Lin Ye transmigrates to a dangerous High Martial world overrun by demons, where evil gods are making a comeback.
The good news: he’s bound to a golden finger.
The bad news: it’s called the [Cozy General Practice Clinic System], and it has forcibly welded an “Absolute Peace Perception Filter” into his mind.
Within the clinic’s invincible domain, Lin Ye is determined to be a good doctor who saves lives. He just thinks his patients are all seriously ill and suffering from severe cases of chuunibyou.
A Deep Abyss Flame Demon wreathed in world-ending hellfire insists that it is the ruler who will burn all things to ashes.
Lin Ye sighs. “Severe, extensive burns accompanied by mania. Go to the back yard and stoke the boiler for the herbal medicine. Working up a sweat will help stabilize your mood.”
An indescribable creature with hundreds of tentacles roars that it will devour the world.
Lin Ye shakes his head. “Multiple-limb deformity and severe delusions. Go to the kitchen and chop the medicinal herbs on the cutting board. It’ll be good exercise for your peripheral nerves.”
Then one day, the number-one Sword Immortal of Great Qian, pursued by countless demons and on the brink of death, stumbles in despair into this forbidden zone for human life.
He opens the clinic door and stares, dazed, at the sight before him:
The primeval bone dragon said to rend the heavens is miserably turning a grindstone in the back yard. The bloodfiend banshee that terrifies humanity is wearing a pink apron and serving tea. And the forbidden evil god found only in ancient texts is being scolded by a young doctor in a white coat, who is waving a flyswatter, an artifact of creation, because it chopped the herbs too slowly.
The Sword Immortal drops to his knees with a thud, his Daoist heart utterly shattered.
Lin Ye approaches with his stethoscope, looking helpless. “Don’t try to scam me here. This is just a proper little country clinic. You have to pay the registration fee before I treat you!”
