140: Wanyao Medical Clinic, Wanmin Pharmacy
Passing through this well-located street and walking toward the next, more secluded one, the flow of people suddenly thinned out significantly.
Not long after entering this street, Chu Shengfan saw a Medical Clinic hanging a sign that read 'Wanyao Hall'.
He walked inside; this Medical Clinic was clearly more focused on selling various Spirit Medicines, either prepared formulas or living medicinal plants.
Only a small portion of the space was used for patient consultations. Behind the consultation desk sat two doctors, one elderly and two middle-aged, spaced not far apart.
Furthermore, a verdant green bamboo stalk stood beside each of them, and the spiritual fluctuations coming from them revealed they were a type of Source Beast.
The elderly man had the highest Realm, being a Spirit Rank Contract Master, while the two middle-aged men were similar to Chu Shengfan, both at the Uncommon Rank.
The three doctors were not very busy, with a customer appearing only after a long interval.
The truly busy area was on the other side, where several young apprentices were rushing back and forth in front of the medicine cabinets, their feet barely touching the ground.
While Chu Shengfan stood in the medicine hall silently observing, a middle-aged man sitting behind the consultation desk took the initiative to ask him,
"You there, little brother, is there something you need?"
Hearing the question, Chu Shengfan snapped back to his senses and quickly walked closer to the consultation desk, cupping his hands as he replied,
"I wanted to ask if this Medical Clinic is hiring part-time physicians? I'd like to apply."
Hearing his words, all three behind the desk were somewhat surprised, but they did not show any signs of disdain.
The old man stroked his beard and looked at Chu Shengfan with a smile. "Little one, if you are applying to be a physician, you should go to the Immortal Medicine Clinic on the street ahead. They have a high flow of people and are the ones who most need a physician in residence."
A hint of embarrassment appeared on Chu Shengfan's face. "I have already gone to ask; they are no longer hiring physicians."
The middle-aged man who hadn't spoken yet raised an eyebrow and let out a sneer. "It's not that they aren't hiring; it's likely they saw how young you are and looked down on you."
Hearing his words, the younger man beside him helplessly tugged at his arm. "Brother, don't say it like that." Then he looked at Chu Shengfan with a bit of apology,
"Little brother, my brother is blunt and outspoken, please don't mind him."
Chu Shengfan shook his head; since it was the truth, he had nothing to mind.
"May I see your Medicine Beast?" the old man asked again.
Chu Shengfan looked at his palm. Amidst a shimmer of colorful light and shadow, a spirit butterfly with wings like layered petals—sometimes illusory, sometimes real—appeared at his fingertips.
The moment they saw the Myriad Flower Butterfly Spirit, a look of amazement flashed in the eyes of these three doctors, who seemed to share a single lineage.
The elderly doctor was able to sense even more; he could feel the dense medicinal Qi contained within the Myriad Flower Butterfly Spirit.
It seemed even richer than the medicinal Qi of the Verdant Medicine Spirit Bamboo passed down in their Family. Without needing a test, he could be certain that this Medicine Beast was of the type that excelled in healing.
He sized up Chu Shengfan, who stood in the hall, once more. He was dressed simply but was humble and polite, and to be an Uncommon Rank Contract Master at such a young age—
He wondered which influential Family's Young Master this was, sent out for training.
He smiled at Chu Shengfan. "Little one, as you can see, we are primarily a medicine hall. Consultations are not our main focus, and there aren't many patients coming and going.
Even if you were to work here part-time, I'm afraid you wouldn't earn much money."
Chu Shengfan felt a bit discouraged, but he also knew the old man's words made sense. Just as he was preparing to give his thanks and leave,
The old man changed his tune. "However, I can recommend you to a Medical Clinic that focuses on consultations. Go out of this street and turn right; on the nearby Chunyu Street, there is a place called the Wanmin Medical Clinic.
They mainly treat Contract Masters of the Mortal and Uncommon Ranks, and the flow of people is quite decent. You can go and try your luck there."
Upon hearing the old man mention the name of the Wanmin Medical Clinic, the expressions of the other two middle-aged men shifted, their eyes showing both melancholy and deep emotion.
Having been shown a path by the old man before him, Chu Shengfan's eyes lit up, and he bowed in thanks. "Thank you for your guidance, Old Gentleman."
"It's nothing. But when you get there, little one, do not say you were referred by my Wanyao Medical Clinic."
Chu Shengfan's brow furrowed slightly; it seemed there was some history between these two shops.
What the old man asked was no great matter, so Chu Shengfan immediately agreed and took his leave.
Following the old man's directions, Chu Shengfan walked through the streets and indeed found a shop named 'Wanmin Pharmacy'.
However, compared to the previous two, this Medical Clinic was much lower in terms of both storefront and decoration quality.
While the foot traffic couldn't compare to the first 'Immortal Medicine Clinic', people were still coming and going, and it didn't look idle.
He entered the medicine hall; the space wasn't large, with a few medicine shelves scattered about. Additionally, an old and a young person sat behind the consultation desk, treating the low-rank Contract Masters who came in.
The rest consisted of three attendants busy maintaining order or running to the medicine shelves to fill prescriptions.
Chu Shengfan approached the consultation desk without queuing. The old man's brow furrowed slightly, and he barked coldly, "Consultations require queuing. Go to the back."
Pausing for a moment, Chu Shengfan cupped his hands. "Old Gentleman, I am here to apply for a physician position. I wonder if you still need people here?"
Hearing Chu Shengfan's words, the old man's expression softened. He glanced sideways at Chu Shengfan, then stood up and pointed to the next patient in front of him.
"Come, I'll leave this one to you. Let me see your skill."
Chu Shengfan hadn't expected this old man to be the type who didn't like to waste words, starting a trial right away.
He looked at the patient in front of the old man; this was a male Contract Master at the Mortal Rank Middle Tier, appearing to be about thirty years old.
At this moment, the patient's gaze kept darting between the old man and Chu Shengfan, and when he looked at Chu Shengfan, his eyes were filled with suspicion.
The patient spoke up, "Dr. Cheng, how about you do it? What does this green boy know?"
The old man addressed as Dr. Cheng looked at the patient. "Just let him take a look first. I'll give you a follow-up check later, and I'll waive your consultation fee this time."
The patient didn't look like a wealthy man. Hearing this, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he turned toward Chu Shengfan. "Then you go first."
Chu Shengfan nodded. In truth, he actually agreed with the patient's words, because he really didn't know anything about treating illnesses—but his Source Beast did, and it could directly treat many conditions.
The Myriad Flower Butterfly Spirit flew out from beside his shoulder, its wings fluttering as it circled the patient's body. A faint, delicate fragrance naturally spread throughout the hall.
Many of the listless patients felt their complexions improve significantly upon smelling this fragrance.
The Myriad Flower Butterfly Spirit circled the patient's body a few times and then conveyed a certain emotion to Chu Shengfan.
Having received the information, Chu Shengfan spoke to the patient, "Please lift your arm and reveal the wound."
Hearing this, the patient lifted his arm and unwound the bandage wrapped around it, revealing a wound that was festering and emitting a faint, fishy stench.
It was an external injury. Chu Shengfan's expression relaxed considerably; the Myriad Flower Butterfly Spirit was particularly adept at treating external injuries, whereas it might not necessarily be able to treat internal ones.
The Myriad Flower Butterfly Spirit fluttered its wings and hovered above the exposed wound. Its wings vibrated slightly, and colorful phosphorescent powder fell from between them, like a shower of colorful flower petals.