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Li, a native of Wenjiang, was highly renowned for his medical skills and lived in affluent circumstances. A wealthy man in Chongren County fell critically ill and invited Li to treat him, agreeing to reward him with five hundred *guan* (strings of cash) upon recovery. After ten days of treatment by Li, the condition did not improve, so Li requested to return home. The patient's family, dissatisfied with the lack of efficacy, casually gifted him two hundred *guan* as remuneration, after which he departed. Subsequently, they engaged Wang, a physician from Linchuan. Li explained the details of the wealthy man's illness to Wang. Wang said, "Since you could not cure him, my going there would be futile." Li replied, "Not so. My pulse diagnosis was precise, and my prescription was appropriate. Why has the master's illness not resolved? It is likely that my fortune is poor, and I am unworthy of enjoying such wealth. The remaining herbs are still here; if I go to examine him, his illness will surely heal." Wang respected Li greatly and followed his advice exactly regarding pulse diagnosis and medication, only changing the guiding herbs (*tangshi*) of the decoction. Three days later, the wealthy man recovered. His family was overjoyed and rewarded Wang with five thousand *min*. Upon returning to the commandery, Wang immediately visited Li and offered him half of the reward. Li firmly declined, saying, "The reward for curing the illness is due to your merit; what does it have to do with me?" The two men yielded to each other, and people at the time all sighed in admiration. Alas! How different this is from those in the world who slander their peers, envy the virtuous, and are jealous of talent (Selected from *Zecong Lu*).

Zhihe, an Imperial Physician from our hometown, treated illnesses diligently; whenever summoned, he would go and always strive to help. One day, an old woman stopped him on the road, weeping and telling him, "My grandson is critically ill and near death. We are too poor to afford medicine. Could you pity us?" Zhihe cheerfully went to examine him. After diagnosing the pulse, he prescribed medicine, wrapped several doses, and instructed, "Open this package after ten days." When the illness had healed and the package was opened, it contained paper money (*chubu*, used as spirit money). The old woman returned to ask Zhihe about this. Zhihe said, "Your grandson's illness was caused by accumulated sorrow and worry. Although he has recovered now, how can we know it won't recur due to poverty and hardship? I devised this plan to comfort your grandson's heart and ensure you have support in your old age." The mother and son were moved to tears, bowed in gratitude, and left. Chen Pinfu, a contemporary, was a close friend of my father, Zhengxian Jun. He was well-versed in various medical classics, integrating them thoroughly and profoundly. His prescriptions and preparations often differed from others. Whenever responding to requests, he did not discriminate between rich and poor. Once, a woman suffering from a strange disease postpartum invited Chen to treat her, offering jewelry worth thirty *jin* as thanks. Chen agreed. After she recovered, her husband hosted a banquet and brought the agreed-upon items. Chen said, "My previous agreement was merely to establish trust with you and your wife. Jewelry is dear to women; how could I bear to take it?" He insisted on refusing and left. Alas! Those in the world who take advantage of danger to seek profit, upon hearing of the deeds of these two gentlemen, must surely sweat with shame on their foreheads.