Having an external surname was equivalent to having to put in much more effort. However, everyone understood why there were external surnames, and they quite admired the reasons behind it.

Xiaoyao rode all the way to Rejuvenation Hall on the east side, tied his horse nearby, and before entering the hall, he specifically looked at the sign above to see if it belonged to the Luo family. If not, he'd need to ask around clearly. Who knew how many Rejuvenation Halls there were here—it would be bad to make a mistake.

After confirming it belonged to the Luo family, Xiaoyao entered and was immediately greeted by someone who should be a hall attendant, who said to him: "Young master, please queue for medical consultation!"

"Queue?" Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment, looking to the side where there really was a group of people queuing. This group was staring at him, seemingly saying: boy, get in line, don't think you can cut in.

"I'm not here for medical consultation..." Xiaoyao shook his head. Don't look at me, I'm not cutting your line—I couldn't do such a thing.

"Oh, then you're here to collect medicine? Please follow me." the attendant immediately said, though feeling somewhat puzzled. Generally speaking, very few people came so early in the morning to collect medicine. Medicine could be collected anytime, but those seeking medical consultation feared being too late and missing their turn.

The clinic physicians at Rejuvenation Hall were quite famous. Zhen'er was considered a little divine doctor in everyone's hearts. Unless it was too serious a condition, Zhen'er could cure it.

"No, I'm here for medical consultation... uh, to provide medical consultation—to sit in the clinic!" Xiaoyao said.

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"Sit in the clinic?" The attendant was a bit puzzled. There were several people who sat in the clinic here, and some weren't there every day, but the problem was he knew all the clinic physicians and had never seen Xiaoyao.

"I'm substituting for Zhen'er. She's not feeling well today. She wouldn't rest when I told her to, so I had no choice but to substitute for her for a day. Take me to her usual position—I'll sit in for her for a day." Xiaoyao explained.

"So Doctor Zhen'er asked you to come. Please follow me." The attendant looked at Xiaoyao and noticed he seemed to carry a Luo family jade token, so he didn't doubt anything further.

"May I ask what relationship you have with Doctor Zhen'er, young master?" the attendant asked curiously while leading Xiaoyao to Zhen'er's position.

"I'm her clan brother!" Xiaoyao replied casually.

"..." The attendant was speechless. I know you're from the Luo family, so of course you're her clan brother. This was basically like saying nothing.

"Then may I ask how to address you, young master?"

"I'm called Xiaoyao. Just call me Xiaoyao." Xiaoyao replied indifferently. Regarding forms of address, he had always been very casual—calling him by name directly was completely fine.

"So it's Young Master Xiaoyao. May I ask about Young Master Xiaoyao's medical skills, so I can make arrangements..." This was the most important point. If his medical skills weren't very good and he could only barely manage, then the more troublesome patients would need to be directed to other clinic physicians.

"As long as they're not dead, anyone can be brought before me." Xiaoyao said while sitting down, his expression still relaxed, making people feel he was talking about something very ordinary.

However, everyone who heard this statement was stunned, thinking this young master really knew how to boast—it seemed his medical skills really weren't very good.

So the people who had been queuing behind him all seemed to waver, wanting to queue at another line. Each clinic physician scheduled for today had a queue in front of them.

At this moment, the queue in front of Xiaoyao suddenly became much shorter. Those remaining were probably all minor ailments—finding any doctor to prescribe medicine would be fine. Xiaoyao felt indifferent about this. He was just helping with clinic duty anyway. What did the number of patients matter to him? The fewer the better.

"Come, come, let's begin. Sit down and extend your hand." Xiaoyao pointed at the first person.

"I... I think I'll go over there instead!"

The first person gave Xiaoyao no face at all and ran to queue at one of the other lines.

"Next!" Xiaoyao felt no sense of being discouraged and casually called the next person.

This time the previous incident didn't happen. The patient sat down and extended their hand cooperatively.

"Minor ailment. Some medicine will do!" Xiaoyao looked at the patient's complexion, took their pulse briefly, then picked up a brush to write a prescription.

"That's it?" The patient was stunned because Xiaoyao's actions were completed in just one glance, so fast it made people feel he was treating it like child's play.

"That's it! This is your prescription. Go collect the medicine. One dose per day for three days and you'll be cured." Xiaoyao handed the prescription to the patient. His prescription writing was also extremely fast, making people feel this speed was a bit too quick.

For such minor ailments like common colds, Xiaoyao naturally didn't need acupuncture or Divine Farmer True Qi—there was completely no necessity.

However, his quick resolution didn't make people think his medical skills were brilliant. If he were a renowned physician, everyone would definitely think this was because his medical skills were too advanced. But he wasn't. In everyone's impression, he was just a young master barely over twenty who seemed to be playing around here.

