Xianxia

Gu Zuo: Are you sick?
    Gongyi Tianheng: You have medicine?
    Gu Zuo: You’re sick!
    Gongyi Tianheng: If I say I’m sick, can you cure me?
    Gu Zuo: If I say I have medicine, would you want it?
    Gongyi Tianheng: However much you have is how much I want.
    Gu Zuo: However much you want is how much I have.
    Gongyi Tianheng: Then bring it all out.
    Gu Zuo: …
    Simply speaking, a scaredy-cat shou transmigrated and had to think of a way to survive. He had a golden finger called Medicine Refining System, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the ingredients needed to refine medicine and level up.
    A great young master to an empire’s preeminent clan had a super high IQ, but his potential for cultivation was low. Unfortunately, pill refiners were too hard to develop, and weren’t restricted to his personal service. But he could acquire plenty of ingredients.
    Two people, one was sick and one had medicine. Therefore, the one who was sick kept the one who had medicine, and everyone was happy.