"And, if you want to improve the time, there’s a method you can use to train, but don’t spread it around..."

"Rest assured, I promise I won’t spread it."

Next.

"Mr. Lin, I just want to have a son. I’ve been married to my wife for several years, but we just can’t have children..."

"You work here without seeing sunlight, so a deficiency in yang energy does indeed have some impact on fertility. But that’s not the main reason. Next time, bring your wife to the Convenient Medical Diagnosis Point to find me. I’ll check both of you to see if it’s your issue or hers. Not having children may not necessarily be just one person’s problem."

"Okay, Mr. Lin, thank you."

"You should get more sunlight when you can. Also, let me tell you a secret, come closer..."

"Mr. Lin, will this work?"

"I can’t say if you’ll have a son, but it can increase your wife’s chances of pregnancy," Lin Miao chuckled.

"Alright, thank you."

"Mr. Lin, I, I’m not very capable in that aspect and I’m always being complained about by my wife." The person who came in was a scribe who cleared the room, leaving just himself inside. Embarrassed, he spoke.

Another one with issues. Am I here to run a men’s clinic in prison?

"Let me see your tongue coating."

Lin Miao checked his pulse again. The tip of His tongue was bright red, with thin coating and a rapid, thin pulse—typical signs of kidney yin deficiency.

There is a very famous patent medicine for treating kidney yin deficiency called Six Flavor Rehmannia Elixir, which is specifically for supplementing yin and nourishing kidneys, the source of men’s vigor. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

While there’s no patent medicine available, there is a prescription. Pills are made for convenience, although decoctions actually work better.

"You need to take this medicine consistently for a while, at least more than two months. Additionally, you need to start abstaining, can’t have intercourse indiscriminately. How many wives and concubines do you have?"

"One wife and one concubine," the scribe said, blushing.

"Then you need to allocate your time wisely. You shouldn’t have intercourse more than four times a month. Actually, not having any is better, but I guess you can’t hold back. Besides, I’ll teach you a stamina exercise method. Come, learn from me..."

Lin Miao taught the "deep squat" method to him, recommending at least two hundred times a day. After all, he was a scribe, not a martial artist. If it were a martial artist and it didn’t work, then it really wouldn’t work.

"Alright, next..."

"Senior Sister, Xia Zhu, why are you here?" Sun Youwei and Xia Zhu suddenly appeared at the door, taking Lin Miao by surprise as he stood up.

Having witnessed this scene from outside, Sun Youwei’s heart was halfway at ease. Holding consultations in prison suggested that everything was fine.

At least Lin Miao wouldn’t be bullied in the cell.

As long as he isn’t bullied, then it’s alright. Everyone knows the darkness of the prisons of the Arresting Department; no sane person willingly stays there.

"We came to visit and brought you some clothes and bedding to change into," Sun Youwei’s eyes turned red as she saw Lin Miao.

"I’m fine, I’ll be out soon. You brought me so much stuff as if I’m staying for a long time," Lin Miao quickly tried to reassure her with a smile.

"Tang and his wife seemed quite honest, but to think they would do such a thing. They’re truly despicable, to treat you so heartlessly when you were so sincere towards them. It’s truly shameless!" Xia Zhu was fuming since the whole affair started with Tang and his wife.

"Xia Zhu, have you seen them since this happened?"

"They don’t dare show up; they’ve long since hidden away, hmph."

Lin Miao somewhat guessed. This might not have been something Tang and his wife could control; they were likely already powerless. Just ordinary folk, how could they contend with those behind the scenes?

Especially suffering from the pain of losing a son, which surely made them lose their rational judgment.

Not everyone can remain completely calm and objective under such grief and pain.

"I’m fine. I should be able to get out soon." Lin Miao said hastily, "Senior Sister, the cell is damp and cold, not good for your health. Don’t stay long; go home, wait for me."

"Junior Brother, there’s no rush. Xia Zhu has more to tell you." Sun Youwei nodded, giving Xia Zhu the opportunity to speak.

"Mr. Lin, I went to Anning Hall and checked their records for selling cinnabar. Very few use cinnabar, and since last year, apart from using it for medicinal rats, many physicians wouldn’t dare include it in prescriptions. So, the only sale was to old man Tang, three times in total. The most at one time was three qian, and the last time was just a day before Shang Youwei was poisoned and died. But the Shang Family is now sealed. If Shang Youwei took one qian and died from overconsumption, shouldn’t there be two qian remaining at home?" Xia Zhu quickly explained.

"Those two qian of cinnabar must still be there. If not, wouldn’t that prove the poisoners were none other than Tang and his wife? My prescription was for one qian. Now, if the overdose of three qian leads to death, then I’m not guilty," Lin Miao commented.

"No, it won’t be that simple..."

Cinnabar, in small amounts, isn’t deadly—every medical student knows this, it’s common knowledge. But if it accumulates, that’s different.

So, if Ye Shengyuan doesn’t want to be implicated, he needs to pin the blame on old man Tang.

And as long as he prescribed the medicine, how can one prove that taking one qian had no issue, but taking three led to death? Initially, Shang Youwei did take three qian without any problems. But every poison accumulates, reaching a critical point, possibly resulting in death.

This possibility cannot be explained, for there’s no evidence to support exactly how much or how many days of cinnabar leads to death.

But Lin Miao knew Shang Youwei didn’t consume the cinnabar for long. Even for chronic poisoning, it needed time to accumulate. Only taking too much cinnabar in a short period results in sudden death.

At least more than one qian of cinnabar must be ingested to lead to such a swift death.

But how do you prove Shang Youwei consumed at least one qian of cinnabar—perform an autopsy? Besides, old man Tang wouldn’t agree to that.

If they could find fingerprints besides the Shang family’s on the bowl he used, it could suggest a fourth party tampered with the medicine, indicating possible foul play.

But this would only suggest a possibility, not entirely clear his name.

The opposition crafted a clever trap, making it hard to clear his own name even if he could prove Shang Youwei’s death was unrelated to him.

This was encountering an opponent.