"Then... doesn't that make me a famous doctor?" This thought suddenly popped into James Carter's mind, instantly igniting a sense of hope within him. Wouldn't this mean he now had a way to make money? If he used this method to earn money, maybe he really could make two hundred million within a year. It seemed his uncle hadn't given him such conditions out of thin air—he had already given him such a great cheat code.

He immediately began to carefully recall the vast knowledge in his mind. Besides many pill-refining methods related to cultivation, there were even more prescriptions for treating illnesses. If he could refine these pills and use them to treat diseases, he wondered if they would actually be effective.

Fortunately, the thought that James Carter had didn't reach the ears of the master who had left his spiritual sense in the jade pendant back then. Otherwise, that master would definitely have been so angry he'd cough up blood. Before embarking on the path of cultivation, this master had been a renowned physician of his generation, who had comprehended the supreme Dao of alchemy through saving lives and helping the world. One could imagine how superb his medical skills were.

Originally, James Carter had given up hope on pill refining, but after wandering around the Chinese medicine shop, hope surged in his heart once again—and it was a strong hope. He immediately returned to the pharmacy, but there was already a middle-aged couple buying medicine there. Both were dressed in expensive clothes and had an extraordinary air about them, clearly people of means, but their faces were filled with deep anxiety.

This was also a learning opportunity. James Carter watched as the shop assistant took out various medicines from the cabinet in the back, weighed and packed them. The names were written on the medicine boxes, so James Carter also knew what medicines they were getting.

"Are these the best kinds of medicine?" the middle-aged woman asked anxiously.

The young shop assistant immediately replied, "Of course they're the best. Our Chun Cao Tang's Chinese medicine is definitely the best in Pingyang City. You can check out any pharmacy—none can compare to ours."

The woman was still a bit uneasy and said, "I know Chun Cao Tang sells the best Chinese medicine in Pingyang, but the old Chinese doctor who wrote this prescription specifically said that several of these medicines must be of the highest quality, or else the prescription won't be effective."

"Don't worry, there's absolutely no problem," the young man selling the medicine said confidently, not caring about her concerns. After all, he knew the medicine they sold here was definitely the best in Pingyang.

At this moment, James Carter suddenly felt an impulse, and this impulse actually made him walk straight up to the middle-aged couple and say, "May I take a look at your medicine?"

The couple looked at James Carter in confusion. The man asked suspiciously, "Young man, do you work here?"

"No! I'm also here to buy medicine."

"Then why do you want to look at our medicine... what do you mean by that?"

Taking a deep breath, James Carter tried to speak in as calm a tone as possible: "I know a bit about medicinal properties and can more or less tell the quality of the medicine. Since you said the prescription has high requirements, let me help you take a look."

The middle-aged couple's eyes lit up, but they still looked at James Carter warily. There were many scammers nowadays who would strike up a conversation in a pharmacy and then trick buyers into believing them, selling fake medicine and the like.

But this time, since the quality requirements were so high, they had no choice but to give it a try. The man said, "Then we'll trouble you, young man."

James Carter unceremoniously opened one of the medicine packets, and a new medicine name immediately appeared in his mind, with the words "inferior grade" in front.

"Inferior grade honeysuckle, the quality is very poor." James Carter still used the medicine names of this world.

The young shop assistant's face changed, but he didn't say much.

"Inferior grade Sichuan bark, medium grade codonopsis..."

Each time James Carter looked at a medicine, he would state its quality, feeling extremely pleased inside. This way, he could learn about medicinal properties without spending any money, which was a huge advantage for someone as down and out as he was.

"Hey, hey, stop talking nonsense! All the medicine in our Chun Cao Tang is self-harvested and prepared—it's definitely good stuff, and yet you're calling it all inferior grade," the young shop assistant protested loudly, clearly unhappy.

James Carter touched each of the remaining medicinal herbs one by one, continuously stating their quality, and only after he finished did he smile faintly and say, "Whether you believe me or not is up to you. I'm just telling the truth."

After learning the properties of sixteen kinds of medicine, James Carter was already satisfied. He also knew he had offended the shop assistant and couldn't buy medicine here anymore, so he simply turned and left, planning to check out other pharmacies. After all, there were at least several hundred pharmacies in Pingyang City, with dozens selling Chinese medicine. If he learned about a dozen kinds at each one, he could learn quite a lot.

Most importantly, after touching a few of the herbs, a prescription actually appeared in James Carter's mind. The prescription used several of the herbs he had just identified, combined to treat certain illnesses. And after touching all sixteen herbs, he actually knew eight prescriptions—truly miraculous. When all sixteen herbs were combined, there was even a prescription for regenerating muscle and promoting blood circulation, used to treat muscle atrophy.