Chapter 24: – Ji • Time Management Master • Ming (Please keep reading!!!)

Ji Ming ignored them, because it didn't matter; Malian Ge would make a move.

"Shut up, you dog man and woman!"

He kicked them with a thud—thud, relying on his warrior profession two levels above to beat the two jobless ones so they couldn't lift their heads.

"Please continue!"

"Their worries are unnecessary; the Evil‑Suppressing Talisman can directly eliminate curses without harming the body."

"Sitong and Captain Dasike can vouch for this; do you know them?"

Malian Ge nodded repeatedly.

"Dasike is my old friend; he's the one who introduced me!"

You're so generous, really setting your brother up with business.

"Then that's fine; no wonder I thought you looked kind."

After a casual compliment, Ji Ming's true colors showed.

"Ah, but although the Evil‑Suppressing Talisman is good, its cost per piece isn't cheap."

"However, since you're a friend of Captain Dasike, I can give you a 20% discount—how does eighteen silver coins per Evil‑Suppressing Talisman sound?"

Who would have thought Malian Ge wouldn't hesitate at all.

"Use it! Give me the best! I want to see what else they have to say!"

Saying that, he glared back at them fiercely.

Satisfying!

Ji Ming had originally wanted to say that if the talisman didn't work, he'd only charge one silver coin for the labor.

Seeing that, he simply shut up, took two talismans from the counter, and extended his hand elegantly toward the treatment room.

"Please, then, you two?"

Big Nose glanced at the woman; the woman trembled her lips and glared at Malian Ge.

"If we're leaving, then let's leave!"

What happened next needs no further explanation,

To show he had done his best, Ji Ming even chanted the spell a bit longer.

But if it doesn't work, it doesn't work—no matter how the talisman is applied, it has no effect whatsoever.

Ji Ming professionally tore up the experiment report and handed it to Malian Ge.

"Sir, I can guarantee they aren't cursed; their minds are completely normal."

"Good, good, that's good."

Malian Nan's expression gradually turned ferocious.

"Thanks, Doctor; we'll see you again!"

After casually throwing down a handful of silver coins, he grabbed the two screaming individuals and left the clinic.

"A bunch of lunatics..."

He closed the iron door again, and Ji Ming gathered up the silver coins.

He realized that, in his flustered state, the guy had actually given him an extra coin.

Before the huge sum Boris gave had even been counted, another thirty‑seven silver coins were added to the total.

Hey, the money came in too fast, like a tornado.

A couple of days ago I was still pinching pennies, and now I'm raking in silver—it's astonishing.

Lounging comfortably on the sofa, satisfied Ji Ming prepared to nap.

But before he could close his eyes, he heard urgent knocking at the door.

"Doctor, are you in? Please hurry and save my son—he's been cursed……"

"Cursed, cursed, cursed."

All morning long, the Rejuvenating Elixir did nothing; every patient came for curses.

Ji Ming suddenly wished he could give himself a slap from yesterday—why keep looking for trouble when there's none?

But Yangyue is ultimately a magical world, not a haunted realm teeming with evil spirits—where do all these curses come from?

He then realized that in this world, whenever someone doesn't want to take responsibility, they just blame it all on a curse.

A cheating partner? Blame the curse. A rebellious child? Blame the curse. Even a baby wetting the bed at night? Blame the curse.

"This is all a weird conspiracy!. jpg"

But fake or not, the clinic's price list is right here—charging for treatment remains a human consensus.

Thus Ji Ming felt like that little cat, watching people collapse more and more until the cat food piled into a mountain—from greed to suspicion, finally frightened into retreating behind the door.

"Sir, since I didn't actually use the talisman, I won't charge you—just one silver coin for the trouble will do."

"Ma'am, there's really no need—it's just fifty copper coins, truly unnecessary!"

"Obviously fake, big brother—just have the kid drink less water before bed and go home quickly."

From opening his eyes until the sun was high, Ji Ming finally saw off the last morning patient.

Moreover, it wasn't that there were no patients; it was that those who saw no hope of treatment in the short term chose to stay and book an afternoon appointment.

"Guh, just kill me……"

Completely slumped on the sofa, Ji Ming didn't even have the energy to go out and buy a slice of honey‑bread as a treat.

Moreover, in his daze he suddenly thought of something very important.

To save Boris's life, he had used up almost all of his medicine stores.

And for tomorrow's adventure, he definitely needed to have plenty of medicines on hand.

If he finishes seeing patients in the afternoon, will the remaining time be enough to brew medicine and rest up for departure?

"No way, there are only twenty‑four hours in a day—how is that enough to grind?"

He shook his increasingly heavy head, and a somewhat dangerous idea suddenly sprang up in Ji Ming's mind.

Is there a possibility? I mean, a possibility.

The scene around him shifted wildly, from the rundown clinic back to a brand‑new bedroom.

【It's now five a. m.; no matter what method you use, wake me up at seven a. m.!】

After finishing his instructions to Yang Yue, he set a corresponding phone alarm, then Ji Ming hurried a few steps and jumped straight onto the bed.

Sharpening the knife doesn't delay the woodcutting; when all strategies are exhausted, the most outrageous option is the most suitable response.

He didn't even have time to open the cherry‑blossom‑girl sleep‑aid audio he'd saved on D‑site before clutching his phone and falling into a deep sleep.

The darkness was blurry, his thoughts thick.

I don't know how long passed when a sharp buzzing sound rang out from the corner of the world.

The sound grew from faint to loud, until it shook the entire space, forcing Ji Ming to think.

Um, this is…

"Damn, there's a mosquito!"

Almost instinctively, Ji Ming waved his arm and opened his eyes.

But before he could launch a bloody revenge, the buzzing in his ear vanished.

In a daze, he picked up the phone whose alarm was blaring beside him and glanced at the time on it.

How did it get to seven o'clock so fast?

He let out a long sigh with a face full of worry.

"Tuesday, Tuesday, only half my soul left—ambitious youth still has to work for Sun Zei… huh?"

Only then did he realize that his life had changed overnight.

What manager, what Sun Zei— that stingy old thing was deleted last night.

There is no second sun in the sky; now my heart holds only Yang Yuexing as its sun.

Two hours of deep sleep effectively eased his drowsiness and headache; he sprang out of bed and gulped down a bottle of energy drink.

Feeling refreshed, he sat back at the computer, first sent Yang Yue an 'ok' message, then re‑entered the game.

Sure enough, the developments went exactly as he'd expected—crazy patients gave him no room to rest, and all sorts of messes caused an uproar.

If it weren't for Ji Ming now having some standing in the jianghu, he'd probably have been dragged into five rounds of one‑on‑one fights and three batches of group brawls by this afternoon.

Moreover, wounded adventurers began to pour in continuously, completely draining his last reserve of Reviving Elixir.

"Thank you, Doctor—if I ever hear anyone badmouthing you again, I'll punch them!"

"No need—just keep the wound dry."

After he saw off the last patient, the sun set westward, and outside the door it was already pitch dark.

Fortunately, he'd run back to the real world at noon and gotten some extra sleep; otherwise he wouldn't have made it through this afternoon.

Tearing off a piece of bread to go with a bottle of milk, Ji Ming quickly settled dinner using the patients' gifts.

Just as he was getting ready to follow his plan, perk up, and head to the decoction room to replenish his medicine supplies, he saw the system suddenly pop up a window.

【Your good friend Aurora Dance just sent a message】