Lin Ye traveled to a high-risk and martial world where demons were rampant and evil gods resurrected.
Good news: He's bound to a gold finger.
Bad news: Goldfinger's name is [Wenxin General Clinic System], and the "Absolute Peace Cognitive Filter" was forcibly welded to him.
In the field where the clinic is absolutely invincible, Lin Ye is determined to be a good doctor who can help the world. It's just that he feels that not only are his patients seriously ill, but they all have severe secondary illnesses.
The Abyss Balrog, wrapped in world-destroying demonic flames, must be the master of burning all things.
Lin Ye sighed: "Severe and large-area burns are accompanied by mania. Go to the backyard to boil the boiler and boil Chinese medicine. Sweating through labor will help stabilize your mood."
An indescribable thing with hundreds of tentacles, roaring to devour the world.
Lin Ye shook his head: "Multiple limb deformities aggravate the delusional disorder. Go to the kitchen and cut the medicinal materials on the chopping board, just to exercise the peripheral nerves."
Until one day, the No. 1 Sword Immortal of Daqian, who was being chased by thousands of demons and whose life hung on a thread, fell into this restricted area of human life in despair.
Pushing open the clinic door, Jianxian saw blankly:
The legendary ancient bone dragon that tore apart the sky was angrily grinding in the backyard; the blood demon banshee that frightened the human race was wearing a pink apron and serving tea and pouring water; and the taboo evil god that only existed in ancient books was reprimanded by a young doctor in a white coat with a fly swatter (an artifact of creation) because he was slow in cutting medicinal materials.
The sword immortal knelt on the ground with a pop, his Taoist heart completely shattered.
Lin Ye walked over with a stethoscope with a look of helplessness on his face: "Don't mess around here. This is a regular small clinic in the countryside. You must pay the registration fee before you see a doctor!"
