Douluo: Jianmu Martial Soul, Am I an Abomination of Abundance?

To be honest, I didn't expect them to learn much. As long as they could treat minor injuries and illnesses, that would be enough. That would count as an initial success in spreading the teachings.

For serious injuries and illnesses, weren't there still auxiliary Spirit Masters? They couldn't ruin everything just to prove themselves.

Developing a mature school of practice had to be done step by step.

Hearing this, the three had no objections and all nodded. "For you, our benefactor, we are willing."

Mu Ci shook his head. "Not for me. For yourselves, and for the others who might fall ill.

"You don't want to experience another plague, do you? You don't want to see your family lying in sickbeds while you can do nothing, do you?"

However, Mu Ci also understood that it was unrealistic to make these people understand his ideas in such a short time, so he stopped there.

"Let's leave it at that for now. I need to prepare some things over the next few days. Come find me in three days."

Afterward, Du Lan and the other two left Mu Mansion under the guidance of a maid.

Mu Ci also needed to arrange everything over the next few days.

The Clinic Opens

At dusk, Mu Ci passed through the courtyard gate and arrived outside Lin Ya's bedroom, where he knocked on the door.

Knock, knock!

The hollow knocking echoed far into the distance.

Before long, Lin Ya opened the door. Dressed in a white training robe, she looked at Mu Ci in confusion. "Xiao Ci, what is it?"

Mu Ci looked up at Lin Ya. "Grandmother, I have something to tell you."

"Then come in first."

Mu Ci closed the door and skillfully took a seat on the sofa.

Getting straight to the point, he said, "Grandmother, after treating this plague, I have completed one-tenth of my trial. But I am still far from finishing it."

"So, I want to open a clinic and treat illnesses to save people."

Lin Ya nodded in understanding, but she was also somewhat puzzled. "A clinic? Is it a place like those where auxiliary Spirit Masters treat people?"

There were no clinics or physicians on the Douluo Continent, only treatment rooms run by auxiliary Spirit Masters. They treated people through soul skills, and their fees were not cheap. Ordinary commoners simply could not afford them, let alone those in small villages outside the cities.

Besides treating people, Mu Ci wanted to open a clinic so that he could combine the medical knowledge of his previous life—both Eastern and Western—with the differences of this world, then compile a medical canon for the Douluo world.

Lin Ya looked at Mu Ci, her eyes full of approval. She strongly supported her grandson's idea, not only because of the God Trial, but also because of the way he viewed commoners.

Spirit Hall valued commoners more than those imperial nobles did.

That was why Spirit Hall had brought Martial Soul Awakening to every corner of the continent, giving those people a chance to grow stronger.

Many factors had created the current system, but it could not be denied that Spirit Hall had given commoners at least a chance to become stronger.

Back then, the nobles of the two great empires held the power over Martial Soul Awakening. They placed no restraints on the fallen, and the continent sank into darkness. The first Angel God stepped forth, using wings of light and the holy sword of Judgment to drive away the night and allow countless commoners to survive.

To prevent that era from returning, the Angel God founded Spirit Hall to maintain the continent's stability.

A three-way balance was always better than two tigers fighting each other.

At the same time, it recruited countless commoner Spirit Masters, making Spirit Hall's structure more stable.

Otherwise, why would Spirit Hall go through the trouble of demanding Spirit Master subsidies from the two great empires, while investing vast manpower and resources every year to conduct Martial Soul Awakening in villages across the continent?

It was precisely because of this that Spirit Hall had gained the support of more than sixty percent of the continent's Spirit Masters.

Without the massive number of low- and mid-level Spirit Masters born among commoners, the so-called Spirit Hall would be nothing more than rootless duckweed.

A Spirit Hall formed solely from the Angel Family and several other families with top-tier martial souls would merely be a somewhat larger Upper Three Sects. It could never reach its current status.

"Xiao Ci, tell me. What do you need Grandmother to do? I can mobilize the Spirit Hall Main Hall's resources to help you."

Mu Ci nodded. "I need the family to buy a shop in the outer city and convert it into a clinic, as well as contact the major merchant guilds to purchase medicinal herbs."

"Also, use the name of the Spirit Hall Main Hall to promote it for me in the villages around Godwood City."

"That should be about it."

Lin Ya considered it for a moment, then thought of something. Her brows furrowed slightly as she asked, "Xiao Ci, have you considered the treatment fees? If patients cannot afford them, then all of this will be meaningless."

Hearing that, Mu Ci did not hesitate at all. "Grandmother, I've considered it. I won't make the burden too heavy for patients. I've already thought through all of this. I'll have the specific details printed into booklets, and when you send people out to promote it, they can bring them along and explain everything directly."

Once that point was cleared up, Lin Ya did not think much further and directly agreed to Mu Ci's request.

What needed to be done was not particularly difficult, merely a matter of manpower and resources.

Suddenly, Lin Ya looked at Mu Ci with some heartache. "Xiao Ci, you'll be very tired this way."

"It's fine, Grandmother. It's not like I have to do everything myself. I'll find people to help, and besides, it benefits both my God Trial and my cultivation." Mu Ci waved his hand indifferently and smiled as he shook his head.

These matters might have been exhausting for others, but for Mu Ci, who possessed Abundance Power, they were truly far too easy.

