Chapter 9: The Medical Clinic Opens

Without the slightest interest in window-shopping, Feng Qingcheng headed straight for her destination. Several days ago, she had used the silver notes she’d swindled from Xiao Ruoli to purchase a medical clinic that was on the verge of bankruptcy. She had kept all the original staff on, intending to renovate the place and transform it into a one-of-a-kind medical center.

In her past life, her hands had been stained with too much blood. Although it was involuntary and against her will, she had had no other choice at the time. She had tried her best, yet she could never escape her identity as an assassin. Fortunately, she had done all she could, finding ways to break free from the organization, and in the final chapter of her life, she had saved many people as a doctor.

Regrettably, that time was far too short. Now, having been granted a chance at rebirth, she was more than happy to do what she wanted. The prerequisite, however, was that she had to live well in the present.

"Young Master Shi, you've arrived?"

Seeing Feng Qingcheng enter, the clinic’s clerk greeted her diligently, his face filled with smiles and respect. Although he didn't know who Feng Qingcheng really was, the fact that she was willing to spend a fortune to buy this failing clinic and pay them double the salary of other clinics was a tremendous blessing to him.

"Young Master Shi." Shopkeeper Liu, who had been busy inside, also came out to greet her upon hearing her voice. He had originally owned this clinic. Because someone had died inexplicably in his shop a few days ago—even though the cause of death had nothing to do with them—the clinic’s reputation had been ruined overnight, and no one dared to come for treatment anymore.

Forced by circumstances, he had to close the doors. On the night he was shutting down, Feng Qingcheng had bought the place, giving them hope to carry on.

"Shopkeeper Liu, how are things coming along?" Feng Qingcheng went straight to the point.

"Almost done. Young Master Shi, everything has been done according to your requirements; we are just waiting for you to decide on an opening date." Shopkeeper Liu said with a fawning smile. He had absolute faith in Feng Qingcheng’s abilities—how could someone who could afford to buy such a large clinic with such ease be anything less than capable?

"Good. We will officially open in ten days." Feng Qingcheng said with full confidence, her face glowing with an endless radiance born of that self-assurance.

"Shopkeeper Liu, make more flyers based on the design I wrote, and send people to distribute them throughout the streets and alleys of the capital." Feng Qingcheng handed the items in her hand to Shopkeeper Liu. He took them, puzzled, but his eyes lit up the moment he saw what they were. He couldn't help but look at Feng Qingcheng with excitement, his admiration for her deepening even further.

In truth, what he held were merely the advertisements for the clinic that Feng Qingcheng had doodled, but having them made into flyers was, for these pedantic ancients, a truly ingenious move. How could he not be excited?

"Also, here are a few medical books I’ve compiled. When they aren't busy, have the resident physicians study them well. Relying solely on their current skills won't be enough for this clinic."

Feng Qingcheng’s words made Shopkeeper Liu’s heart skip a beat once more. From the moment he met her, she had brought him more than just surprises—she had brought him shock.

"Young Master, you're here." Before Shopkeeper Liu could respond, two pretty girls, Nongyue and Huaying, rushed out from the back like a gust of wind. Feng Qingcheng looked at them and smiled slightly. She had rescued these two girls from some debauched young masters by chance. Seeing that they were homeless and appeared clever and nimble, she had brought them here.

Feng Qingcheng had given them a way to survive, and they were so grateful for her life-saving grace that they worked incredibly hard at everything they did. This was exactly the kind of person Feng Qingcheng needed, and she was not stingy with them either; she had taught them a few self-defense moves—not enough to defeat enemies, but more than enough to save their lives.

"Nongyue, Huaying, come here. I have something to tell you." Feng Qingcheng beckoned them over and whispered a few words into their ears. The two nodded in understanding and said solemnly, "Don't worry, Young Master. We will handle this."

Having settled everything here, Feng Qingcheng left with peace of mind and returned to the Feng residence quietly. To her surprise, as soon as she reached her small courtyard, she saw Xin'er looking out anxiously. Seeing Feng Qingcheng appear, Xin'er hurried over.

"Miss, you're finally back. The Master sent another physician just now, saying he wanted to examine you. I had to use every excuse I could think of to get him to go see the Second Madam and the others first. If you hadn't come back, we would have been exposed."

Feng Qingcheng nodded and quickly returned to her room to change and lie down. No sooner had she settled in than she heard a commotion outside the door; it must be the physician. Feng Qingcheng narrowed her eyes at the entrance. It seemed Prime Minister Feng was not giving up yet. However, she didn't believe there was any physician who could actually cure her "illness."

"Qingcheng, this physician is a master who has traveled the world. If you are awake, let him take a look at you." Prime Minister Feng’s voice rang out from outside. Feng Qingcheng said in a weak, soft voice, "Father, let him come in."

A pair of pristine, clean shoes stood before her bed, followed by a white robe that flowed like clouds. Feng Qingcheng lifted her gaze bit by bit, curious as to how a world-traveling master could be so impeccably clean. What met her eyes was a tall, imposing figure.