disease is cured."

"Sir, I'm so glad. I don't know about the medical fee..." Mr. Wang didn't finish his words, but his meaning was obvious.

Chi Tianmin raised a finger. It was the first time he had done something like this. He decided to ask for a lower price. One hundred thousand spirit coins would be enough.

"A thousand spirit coins?" Mr. Wang asked tentatively.

Chi Tianmin was startled and almost stumbled. This script was wrong. It was very different from what he expected.

In fact, this is also where empiricism kills people. What kind of people are there in the imperial capital? Rich families are everywhere, and there are as many young men as dogs.

The Wang family could only be considered a modestly wealthy family in Beifeng City, but one hundred thousand spirit coins were already worth most of their belongings.

As for what the man said at noon, spending money is like running water, that is also due to class reasons. In their opinion, spending a few hundred spirit coins at a time is already a sky-high price.