As long as he sent Abundance Power into a patient's body to probe, all abnormal data would surface in his mind. The only tiring part would come later, when he summarized the cases and wrote them into medical texts and pharmacopeias.

Over the next few days, everyone became busy.

Lin Ya instructed the steward to handle matters related to the shop, while she personally went to the Spirit Hall Main Hall to issue orders for the deacons to promote the clinic in every village.

Mu Ci, meanwhile, began planning the classifications for his medical texts and pharmacopeias.

Three days later, Godwood Outer City, Abundance Clinic.

Before the clinic had even opened for business, a massive crowd had already gathered outside. There were nobles and commoners alike.

Most had come to watch the excitement. After all, this newly opened so-called clinic was backed by the Mu Family. How could that not arouse curiosity?

Inside the clinic, Mu Ci and the four others were all busy. Mu Ci appeared calm and composed, while the others were somewhat flustered.

Originally, only the three villagers from before had planned to come. But before they set off, another young man had joined them, wanting to learn the craft of healing and saving people.

He said he never wanted to experience something like that again. Hearing that Mu Ci was willing to teach them how to treat illnesses, he had been extremely excited.

After putting everything in order, Mu Ci sat at the consultation desk and looked at the four people in the shop with some helplessness.

"Why are you all so nervous? Didn't I tell you what to do yesterday?"

"For the first month, you'll mainly watch how I treat patients during the day. At night, I'll teach you."

Modu looked at the packed street outside the entrance, fear evident on his face. "But, benefactor, there are too many people."

"Didn't I tell you not to call me benefactor? You can call me teacher or Clinic Master."

Mu Ci looked somewhat helpless as he continued, "There won't be this many patients on the first day. Most of them are only here to watch. As the clinic's reputation spreads, more people will gradually come."

Hearing this, the four of them let out long breaths of relief, their bodies relaxing considerably.

"Alright, open the doors. It's time to begin business."

After calculating that the time was about right, Mu Ci instructed someone to open the doors.

The moment the doors opened, the clamor flooding into the clinic grew much louder, yet not a single person entered.

Time passed bit by bit, and Du Lan and the others began to grow anxious.

Finally, a ragged old man entered while carrying a pale-faced child in his arms.

The old man looked around, somewhat hesitant. "I heard this place can treat illnesses?"

"Yes, sir," Mu Ci said kindly.

Seeing that the person before him was merely a youth of around ten years old, the old man became even more hesitant.

Mu Ci saw the old man's expression and immediately understood. Helplessly, he said, "Sir, this shop was opened by the Mu Family. You may not trust me, but please trust the Mu Family."

The Mu Family had been rooted in Godwood City for over a thousand years. Their reputation for teaching and nurturing people had spread throughout Luolin Province. Within Godwood City, even ordinary people without Soul Power could say a thing or two about them.

Hearing this, the old man relaxed slightly. With the assistants' help, he placed the child onto the sickbed.

Mu Ci walked over and, beneath the old man's watchful gaze, examined the child using various methods—his pupils, pulse, temperature, and more.

He could certainly have examined him in a second, but that would have been meaningless. Sometimes, a few tedious procedures were better at earning people's trust.

After noting the problem in his mind, Mu Ci went to the medicine cabinet beside him, gathered three packets of medicine, then handed one to Modu to brew while placing the other two before the old man.

Looking at the two packets of medicine before him, the old man did not know what to do. He hesitated greatly, mainly because he could not understand Mu Ci's actions at all.

"It's alright. You can wait a little. I had someone brew one packet. Let the child drink it first, and after seeing the results, you can decide."

Half a quarter-hour later, an assistant brought over a bowl of bitter-smelling medicinal soup. Meanwhile, another villager helped the child sitting on the bed, and together they fed him the medicine.

The old man standing nearby trembled. His withered hand rose several times, only to fall again in the end.

He had no other choice. He simply could not afford the treatment fees of an auxiliary Spirit Master. If he did not try here, then all he could do was wait and see whether his grandson could pull through.

At that moment, the old man had only one thing in his heart: prayer.

Departure and a Gift

On the clinic's sickbed.

A mouthful of warm, bitter medicinal soup went down the child's throat. The medicine spread through his body with his blood, and the pallor gradually faded from his face.

Before long, the child slowly opened his eyes and called out tremblingly, "Grandpa."

The moment those words left his mouth, the old man's eyes reddened. He immediately dropped to his knees before Mu Ci and said shakily, "Thank you, thank you."

Mu Ci quickly helped the old man up and said with a faint smile, "Sir, you came to seek treatment, and I treated you. That is only proper. There is no need for this."

Suddenly, the old man remembered something, and his expression turned uneasy. "I still don't know how many Gold Soul Coins the treatment costs?"

"The medicine and consultation fee come to two Silver Soul Coins in total."

That sentence stunned the old man. It was not that the fee was too expensive, but that it was too cheap.

A commoner family of three spent only two or three Silver Soul Coins a month.

By that measure, two Silver Soul Coins for treatment was already not cheap. But if one went to a shop run by Spirit Masters for treatment, who did not start their prices at Gold Soul Coins? Commoners simply could not afford it.

Compared to those places, Abundance Clinic was already extremely cheap.

Afterward, amid the old man's endless thanks, Du Lan escorted the two out of the clinic.

When he returned, he looked at Mu Ci excitedly and asked, "Clinic Master, is medicine really this amazing? In the future, can we become as amazing as you too?"