Chapter 56: Butterfly House
However, what truly surprised him was that a medical hall had come knocking on his door.
It was a middle-aged woman, dressed elegantly and meticulously, speaking with a touch of reserved politeness and a hint of subtle arrogance.
She claimed to be a manager from the Huichun Medicine Hall in the south of the city. Having heard of Lin Yang's medical skills, she wanted to invite him to be a resident physician, offering a quite high salary.
At that time, Lin Yang was somewhat annoyed. Treating patients and saving people was just something he did in passing; he didn't actually intend to develop a career as a physician.
So, without a second thought, he directly declined.
When the middle-aged woman left, her expression was extremely unsightly. Clearly, she hadn't expected Lin Yang to give her so little Face.
Lin Yang, however, didn't care about her at all and put the matter out of his mind immediately.
After that, a second and third wave of people came, but unsurprisingly, they were all rejected.
As news of this spread, Lin Yang's reputation actually rose to another level.
With great fame came all sorts of strange and bizarre rumors.
Some said he had a peculiar temper and didn't like dealing with people; others said he had offended someone and was only willing to hide away in such a remote alley.
When Lin Yang heard Kains relaying these rumors, he was busy treating an injured person's arm. Without raising his head, he remarked indifferently,
"Nonsense!"
Kains chuckled heartily.
The patient was a young herb gatherer visiting for the first time, so nervous that his whole body was tense.
Lin Yang ignored this, his hands moving so fast they left afterimages.
He efficiently sutured the wound, applied his self-made ointment, and then bandaged it.
"Alright, don't let it touch water for three days," Lin Yang said, turning to wash his hands.
"Thank you, Physician Lin..." The herb gatherer hurriedly stood up and bowed slightly.
"How much is the consultation fee?"
Lin Yang looked at his sallow, emaciated Face and shook his head: "One bronze coin."
The herb gatherer's expression changed, and he stammered, "This... how can that be enough?"
"If you really feel bad about it, just bring me back a specimen if you find any unique herbs in the future," Lin Yang said casually.
The herb gatherer nodded repeatedly, handed over a bronze coin, and left with a thousand thanks.
Kains leaned in, winking: "Physician Lin, that's a brilliant move. Having these people find herbs for you is much easier than going into the mountains yourself."
Lin Yang ignored him and looked down to pack his tools; the herb gatherer just now was the last patient.
Since the number of injured people coming to him had increased, he had fixed his hours to only two hours a day, with no service after that.
He couldn't let treating people delay his own Cultivation.
Seeing that Kains still had no intention of leaving, Lin Yang finally looked up with a faint smile on his Face.
"Speak up, what do you want from me?"
Hearing this, a flash of awkwardness crossed Kains's Face. His eyes were a bit evasive and nervous. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said softly,
"Physician Lin, actually, I have a sister..."
A sister?
Lin Yang's heart skipped a beat. This guy couldn't be trying to play matchmaker, could he?
Just as he was thinking of how to refuse, he heard Kains continue,
"She wants to take you as her master."
Lin Yang was stunned at first, then blurted out: "Apprenticeship?"
"Yes!"
Kains went all in now, nodding heavily.
"My sister Catherine is eleven years old. She's very smart and has a good heart. Physician Lin, please take her in."
Lin Yang, feeling a bit embarrassed by his own self-importance, gave a light cough to hide his awkwardness.
"Learning medicine is not an easy task."
"I know," Kains said with a serious Face.
"But I believe my sister will definitely persevere."
Lin Yang didn't answer immediately but looked down and thought for a moment.
Lately, more and more people were coming to the small courtyard. Some only had simple external injuries; it really wasn't worth him doing everything personally.
If he had an assistant to help handle things, it would lighten his burden—a win-win situation.
"Then bring her over tomorrow. I'll take a look, and if she's suitable, I'll take her in."
Kains's Face immediately lit up with joy: "Thank you, Physician Lin!"
Having said that, Kains couldn't wait to go back and tell his sister the good news.
However, before he had gone two steps, he stopped, turned back to Lin Yang, and said,
"Physician Lin, are you sure you don't want to give your medical hall a name?"
"A name?"
Lin Yang was taken aback, then looked around him.
This was originally just a temporary place for him to stay. He hadn't expected that after more than a month, it would gradually evolve into a medical hall by accident.
Even though there was no medical hall sign hanging, to many people, this was a medical hall.
As if thinking of something, the corners of Lin Yang's mouth curled up, and he said softly,
"Let's call it 'Butterfly House'."
Consider it a memorial to the Kochou sisters.
The Kochou sisters were kind-hearted. After the Demon Slayer Corps disbanded, they inherited the Butterfly House and devoted themselves to practicing medicine and helping the World, treating more poor people.
He had now stumbled onto this path as well, which could be considered a continuation of the Kochou sisters' goals.
He wondered, if he became a god one day, would he be able to find the World where demon slayer took place?
While he was lost in thought, Kains silently mulled over the name 'Butterfly House'.
Though it felt a bit delicate, it seemed strangely appropriate.
"Then I'll have someone make a plaque tomorrow."
Kains didn't even give Lin Yang a chance to object. He waved his hand and left the courtyard with a swaggering, arrogant gait.
Early the next morning, Kains arrived at the courtyard with a plaque and a young girl about ten years old.
"Physician Lin, this is my sister, Catherine!"
Lin Yang, who was drying herbs, looked up.
The young girl stood in the yard in simple clothes, clutching the corner of her faded shirt in her hands.
Unlike Kains, who looked older than his age, Catherine was quite delicate and seemed rather introverted.
Catherine bowed slightly with a hint of awkwardness and said softly, "Hello, Physician Lin!"
Lin Yang nodded and asked casually, "Have you undergone Martial Soul Awakening? What is your Soul Power level?"
A flash of gloominess appeared in Catherine's eyes. She cupped her hands together, and a large, pure white flower bud slowly appeared before her.
"Physician Lin, my Martial Soul is the Epiphyllum, and I have no Soul Power."
Lin Yang understood. Those with Soul Power were the minority after all; children like Catherine were the norm.
"Alright, put it away," Lin Yang said, his expression turning serious. "Why do you want to be a physician? Even if you can't walk the path of a Soul Master, you have many other choices."
"I..." Catherine looked at Kains beside her and said solemnly,
"I don't want to see my brother get injured and have to just grit his teeth and endure it."
Kains rubbed his nose from the side, saying nothing.
"I... I also don't want to see anyone else end up like my big sister, who passed away in regret because she couldn't get timely treatment... I don't want..."
As she spoke, Catherine seemed to remember something sad. Large tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, splashing onto her collar.
Beside her, Kains's Face was filled with sorrow and helplessness.
This was the predicament faced by those at the bottom of society. Just surviving... already took all their strength.
Lin Yang raised his hand in time: "Alright, you can stay."
Catherine quickly looked up, her Face still wet with tears.
She tried to wipe them away, but they only flowed faster. She wore an expression of wanting to smile but being unable to.
"Thank you, Physician Lin!"
"But let me give you the hard truth first," Lin Yang looked at her, his tone flat.
"Being a physician means not only enduring hardship but, most importantly, perseverance. If you can't stick with it yourself, don't blame me for being heartless."
"I... I can do it," a flash of determination appeared in Catherine's eyes.
"Good, then you shall be an apprentice in the Butterfly House for now!"
"Yes, Teacher!"
With this simple address of "Teacher," this continent would gain an "Epiphyllum Goddess" in the future.
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