Eternal Beast Taming Family

After passing through this well-located street and heading towards the next, more secluded one, the flow of people suddenly decreased significantly.

Not long after entering the street, Chu Shengfan saw a clinic with a sign that read "Wan Yao Tang" (Ten Thousand Medicines Hall).

Upon entering, it became clear that this clinic was more inclined to sell various medicinal herbs, either pre-prepared or from living plants.

Only a small portion of the space was used for consultations with patients. Behind the consultation table, two doctors, one elderly and the other middle-aged, sat not far apart.

Moreover, each of them was supported by a verdant bamboo stalk, the spiritual energy emanating from it clearly belonging to a source beast.

The elderly man was the most powerful, a Spirit Rank Contract Master, while the two middle-aged men were roughly the same level as Chu Shengfan, both at the Other Rank.

The three doctors weren't very busy; a customer would arrive only after a long interval.

On the other side, however, several young apprentices were busy dispensing medicine, their feet barely touching the ground as they worked in front of the various medicine cabinets.

Just as Chu Shengfan was silently observing in the pharmacy, a middle-aged man sitting behind the consultation table took the initiative to ask him a question.

"Young man, is there anything you need?"

Hearing the question, Chu Shengfan snapped out of his reverie and quickly moved closer to the examination table, cupping his hands in a respectful gesture as he replied:

"I'd like to ask if your clinic hires part-time doctors? I'd like to apply."

Hearing his words, the three people behind the consultation table were somewhat surprised, but none of them showed any disgust.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled at Chu Shengfan. "Young man, if you're applying for a doctor's job, you should go to the Immortal Medicine Clinic on that street ahead. They have a lot of customers there, so they need doctors the most."

Chu Shengfan's face showed a slight embarrassment. "I've already asked, and they're no longer hiring doctors there."

The middle-aged man, who hadn't spoken until now, raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "It's not that we don't want to hire, it's just that we look down on you because you're so young."

Hearing his words, the young man beside him helplessly tugged at his arm, "Brother, don't say that." Then he looked at Chu Shengfan with a hint of apology.

"Young man, my brother is just outspoken, please don't mind him."

Chu Shengfan shook his head. It was the truth, and he had nothing to mind.

"May I see your medicinal beast?" the old man asked again.

Chu Shengfan looked at his palm, and amidst the dappled light and shadow, a butterfly with wings like layered petals, sometimes illusory and sometimes real, appeared at his fingertips.

The moment they saw "Myriad Flower Butterfly Spirit," a look of amazement flashed in the eyes of the three physicians, who seemed to share a common lineage.

The old physician could sense even more; he could feel the strong medicinal aura contained within the "Myriad Flower Butterfly Spirit".

It seemed to have a more concentrated medicinal aura than the "Azure Spirit Bamboo" passed down in their family. Without even conducting experiments, he could tell that this medicinal beast was one that was extremely skilled at healing.

He looked Chu Shengfan up and down again as he stood in the lobby. He was simply dressed, but humble and polite. To be such a young man, and already a contract master of a different rank…

I wonder which wealthy family's young master he is, sent out here for training.

He smiled at Chu Shengfan, "Little one, as you can see, this is mainly a pharmacy; medical consultations aren't our primary focus, and we don't have many patients coming and going."

Even if you come here part-time, you probably won't earn much money.

Chu Shengfan was somewhat discouraged, but he also knew that the old man in front of him made sense. He was about to thank him and leave when...

The old man then changed the subject, "However, I can recommend a clinic to you. They mainly provide medical consultations. Turn right after you exit this street; there's a clinic called Wanmin Clinic on Chunyu Street next to it."

It mainly serves contract masters of the mortal and extraordinary levels, and there's a decent flow of people there. You could give it a try.

Upon hearing the old man mention the name of Wanmin Medical Clinic, the expressions of the other two middle-aged men changed, their eyes seemingly filled with both melancholy and emotion.

The old man pointed out a path to Chu Shengfan, and Chu Shengfan's eyes lit up. He cupped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you for your guidance, sir."

"It's alright, but when you get there, little one, don't say that you were referred by my Wan Yao Medical Clinic."

Chu Shengfan frowned slightly; it seemed that the two shops had some connection.

The old man's words weren't a big deal, so Chu Shengfan readily agreed and took his leave.

Following the old man's instructions, Chu Shengfan walked down the street and indeed found a shop called "Wanmin Pharmacy".

However, this clinic is much lower in terms of both storefront and decoration compared to the previous two.

Although it wasn't as busy as the first "Immortal Medicine Clinic," it was still bustling with people and didn't seem to be idle.

Upon entering the pharmacy, the space was not large, with a few medicine shelves scattered around. An old man and a young man sat behind the consultation table, examining the low-level contract masters who came to the clinic.

The rest were just three servants busy arranging things or running to the medicine shelf to get medicine.

Chu Shengfan approached the consultation table without queuing. The old man frowned slightly and coldly rebuked him, "You need to queue for a consultation. Go to the back."

Chu Shengfan paused, then cupped his hands in greeting. "Sir, I'm here to apply for a doctor's position. I was wondering if you're still hiring?"

Upon hearing Chu Shengfan's words, the old man's expression softened. He glanced at Chu Shengfan, then stood up and pointed to the next patient in front of him.

"Here, this one is yours. Let me see your strength."

Chu Shengfan hadn't expected that this old man was the kind of person who didn't want to waste any words and immediately started his internship.

He looked at the patient in front of the old man. This was a male contract master of the middle mortal level, who looked to be about thirty years old.

At this moment, the patient's eyes kept darting between the old man and Chu Shengfan, and when he looked at Chu Shengfan, his eyes were full of suspicion.

The patient spoke up, "Dr. Cheng, why don't you do it? What does this young upstart know?"

The elderly man, referred to as Dr. Cheng, looked at the patient and said, "Let him take a look first. I'll give you a follow-up visit later, and this consultation fee will be waived."

The patient didn't look wealthy, but upon hearing this, a hint of joy appeared on his face. He turned to look at Chu Shengfan and said, "Then you go first."

Chu Shengfan nodded. In fact, he somewhat agreed with the patient's words, because he really didn't know anything about treating illnesses, but his source beast did, and could directly treat many ailments.

The "Myriad Flower Butterfly Spirit" flew out from his shoulder, fluttering its wings as it approached the patient's body, and a faint fragrance naturally spread throughout the hall.

Many patients who were originally listless found their complexion improved significantly after smelling this fragrance.

The "Myriad Flower Butterfly Spirit" circled the patient's body a few times before conveying some kind of emotion to Chu Shengfan.

Having received the information, Chu Shengfan addressed the patient, "Please raise your arm and expose the wound."

Upon hearing this, the patient raised his arm and then unwrapped the bandages from his arm, revealing a rotting wound with a faint, fishy smell.

It was an external injury, and Chu Shengfan's expression relaxed considerably. The "Myriad Flower Butterfly Spirit" was particularly adept at treating external injuries, but it might not be able to treat internal injuries.

The "Myriad Flower Butterfly Spirit" fluttered its wings and came over the exposed wound. Its wings trembled slightly, and colorful phosphorescent powder fell from between its wings, like a colorful rain of petals.