Therefore, everyone's feeling about this matter was—

"You're being perfunctory with me, aren't you? Don't you know this is very excessive? What if you delay my condition? Hmph!" The patient was furious, stood up, tore up Xiaoyao's prescription, and left angrily.

After seeing this situation, those who had originally been queuing in front of Xiaoyao immediately dispersed and went to other clinic physician queues.

So Xiaoyao became very leisurely. He began lying directly on the table to "sleep," which made everyone in the medicine hall feel even more that he was just here to be perfunctory. Everyone shook their heads.

Just like this, Xiaoyao "slept" until noon. Everyone else was busy to death while he hadn't seen a single patient. New patients seeking consultation also seemed to have heard some talk and all went to the other queues—no one bothered Xiaoyao.

"Time to eat. Where's the dining hall?" Xiaoyao "woke up," and his first sentence made those nearby even more speechless. He was quite punctual about meals though.

Although this was the case, no one dared say anything. After all, Xiaoyao was also a Luo family young master. No matter how poor he was, he was still stronger than these attendants, and might make them lose their jobs—they didn't want to see that happen.

Soon, someone led Xiaoyao to the back hall for meals. Some people were already eating. There was no time here for everyone to eat together, so naturally they had to take turns.

The food at Xiaoyao's table seemed a bit better, but it wasn't that the others were poor—this was just a bit better on an already good foundation.

Xiaoyao didn't mind this. After quickly finishing, he went back out to continue "sleeping." This day seemed to pass quite easily, and it didn't interfere with cultivation either—what a good thing.

Time passed bit by bit. It was already approaching evening. In just a few more incense sticks' worth of time, Xiaoyao could successfully withdraw. Even if he hadn't seen a single patient, Xiaoyao had still perfectly completed his mission. His task was just to sit in the clinic—it didn't necessarily mean he had to see patients.

After finishing, he wouldn't go back immediately but would stroll around the streets. He'd been here so many days but hadn't really explored the place properly. Thinking about it was a bit regrettable. The night market here was said to be quite good, with lots of delicious food, fun things, and some novel items.

"Doctor, quickly save someone!!"

Just as Xiaoyao was fantasizing about visiting the night market, a voice shouted loudly. A middle-aged man was seen running in carrying a blood-stained young man on his back.

"Doctor, quickly save someone! He was just hit by a carriage and is dying." the middle-aged man said urgently.

While this middle-aged man was speaking, a somewhat nervous young lady followed behind him, with a maid and several guards beside her. From the looks of it, this young lady had considerable status. At the same time, judging by the situation, this young lady should be the owner of the carriage—simply put, her carriage had hit this young man.

"Let me take a look!"

Immediately a clinic physician went over to examine. This kind of thing naturally required saving people first. This Rejuvenation Hall had always followed this principle. Although there was a first-come-first-served order, some people couldn't wait.

The clinic physician looked at the young injured man and took his pulse...

"Please hurry and save him. If you cure him, I'll reward you handsomely." the young lady said from the side. Perhaps this was the only way she felt she could help.

"It's too late—he's beyond saving!" The examining clinic physician quickly reached a conclusion.

"No, doctor, please look again. This is my only son. I don't want to see a white-haired person send off a black-haired one." the middle-aged man cried and pleaded.

"It's not that I won't save him—it's really too late. Your son's life force is already gone. Even immortals couldn't save him!" the clinic physician said.

"You, come take a look!" The young lady pointed at another clinic physician.

"Alright, I'll take a look!" This young lady was clearly someone not to be trifled with. Since she had pointed him out, he'd take a look. Anyway, someone had already examined the patient—if he couldn't be saved, there wouldn't be any problem.

"All of you come take a look too!" The young lady had all the clinic physicians come examine him, except she didn't call Xiaoyao because there was no one in front of Xiaoyao.

At this moment, Xiaoyao also stood up and walked over, preparing to help save the person. However, when he reached out his hand, he was pulled away and told not to cause trouble—this situation wasn't for casual playing around.

Since that was the case, then let these people all take a look. Xiaoyao sensed that this young man wasn't completely dead yet, and for the time being there was no immediate danger. From when he first came in, this young man hadn't changed at all. Although he appeared to have no life force, this might actually be his body's instinct preserving his life force. As long as someone knew how to unlock it, he could be saved.

However, there weren't many people who could unlock it. Perhaps among these clinic physicians there was someone, or perhaps there wasn't.

Also, if too much time passed, this life force would also disappear. Although this time wasn't long, it also wasn't just a moment or two.

(End of Chapter)