Douluo Continent: I came from Demon Slayer!

But what really surprised him was that the clinic came to him.

She was a middle-aged woman, dressed elegantly and meticulously, speaking with a reserved politeness and a hint of barely perceptible arrogance.

She claimed to be the manager of the Huichun Pharmacy in the south of the city. She had heard about Lin Yang's medical skills and wanted to hire him as a resident physician, offering a very high salary.

At the time, Lin Yang was quite depressed. Treating patients was something he did casually, not something he really intended to pursue as a doctor.

So he declined without even thinking about it.

When the middle-aged woman left, her face was extremely ugly, clearly not expecting Lin Yang to be so disrespectful to her.

Lin Yang didn't care about her at all and forgot about her as soon as he turned his back on her.

Then came a second and a third group, but unsurprisingly, they were all rejected.

These rumors, instead of boosting Lin Yang's reputation, actually enhanced his fame.

With increased fame came all sorts of strange and unusual rumors.

Some say he has a strange temper and doesn't like to talk to people; others say he must have offended someone to be willing to stay in such a remote alley.

While Lin Yang was listening to Keynes's account, he was tending to an injured person's arm. Without even looking up, he casually remarked,

"Nonsense!"

Keynes chuckled.

The injured man was a young herb gatherer who was visiting for the first time and was tense all over.

However, Lin Yang ignored all of that and his hands moved so fast that afterimages appeared.

He quickly and efficiently stitched up the wound, applied his homemade ointment, and then bandaged it.

"Alright, don't touch water for three days," Lin Yang said, turning around to wash his hands.

"Thank you, Dr. Lin..." The herb gatherer quickly stood up and bowed slightly.

How much is the consultation fee?

Lin Yang glanced at his sallow and emaciated face and shook his head: "One copper soul coin."

The herb gatherer's expression changed, and he stammered, "This...how can this be?"

"If you really feel bad about it, bring me back any unusual herbs you find in the future," Lin Yang said casually.

The herb gatherer nodded repeatedly, handed over a copper soul coin, and left with profuse thanks.

Keynes leaned closer, winking, "Dr. Lin, that's a brilliant move! Having these people help you find the medicine is much easier than you going into the mountains yourself."

Lin Yang ignored him and lowered his head to pack up his tools. The herb gatherer was the last patient.

Since the number of injured people at his clinic increased, he has fixed a schedule of only two hours a day, and will not wait for anyone after that.

He cannot let treating other people's illnesses interfere with his own spiritual cultivation.

Seeing that Keynes showed no sign of leaving, Lin Yang finally raised his head, a faint smile on his face.

"Speak, what do you want from me?"

Upon hearing this, Keynes' face showed a clear hint of unease, his eyes filled with a sense of avoidance and apprehension. After hesitating for a few seconds, he spoke softly.

"Dr. Lin, actually I have a younger sister..."

younger sister?

Lin Yang's heart skipped a beat. Could this guy be trying to play matchmaker for him?

Just as I was about to refuse, I heard Keynes continue speaking.

"She wants to become your disciple."

Lin Yang was taken aback at first, then blurted out, "Become my apprentice?"

"Um!"

Keynes, now fully committed, nodded emphatically.

"My sister Catherine is eleven years old. She is very smart and kind-hearted. Dr. Lin, please take her in."

Lin Yang, who had been presumptuous, blushed and coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment.

Studying medicine is not an easy thing.

"I know," Keynes said earnestly.

"But I believe my sister will persevere."

Lin Yang did not answer immediately, but lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.

More and more people have been coming to the courtyard lately, some with only simple external injuries, so it's really not worth him having to do everything himself.

Having an assistant to help him would lighten his burden, which would be a win-win situation.

"Then bring her over tomorrow, I'll take a look, and if she's suitable, I'll accept her."

Keynes' face lit up with joy: "Thank you, Dr. Lin."

After saying that, Keynes couldn't wait to go back and tell his sister the good news.

Before he could take two steps, he stopped, turned to Lin Yang, and said...

"Dr. Lin, are you sure you don't want to give your clinic a name?"

"name?"

Lin Yang was taken aback, then looked around.

This place was originally just a temporary stop for him, but unexpectedly, after more than a month, it gradually developed into a medical clinic.

Although there is no sign for a clinic, to many people, this is a clinic.

As if he had thought of something, Lin Yang's lips curled up slightly, and he said calmly,

Let's call it "Butterfly House".

Consider it a tribute to the Butterfly Sisters.

The Butterfly Sisters are kind-hearted. After the Demon Slayer Corps disbanded, they inherited the Butterfly Mansion and dedicated themselves to helping the poor and needy.

He has stumbled onto this path by accident, and in a way, he is continuing the goals of the Butterfly Sisters.

I wonder if, if he becomes a god one day, he will be able to find the world where Demon Slayer is located?

As he was lost in thought, Keynes silently pondered the name "Butterfly House" a couple of times.

Although it feels a bit delicate, it seems strangely suitable.

"Then I'll have someone make a signboard tomorrow."

Keynes didn't give Lin Yang a chance to refute at all. He simply waved his hand and swaggered away from the courtyard with an air of indifference.

Early the next morning, Keynes arrived at the courtyard with a plaque and a little girl of about ten years old.

"Dr. Lin, this is my sister, Catherine!"

Lin Yang, who was drying herbs, looked up.

The little girl stood in the courtyard, dressed simply, clutching the faded hem of her clothes in her hand.

Unlike Keynes, who looked older than his age, Catherine was more delicate and seemed to have a more reserved personality.

Catherine bowed slightly, a little awkwardly, and said softly, "Hello, Dr. Lin!"

Lin Yang nodded and casually asked, "Have you awakened your martial soul? How much soul power do you have?"

A hint of sadness flashed in Catherine's eyes. She cupped her hands in front of her, and a large, pure white flower bud slowly appeared before her.

"Dr. Lin, my martial soul is the epiphyllum, and I have no soul power."

Lin Yang understood that those with soul power were ultimately a minority, and children like Catherine were the norm.

"Alright, put it away," Lin Yang said, his expression turning serious.

"Why do you want to be a doctor? Even if you don't become a Soul Master, you have many other options."

"I..." Catherine glanced at Keynes beside her and said in a deep voice,

"I didn't want to see my brother get hurt, so I had to grit my teeth and bear it."

Keynes touched his nose and said nothing.

"I...I don't want to see anyone like my sister, who has to die regretfully because they can't get timely treatment...I don't want that either..."

As she spoke, Catherine seemed to recall something sad, and large tears slid down her cheeks, landing on her collar.

Keynes, standing to the side, wore a look of sadness and helplessness.

This is the predicament faced by people at the bottom of society; just surviving... takes all their strength.

Lin Yang raised his hand in time: "Alright, you can stay."

Catherine quickly looked up, tears still on her face.

He tried to wipe away his tears, but the more he wiped, the more tears streamed down his face, leaving him with an expression that suggested he wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"Thank you, Dr. Lin!"

"However, I must make this clear from the start," Lin Yang said, looking at her with a flat tone.

"Being a doctor not only requires enduring hardship, but most importantly, perseverance. If you can't persevere, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"I...I can do it," a determined glint flashed in Catherine's eyes.

"Alright, then you'll be an apprentice at the Butterfly Mansion for now!"

"Yes, teacher!"

That simple word "teacher" led to the emergence of a "Quiet Flower Goddess" on this continent in the future.