Chapter 23: – Thanks for the Invitation, a Stranger in a New World, Just Arriving at Qingfeng Village

Overdoing is as bad as underdoing, and Ji Ming, having already set his persona, did not add any superfluous touches.

Instead, he let out a light sigh and steered the conversation toward its end.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't offer any more help from my side."

— I'm too exhausted, I can't keep performing, bro.

"Please go find a regular doctor for a check‑up quickly, and don't let the illness linger."

— Really, hurry up and leave!

The skinny young man smiled with a look of regret, his expression complicated.

But in Baolis's eyes, that was a holy angel shining with light.

Heavens, when did Sunlight City get a doctor this good?

Compared to him, the bunch of bastards under the Commercial Union are practically vampires!

I still keep repeatedly handing them money, spending a fortune to have them treat my clan's sick!

What a damn mediocre doctor, Ji Ming, must be their smear, rumor‑spreading and defamation!

Thinking of this, he felt an unnamed fire rise in his heart and categorically denied,

"No! You have already done very well."

"You really saved my life; I thought I would never wake up again."

He fumbled on his person for a moment, then finally produced a wallet.

"I don't know how to repay you, but please be sure to accept this!"

I copy, again just directly give the wallet?

This kind of casual habit of pulling out all one's money to repay a favor—where on earth did this fine custom originate!

Seeing the luminous core material in Baolis's hand, already pricey, and the bulging wallet, Ji Ming almost couldn't restrain himself from reaching out.

He quickly closed his eyes, using his fatigue to suppress the burning desire.

"I'm not after that…"

"I understand!"

"You don't know a damn thing!"

Baolis didn't hear Ji Ming's inner curse; instead, with a moved expression, he took a close‑range hunting knife from his wrist strap.

Ji Ming had naturally taken it off while cleaning his wound, but after he woke up, Baolis casually took it out.

"I think you should have guessed my identity; indeed, I come from the Feng Claw Clan."

He paused briefly, then spoke clearly.

"My name you should know, is Baolis."

Baolis?

Ji Ming summoned his memory and found the relevant information in his mind.

Isn't this the name of the current head of the Feng Claw Clan?

These are among the few truly prominent figures in Sunlight City.

How did he end up alone in the outer city, and how did he fall into this field?

Ji Ming's eyelids fluttered, and he opened them again.

"So it's your esteemed presence? I didn't expect to have the honor of treating you."

"The honor is clearly mine; your gratitude toward me cannot be measured with money!"

Baolis removed the sheath bearing the family crest, placing the exquisite short weapon on the small table before him.

"I would be delighted to befriend a virtuous and skillful physician like you."

"This is my protective knife; if you need anything, just take it to any member of the Feng Claw Clan for assistance."

"I can guarantee that; I swear."

According to Ji Ming's knowledge, Baolis's benevolence is also famous in Sunlight City.

Many disputes among adventurers are brought to him for mediation.

And the promises he makes have never been broken.

A person without trust cannot stand; this is one of the fundamental reasons Feng Claw can subtly be the leader among the three great families.

In other words, once spoken, the curved blade before them transforms from a mere weapon into a family token, its weight undeniably heavy.

This is a generous gift, a "good medicine" that can make Ji Ming stand tall in Sunlight City.

If this truly is a gamble, he fears he is the winner taking all.

Ji Ming weighed the pros and cons in silence, while Baolis thought Ji Ming was completely out of strength.

He, being very considerate, bowed deeply.

"Staying here any longer might trouble you, so I'll take advantage of the still‑dark sky and leave now, farewell!"

Having said that, he picked up his personal long sword and left the Clinic through the second‑floor window.

Seeing Baolis had already left, Ji Ming did not rush to move, and truly rested.

Grinding medicine the first half of the night, rescuing people the second half.

This night was indeed too exhausting; I must quickly recover my stamina.

But he felt he had just fallen asleep when a rapid knocking sounded.

"Doctor, are you there?!"

Startled awake in panic, he found the outside already bathed in bright daylight.

Outside the door seemed like bandits, pounding "dong dong" loudly, not knowing whether his father was dead or his mother missing.

Ji Ming could only drag his weary body to stand, quickly clearing away all clutter and traces from the hall and treatment room.

Now is the crucial moment for Ji Ming to transform into a divine doctor; we must not let a slip become a stain!

However, after he tidied his appearance and opened the door, he found that outside were three people: two men and a woman.

The three were all fully limbed, standing steadily, looking completely healthy.

"Come in, you— come in!"

And when the door opened, Ma Lian Ren immediately dragged the unwilling‑looking woman beside him inside in a forceful manner.

The woman tried to struggle, but she couldn't break free from the man's iron‑clamp‑like hand, and could only let out a scream while stumbling.

"Don't pull me!"

"Eh…"

The other big‑nosed man felt sorry and wanted to intervene, but in the end he only opened his mouth.

Huh, which act is this again?

Ji Ming was stunned.

"Both of you, don't get violent; speak calmly,"

After symbolically urging them to calm down to avoid collateral damage to the shop, he asked in a low voice,

"May I ask what assistance you need? I don't think I saw any injuries on you,"

Ma Lian Ge lifted his chin, which he had banged from head to toe for ten coins.

"I heard you can break curses, is that true?"

Ji Ming pushed up his glasses, his face solemn.

"I know a little, but not much."

"That's enough!"

He shouted sharply, angrily pointing at the man and woman beside him.

"This one is my wife, and the man next to her… he has a thing with my wife."

"Huh?"

If it were before, Ji Ming would have already pulled out snacks and cola, ready to enjoy the spectacle.

But this isn't Qingfeng Village; it's another world, and I'm exhausted myself—where would I find time to meddle in other people's affairs?

So he replied blankly,

"Sorry, I understand your anger, but as you can see, here I am…"

"They say they were cursed into being together, not by their own will."

Ma Lian Nan cut him off, gritting his teeth.

"So I want you to check whether what they say is actually true."

Ji Ming wondered, "Can you tell if it's real or not?"

He was about to clarify, but then thought, I'm a doctor, not a judge; why should I settle other people's family matters?

So he took out the price list he had newly written yesterday.

"To determine whether a curse has been placed is simple; this anti‑evil talisman will do."

"If there's no curse, it will show no reaction."

"But if there is a curse, it will ignite immediately…"

Ji Ming, adhering to professional ethics, explained in detail, when he heard the woman beside him suddenly start swearing loudly.

"Burn? What kind of quack doctor are you? Are you trying to burn us to death!"

The big‑nosed man who had stayed silent also quickly added.

"Yeah, yeah!"

"I've known your Ji Ming reputation for a long time; you're nothing good!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

?

A question mark slowly appeared above Ji Ming's head.

How can a corpse be speaking?