Chapter 4

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"Then when will Master Huang be back?"

Liang Kuan's face showed obvious disappointment. Although Ya Cha Su's speech was quite stammered, he still understood the meaning of his words.

"Well, I, I, I'm not, not, not quite sure!"

Ya Cha Su adjusted his sliding glasses, shook his head, and looked apologetic.

"Tomorrow, I think. Come by tomorrow morning, Liang Kuan. I'll give Master a heads-up today!"

He took out a small porcelain bottle of red flower oil from the medicine cabinet, poured some into his hand, and gently rubbed it, then applied it to the bruised area on Liang Kuan's hand, while still managing to offer a favor.

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Lin Sha!"

Liang Kuan was overjoyed and hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

"No problem!"

Seeing the bruise on Liang Kuan's hand start to fade, Lin Sha stopped his actions and handed the small porcelain bottle of red flower oil to him. Originally, he wanted to invite him to stay, but instead said, "Liang Kuan, do you have a place to stay in Foshan?"

"Thank you, Brother Lin Sha. How much does this medicine cost?"

Liang Kuan first took the small porcelain bottle and thanked him, then pulled out an old, worn money bag from his pocket, poured out a handful of copper coins, and his face showed reluctance, indicating his financial situation wasn't good.

Lin Sha didn't hesitate to take seven copper coins and called Ya Cha Su to record the transaction.

In this era, overseas students received no special treatment. As a medical apprentice, Ya Cha Su's status naturally couldn't compare to Lin Sha, who had been a formal disciple of Huang Feihong for six years. It was only natural for him to be ordered around.

"I have a relative who works as a manager in a theater troupe. I can find a job there!"

After carefully putting the remaining copper coins back into the old, worn money bag and tucking it into his pocket, Liang Kuan finally answered the other question.

"Theater troupe, huh!"

Lin Sha's eyebrows furrowed slightly upon hearing this, but he hesitated to say more.

"What's wrong, Brother Lin Sha? Is there something wrong?"

Liang Kuan, being perceptive and quick-witted, felt uneasy at Lin Sha's hesitant expression and quickly asked.

"Nothing, it's just that theater troupes are full of all sorts of people. You need to be careful, Liang Kuan. If you accidentally offend someone you shouldn't, it could cause trouble."

Because of the long passage of time, Lin Sha didn't remember the plot of the Huang Feihong movies very clearly and wasn't sure if Liang Kuan's journey to become a disciple would be smooth. So, he warned him based on the memories of his original body.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, after two Opium Wars, the central authority of the Qing Dynasty declined, and local powers rose. Western powers infiltrated, and local gangs and chaos were rampant.

Especially in places like Foshan, one of the earliest open ports, foreign powers acted arrogantly, corrupt officials were rampant, the Qing army's discipline was lax and they disturbed the people, local militias were tyrannical, and local gentry and landlords wielded power arbitrarily. Gangs were even more rampant, infiltrating all aspects of society.

With various forces mixed together, it was not an exaggeration to describe the situation as chaotic and the security environment was very poor.

"Don't worry, Brother Lin Sha, I'll be careful!"

Liang Kuan stood up and thanked him. At that moment, someone else entered the clinic, and he hurriedly bowed and said loudly, "Brother Lin Sha, I won't disturb you. I'll come back tomorrow morning!"

After seeing Liang Kuan off, Lin Sha returned to the clinic just in time to see Ya Cha Su stammering to a young, strong man who had just entered. Lin Sha recognized him as another disciple of Huang Feihong, his senior, Ling Yunjie.

"Senior Ling, you're back so early?"

He walked over and greeted him casually, according to the temperament and personality of his original body.

"Business is getting harder and harder these days!"

Ling Yunjie shook his head, looking helpless. "I didn't sell many fish, but several groups of protection fee collectors came."

Lin Sha was speechless, not knowing what to say. Although he knew the security environment at the end of the Qing Dynasty was very poor, he didn't expect it to be this bad!

Unlike Lin Sha, who lived and ate at Baozhi Lin, Ling Yunjie came from a local Foshan family. Besides practicing martial arts with Master Huang Feihong every day, he also had to do some small business to support his family.

Unlike Lin Sha, who only needed to see patients and practice martial arts, Master Huang Feihong didn't treat him like a slave and didn't have overly strict requirements.

"Let's not talk about these troubles. Who was that guy just now?"

Ling Yunjie waved his hand to change the subject, looking curious.

"That's Liang Kuan from Meixian. He also wants to learn martial arts from Master."

Lin Sha smiled and said, "He's an interesting guy. He was just teased by Ya Cha Su."

As he spoke, he vividly recounted how Ya Cha Su had used Liang Kuan to practice acupuncture points, which made Ling Yunjie laugh heartily, while Ya Cha Su looked embarrassed and chuckled foolishly.

"L, L, Lin Sha, why, why do you, do you seem, seem so, so enthusiastic, about, about that, that Liang, Liang Kuan?"

After laughing for a while, to cover his embarrassment, Ya Cha Su quickly changed the subject, looking curious at Lin Sha.

Seeing the curiosity in Senior Ling's eyes, Lin Sha smiled and explained, "I think that guy is smart and has some martial arts foundation. He might be chosen by Master to become our junior brother. I'm just trying to build a good relationship in advance to avoid awkwardness later."

"You're so clever!"

Ling Yunjie laughed and scolded, not taking it too seriously. He waved and got up to leave, saying, "I'll go home first. You two continue to see patients!"

After seeing Senior Ling Yunjie off, Baozhi Lin became quiet. After finishing his work at the counter, Ya Cha Su picked up an acupuncture chart and continued to study the points. Lin Sha didn't return to the back training ground but sat in the front hall, waiting for patients while organizing and familiarizing himself with the memories of his original body.

Baozhi Lin's business was decent. In the morning, they received five patients, all with injuries from falls or blows. For minor injuries, Lin Sha prescribed and treated them according to his knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. For more complex conditions, he didn't prescribe medicine recklessly but used neutral herbs to alleviate pain and asked them to leave their addresses so Master could diagnose them when he returned.

In his previous life, he had practiced Sanda and often sought help from old TCM practitioners for injuries. Even if he hadn't treated them himself, he had seen it done. Combined with the solid knowledge and experience of his original body, treating minor injuries was not a problem. Even if he couldn't cure them, he wouldn't worsen their conditions.

Ya Cha Su assisted him, busily registering and dispensing medicine, occasionally glancing at Lin Sha, who seemed very competent, with admiration and envy in his eyes.

They were busy until noon. Ya Cha Su prepared a simple meal of one dish, one soup, and unlimited rice, and both of them enjoyed it.

During the meal, Ya Cha Su asked some questions about traditional Chinese medicine, and Lin Sha learned more about Baozhi Lin and Master Huang Feihong from him, making it a win-win situation...