Time Travel: The Noble Family

Doctor Li fiddled for a while, then returned to his seat and fell into deep thought, his brow furrowing tighter the more he pondered.

Watching Doctor Li’s expression change erratically, Guan Jingshuo became worried. What did this mean? Could it be that he was suffering from a terminal illness and about to die? "Doctor, what’s wrong with me? Am I seriously ill?"

As Doctor Li picked up his pen to write a prescription, he heard Guan Jingshuo’s words but did not turn around. Instead, he said coldly, "You’re not sick."

Guan Jingshuo let out a sound of confusion. If he was not sick, what was all that poking and prodding for? He felt both anger and resentment, wondering if this man had simply taken advantage of him. After restraining himself further, Guan Jingshuo finally took out a hundred-tael silver note, "Doctor, this is your consultation fee. Please confirm it." Guan Jingshuo intended to pay the fee and then leave.

Doctor Li saw the anger in Guan Jingshuo’s eyes but admired his restraint; at least he didn’t call him a quack. Seeing that Guan Jingshuo was rather pleasing to the eye, Doctor Li’s attitude softened, "Although you’re not sick, if you continue like this, you’ll have to report to Yama Raja within three years."

It took Guan Jingshuo quite a while to regain his composure, stammering, "Doctor, didn’t you say I’m not sick? Then why do you say I won’t live more than three years?"

Doctor Li was satisfied with Guan Jingshuo’s reaction; he had seen too many people who would jump up and howl at bad news, even threatening to smash his signboard.

Guan Jingshuo tried to keep his cool, "Doctor, you just said I am not sick. Moreover, the Imperial Physician at the Imperial Medical Bureau said I was only a bit weak. Why wouldn’t I live more than three years?" This was an obvious contradiction. If it wasn’t for the fact that Herbarium Hall had a certain reputation in Capital City and sitting in consultation here meant having some credibility, Guan Jingshuo would definitely have thought Doctor Li was a charlatan. Now, he needed a reasonable explanation from the doctor.

Doctor Li responded dismissively after hearing this, "The Imperial Physician at the Imperial Medical Bureau?" His words dripping with disdain. He knew those Imperial Physicians all too well. Their medical skills were not bad, but their medical ethics were like rubbish in their eyes. For a doctor, ethics are of the utmost importance. Without moral integrity, great medical skills only serve to aid in tyranny.

Upon hearing this, Guan Jingshuo became even calmer, "Doctor Li, please tell me why you said I wouldn’t live more than three years?"