Chapter 86: Visiting the Butterfly House
Ye Lingling's Nine-Heart Begonia was indeed a "miracle" in medicine.
Lin Yang knew this better than anyone.
But precisely because of this, he had to make things clear beforehand.
Once the healing effects of the Nine-Heart Begonia were revealed in the Butterfly House, what would the consequences be?
Those plagued by injuries and illness would swarm in like sharks smelling blood!
The Butterfly House's reputation would echo throughout the entire Heaven Dou City overnight.
And then what?
Then the Butterfly House would gain no benefits at all.
This forced fame would only become a burden weighing down the Butterfly House.
There are endless patients, and human hearts are biased.
If you save a critically ill patient with the Nine-Heart Begonia, they will naturally be moved to tears and want to worship you.
But if you make another patient with milder symptoms take medicine and recover slowly...
Do you think they would feel grateful? Or resentful?
Of course, he wouldn't say these words out loud.
But that thorn would remain stuck in the heart until it stank, festered, and rotted, eventually turning into one of a thousand malicious words.
"Fear not scarcity, but inequality," and "A small favor breeds gratitude, a large one breeds resentment"—haven't such things happened countless times throughout history?
As for making money?
Heh!
Eight out of ten people coming here for treatment are commoners; how much money could they have?
Not only was Lin Yang not making a profit, he was even subsidizing it out of his own pocket.
It was only through the sale of blood coagulation powder and antidotes that the Butterfly House managed to break even.
Besides, using Martial Soul Abilities for healing wouldn't be of much help to Ye Lingling either.
It wasn't some cultivation World where saving lives could accumulate Karma.
Frequently using her Martial Soul would only make people treat the Nine-Heart Begonia as a tool to be taken for granted, and it might even delay Ye Lingling's Cultivation.
The loss outweighed the gain!
Therefore, Lin Yang didn't want Ye Lingling to expose her Martial Soul.
Even if she had to use it, it should only be done in private and must never be discovered.
After hearing this, a strange light flashed in Ye Lingling's eyes.
She didn't argue but simply asked, "Then what should I do?"
"For the next few days, follow Catherine. She's already quite skilled at handling common injuries."
Lin Yang paused and then added, "I recall the Ye family also knows medicine. How much have you learned?"
For a moment, Ye Lingling's expression behind her veil stiffened, and her earlobes turned slightly red.
After a long silence, she lowered her eyes and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "I... I don't know any."
She had the Nine-Heart Begonia; she could heal people just by using a Soul skills, so why would she need to learn those things?
Lin Yang sighed softly; people are naturally prone to inertia.
The existence of Martial Souls had raised the upper limits of this World in every aspect, but it also created a dependency.
Even terminal illnesses could be cured through the healing of a Martial Soul, provided there was enough time.
In the eyes of ordinary people, if even a Soul Master couldn't do something, then naturally, they couldn't either.
This had already become common knowledge for everyone.
Lin Yang pulled back his thoughts and said in a calm tone, "It's fine. If you're willing, you can start learning from the basics here at the Butterfly House."
Ye Lingling nodded almost without hesitation, "I'm willing!"
Lin Yang didn't say much more. He took her around to introduce the other girls working at the Butterfly House one by one and gave her a tour of the entire layout.
Finally, the three of them stopped in front of Lin Yang's laboratory.
This was the largest room in the Butterfly House and its core.
Opening the door, the entire room was divided into two areas.
One side was a typical laboratory space, filled with various beakers, test tubes, and jars containing solutions of different colors.
It looked no different from some medicine-refining workshop.
But the other side was a completely different scene.
A huge sealed container stood there, made entirely of metal with a smooth surface that showed nothing special.
Only by getting closer could one notice several hatch-like entrances around the container.
No one but Lin Yang knew what this container was for.
In reality, this seemingly mysterious container was just a shell.
If it were cut open, the sight inside would be enough to make anyone's skin crawl.
Inside was a honeycomb-like support structure formed by densely interwoven flesh and bone.
One could even clearly see the network of blood vessels beneath the flesh pulsating slightly.
Additionally, there were many tiny tentacles inside the container, moving flexibly through every corner.
These were Lin Yang's flesh—living flesh!
For convenience, Lin Yang had used his own flesh to create this reactor, and he had even developed a secondary brain inside it.
This brain lacked independent consciousness; without Lin Yang's control, it could only perform basic operations.
However, with this secondary brain, even if Lin Yang wasn't at the Butterfly House, this flesh reactor could perform minimal drug synthesis according to his pre-set programs.
This would free Lin Yang up.
But he knew the reality of his own creation.
This thing was useful, but it was just too terrifying.
It was practically a Douluo-style Cthulhu, so Lin Yang never gave much of an introduction to it.
After the tour of the Butterfly House, Ye Lingling officially joined.
Like Lin Yang, she only needed to come to the Butterfly House for an hour or two in the evening to assist Catherine.
She could also listen in when Lin Yang was teaching Catherine.
Occasionally, if there was something she didn't understand, she would ask for clarification privately afterward.
In special classes, for a more intuitive experience, teaching tools were required—specifically, our anatomical teacher.
This anatomical teacher, who already had some "teaching experience," had long since been torn to pieces under Catherine's dissection.
Muscles, bones, blood vessels, and nerves were displayed in categories, like a piece of art that had been dismantled and then carefully exhibited.
But not everyone could accept this kind of "artwork."
When Catherine, as usual, brought out the "anatomical teacher" without batting an eye, Ye Lingling's expression changed drastically for the first time.
That perpetually indifferent face first froze, and then the color slowly drained from it.
Her eyes widened and her pupils contracted—shock, disgust, and terror flickered across her face in rapid succession.
Finally, it coalesced into an uncontrollable wave of nausea.
Under the gaze of Lin Yang and Catherine, she turned and ran.
She rushed to a corner of the courtyard, leaned against the wall, and threw up.
Standing at the door and seeing this, Lin Yang's mouth twitched. "...I forgot to tell her about this."
Catherine poked her head out from inside, looking innocent. "Teacher, did I scare Sister Lingling?"
"It's fine," Lin Yang waved his hand. "It's always like this the first time. You get used to it after vomiting a few times."
No sooner had he spoken than an even louder retching sound came from the corner.
Lin Yang and Catherine looked at each other and shrugged, not daring to say another word.
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