When he found himself surrounded by so many alluring yet dangerous seductresses, Wang Yan felt a chill run down his spine, his body covered with goosebumps.
Seeing these hundred girls about to close in on him, Wang Yan silently chanted to himself: "Demon Pattern Divine Technique."
With those words, Wang Yan's body suddenly blurred, transforming into a shadowy figure that flitted between the girls, escaping in an instant.
The girls only experienced a brief blur in their vision, followed by a cool breeze, and then Wang Yan was gone.
They quickly steadied themselves and searched all around, only to find Wang Yan had already reached San, pulling him along, saying, "Let's go!"
San was instinctively ready to flee with Wang Yan.
At that moment, Fang and Li suddenly blocked Wang Yan: "They're here for treatment, why are you running away?"
Upon hearing Fang and Li, Wang Yan suddenly halted, looking up in disbelief at the two, skeptically asking, "Here for treatment? Then why did it feel like they wanted to eat me?"
Li chuckled and said, "It's because the medicine you prescribed yesterday worked. I felt better after just a day, and once I told the sisters, everyone waited for you."
Hearing this, Wang Yan heaved a sigh of relief, looked back at the hundred girls, and asked, "Is that so?"
As if afraid of scaring Wang Yan away, this time, the girls cautiously approached him from behind.
"Doctor, can you really treat us?"
"Our lives aren't worth much, but we all want to live well. So when we heard you offer free treatment, we came."
"We don't want to do this work either. We're all just poor children."
One by one, the girls slowly revealed their feelings, gradually lowering their heads, eyes reddening, until finally, some began to sob quietly.
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Wang Yan's eyebrow twitched. He could distinctly feel the despair of life, guilt towards family, and the misery and abandonment from society surrounding him from these people.
A wave of sorrow and anger surged in Wang Yan's heart as he thought: What wrong have they done? They neither steal nor rob, but lacking the correct guidance, they strayed. Actually, they're like any other person, desiring a decent job, a warm family. But if no one cares for them, if they get sick and can't afford treatment, then they're fated to end their lives in such misery.
Thinking of this, Wang Yan said, "Ladies, there is no need to be sad. I will treat you all for free."
Upon hearing this, the hundred girls looked up at Wang Yan with tears in their eyes, filled with gratitude.
Wang Yan continued, "Moreover, if you listen to me, not only can I cure your illnesses, but also, in the future, you won't have to do this work anymore and can support yourselves."
Upon hearing Wang Yan's second statement, the eyes of hundreds of girls lit up, yet deep down there was disbelief.
Wang Yan noticed their doubt and said, "However, the beginning will be tough and tiring, I don't know if you can endure it?"
Hearing this, everyone, including Fang and Li, said in unison, "We can, we are not afraid of hardship."
"As long as someone employs us, we can bear any hardship."
A resolute glow flashed in everyone's eyes, and at this moment, their hearts were instantly filled with hope.
Wang Yan couldn't help but nod, thinking: As the ancients said, all beings are equal. By doing this today, I grant them the right to equal living, considered a merit, perhaps.
As Wang Yan thought this, the Demon Pattern on his back emitted a brilliant light.
Having broken through the Soul Warrior Great Perfection just yesterday, he had already stabilized that realm today.
Wang Yan was delighted. During his time in the mountains, absorbing moonlight, he would take at least ten days, or even years, to break through a level. Yet now, within merely two days, he had completed the breakthrough and stabilization. He believed it wouldn't be long before he could break through the Soul Warrior realm and reach the Soul Master stage.
Thinking of this, Wang Yan turned and entered the house, sitting behind a desk, saying, "Let's begin today by treating everyone."
Hundreds of girls immediately wiped away their tears, filled with gratitude, they quietly lined up, stretching from behind the desk to the street.
"Deficiency of Qi and blood, leads to weakness. Add more peony to the Minor Constructing Powder, cinnamon twig, licorice, ginger, and jujube, and supplement with malt sugar to restore balance, curing abdominal pain caused by deficiency. San, listen to the prescription. Cinnamon twig 10 grams, licorice 20 grams..."
"False fire rises, liver fire flourishes. Coptis clears detoxifies, Phellodendron, Gardenia, and Scutellaria for hot distress and miscommunication, addressing bleeding, bleeding, and triggering skin eruptions. Respect this remedy. San, Coptis 10 grams..."
A girl walked up to Wang Yan one by one, and as he felt their pulse, he casually spoke out a prescription, with San hurriedly searching through the cabinet.
Though initially in a rush, over time, San gradually found a method and got skilled at dispensing the medicine.
The line of hundreds gradually dwindled until midnight when Wang Yan finally saw his last patient.
Seeing no one at the door, San collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, gasping, "I tell you, Wang Yan bro, this is really tiring, I've never been this tired. You're amazing, seeing over a hundred patients."
Saying this, San looked at Wang Yan and was stunned.
For he saw Wang Yan sitting there, not only showing no sign of fatigue but even more spirited.
San exclaimed, "Wang Yan bro, are you made of iron? You don't even seem tired?"
Wang Yan smiled slightly, not responding, but he knew himself that after treating these hundreds of patients, the Demon Pattern on his back had become even more solid, drawing him closer to becoming a Soul Master, hence his increased vigor.
Though he was healing them, he was also cultivating.
Wang Yan stood up and walked to the door.
At this moment, the street which should have been brightly lit had quieted down. The stench of money and exchanges that filled the night before had given way to a serene calm, accompanied by the sense of peace, and Wang Yan could smell the redemptive intention growing among the hundreds of girls living on this street.
Thinking of this, Wang Yan's face lit up with happiness.
However, just then, two large men walked from the end of the street. Upon reaching the center and seeing how quiet the street was, they flew into a rage and started roaring.
"Bastards, are you not doing business anymore?"
"Get up! How will you pay us protection fees if you don't work?"
"Get up, or I'll start breaking doors!"
The two men shouted as they banged on the doors along the street.
Seeing this, Wang Yan's expression turned cold, and he coolly said, "Looks like there are two more patients tonight."