After I Am died, You Tell Me This Is A Life Simulation?
Chapter 11 - The Old Doctor, Our Past-Life Bond

Chapter 11: The Old Doctor, Our Past-Life Bond

As Fang Han had anticipated, several days passed without any townsfolk coming in for treatment.

Instead, murmurs and gossip from the surrounding neighbors could constantly be heard.

Occasionally, a few would step inside, only to inquire who the doctor of the clinic was.

Upon learning it was Fang Han, they would leave, clearly unconvinced.

In the past few days, apart from selling a few taels of medicinal herbs, there had been no income.

Fang Han didn’t mind. He continued to open the clinic daily, whether or not anyone came.

In private, he never skipped a single session of martial arts training.

Ever since “Yangsheng Gong” was upgraded to “Yangsheng Neigong,” one hour of daily practice remained optimal, but its efficiency had improved significantly.

As he continued to comprehend the transformations within, Fang Han was deeply immersed.

In the life simulation, I spent most of my life hitting walls. It was only after tremendous effort that I managed to cultivate inner power. That hardship is still vivid in my mind.

Now, in reality, although he had easily cultivated inner strength—and even advanced his internal skill manual through the effects of 【Ling Yun】—Fang Han had no intention of squandering this rare opportunity.

Each day was filled with cultivating internal energy and honing martial techniques, leaving him joyfully busy.

Another day came. Fang Han opened the clinic again and sat at his post.

He was the only one inside, and the place felt rather quiet.

Step. Step.

“You’re the doctor here?”

An elderly voice sounded from outside the door, laced with surprise—and a hint of doubt.

Fang Han heard the voice and felt slightly dazed. He looked up toward the visitor at the door, cupped his fists, and smiled.

“Indeed, I am Fang Han. And you are, sir?”

Though he said this politely, inwardly, he thought: You finally couldn’t hold yourself back and came…

The visitor was an elderly man with graying white hair, though his complexion was rather good.

He stood just outside the clinic with his hands behind his back, looking at Fang Han as if sizing him up.

It was none other than the old doctor Zhen, who had taught Fang Han medicine in the life simulation.

Looking at Elder Zhen, emotions surged within Fang Han, filling him with gratitude.

As for why Fang Han hadn’t taken the initiative to visit him—

He had, from a distance, but hadn’t dared approach.

Because from what Fang Han knew of this man, unless it was for a regular diagnosis or treatment, any abrupt approach would immediately trigger his wariness and suspicion.

In the life simulation, it took him many years of working diligently at the clinic—he couldn’t remember exactly, but it must’ve been at least seven or eight years—before earning the old man’s trust and recognition.

Only after years of tireless work and eager learning did the old man finally begin teaching him real medical knowledge.

Sometimes, I think this old man is overly cautious. I’ve never figured out why he’s so guarded—it must come from a story he never told.

Since he never brought it up, Fang Han never asked.

This time around, to avoid triggering that inexplicable vigilance, Fang Han made sure not to repeat his past mistakes.

Having spent so many years with him before, Fang Han had come to understand his temperament well: he was someone deeply obsessed with medical knowledge and held an intense disdain for quacks and charlatans.

Fang Han didn’t need to do anything special—just open a clinic.

After a short while, that old man would show up, unable to suppress his curiosity.

Sure enough, only a few days had passed—and here he was.

Fang Han looked at Elder Zhen with a grin.

Elder Zhen stared at Fang Han with slightly clouded eyes for a moment before sneering,

“Hmph, still wet behind the ears and already playing doctor? Young man, do you even recognize your herbs?”

Damn! That familiar sarcastic tone…

Fang Han leaned back in his chair and laughed,

“Old man, where did you crawl out from? Why are you sticking your nose in my business? Whether I can identify herbs—what’s that got to do with you?”

Elder Zhen’s beard bristled, and his eyes widened.

“You! Such disrespect, you insolent youth!”

Fang Han clicked his tongue.

“And you’re just as rude, you grouchy old coot!”

As he spoke, he rubbed the corner of his slightly reddened eye.

The old man’s tone hit too close to the heart.

It made him a little emotional…

Elder Zhen was momentarily stunned. He glanced at Fang Han with a strange expression.

“Sharp-tongued, I’ll give you that. But I wonder if you’ve got real skills to back it up.”

“If you’re a charlatan using falsehoods to practice medicine and endanger lives—

I may be no one special, but I’ll make sure you won’t last in Linshui City.”

Fang Han knew the old man wasn’t bluffing—he did have that kind of power.

A skilled doctor who had treated hundreds of patients—

One could imagine how vast his network must be.

In Fang Han’s later simulation life, his connections extended throughout Linshui City and beyond. His name and reputation were enough to mobilize countless people willing to act on his behalf.

Elder Zhen didn’t yet possess that formidable influence from the simulation’s later stages, but even now, in Linshui City, he likely had more than enough sway to pressure a newcomer like Fang Han.

Just as Fang Han was about to respond, a commotion erupted outside the door.

A sturdy young man with an honest look entered, carrying a bamboo basket on his back.

Half excited, half nervous, he stepped into the clinic.

Following behind him were six or seven other young men, all dressed in rough hemp clothing like farmers. Each of them also carried bamboo baskets, inside which herbs could be faintly seen.

The one in the lead was none other than Li Ergou.

Upon seeing Elder Zhen at the entrance, he looked a little surprised, but smiled awkwardly.

Elder Zhen, too, was intrigued by this group.

When he spotted the herbs in their baskets, his eyes lit up slightly, and he glanced thoughtfully at Fang Han—yet said nothing.

“Mr. Fang, greetings,” Li Ergou greeted awkwardly.

The others looked around curiously—some surprised, others excited.

Several stepped forward, eagerly exclaiming:

“Mr. Fang, you’re truly a miracle doctor! That strange illness my uncle had—it’s completely gone thanks to your method!”

“Yes, yes! The old folks at home used to suffer from constant numbness in their limbs, but now it’s so much better.

You’re truly a miracle doctor—your skills are amazing, simply amazing!”

The men all spoke at once, surrounding Fang Han, overflowing with gratitude and admiration.

Footnotes:

1. 养生功 (Yǎngshēng Gōng)– Health-Nurturing Skill: A cultivation technique focused on preserving and enhancing one’s internal vitality.
2. 内功 (Nèigōng)– Internal Energy/Skill: Martial arts technique focusing on inner strength rather than brute force.
3. 灵韵 (Líng Yùn)– Spiritual Resonance: Refers to a mystical enhancement, likely a rare attribute or item that elevates skill manuals in cultivation-themed stories.
4. 庸医 (Yōngyī)– Quack Doctor: An unskilled or fraudulent medical practitioner.
5. 毒医 (Dúyī)– Poison Doctor: Someone who uses toxic methods for treatment, often with malicious intent.
6. 吹胡子瞪眼 (Chuī húzi dèng yǎn)– “Blowing one’s beard and glaring”: An idiom that describes someone getting angry or flustered, usually in a comically exaggerated way.
7. 毛都没长齐 (Máo dōu méi zhǎng qí)– “Still haven’t grown all your hair”: A mocking expression meaning someone is too young or inexperienced.
8. 神医 (Shényī)– Divine Doctor: A title of immense respect for someone with extraordinary medical skills.
9. 粗布麻衣 (Cūbù máyī)– Rough cloth and hemp clothes: Refers to traditional peasant clothing, highlighting their humble background.

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