Translated by Luxican
Edited by Leighann
With tears still on her face, Lin Yao looked confused. Did she hear that correctly, Doctor Yun just said she wanted to borrow the Compassion Medical Center?
What did that mean?
The gold-painted sign of the Compassion Medical Center had long been worthless.
But ten years ago, when her father was still healthy, Compassion Medical Center was considered a first-rate medical hall in Inaba Mountain.
Doctor Lin had been quite good at healing broken bones, treating blade wounds and clearing poison, so he still had a good reputation among the mercenaries, especially the warriors.
But after the Medicine Association came in and Doctor Lin's illness flared up, everything changed.
Father Lin was saved by Yun Sheng, but he hadn't practiced medicine for several years, and his hands and feet had only just started to recover, so it would take a while until he was back to his old self.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush, I want to use the name of Compassion Medical Center to promote personalized medicine refining in Inaba Mountain," Yun Sheng had come prepared, she had seen that Compassion Medical Center was a typical broken boat with three catties (1,8kg) of nails* left.
The medicinal herbs here, especially some of the rare ones, were well-preserved, and the refining equipment here was the best that Yun Sheng had ever seen, second only to the Medicine Association's.
Not to mention, there was also a good manager and the sociable Lin Yao here.
Personalized medicine?
Lin Yao simply couldn't break away from her confusion. She couldn't understand what Doctor Yun had said earlier when she said something about rheumatism, and now personalized medicine, what was this?
But after seeing the miraculous effects of Yun Sheng's Sand Therapy, Lin Yao was smart enough not to question her intentions.
Yun Sheng went to the Medicine Association today to get some quick cash.
So she could make money, she had to refine medicine, but after the medicine was finished, it also had to be sold. To sell medicine, she would surely have to compete with the Medicine Association.
The Medicine Associations foundation was too solid and its reputation too good. It would be hard for Yun Sheng to get the approval of the mercenaries in Inaba Mountain, even if she was good at concocting medicines.
But the Medicine Association wasn't without flaw.
She wandered around the Medicine Association and discovered a problem, although the Medicine Association was the number one medical hall in the continent and had the best doctors backing it up, all they sold were the most ordinary medicines. Some people wanted to buy special medicines, but the Medicine Association couldn't satisfy this need.
Lin Yao had earlier begged Doctor Qi to help her refine her medicine, but Doctor Qi had flatly refused, because the Medicine Association was so big that it was bound to refine and sell the most popular medicines, and in doing so, it gave up the considerable market of personalized medicine.
Yun Sheng came from the modern times, so she knew very well that the personalized medicine market was a treasure hive.
Since she couldn't compete with the Medicine Association with general medicines, Yun Sheng decided to follow the rout of personalized medicine.
When Yun Sheng told Lin Yao about her idea, the little girl immediately understood her intentions.
As perceptive as she was, she had already sensed the business opportunity.
"You need to use the name of the Compassion Medical Center to announce to the outside world that The Compassion Medical Center is starting to accept commissions for personalized medicines. The ingredients can be provided by us, but recipes and especially rare herbs need to be provided by the customer. We are only responsible for refining them. Each time we refine medicine, we charge a fee according to the grade of the medicine. Of these fees, you can take another 20% after excluding the price of the used ingredients," Yun Sheng explained the entire process in detail to Lin Yao.
As Lin Yao listened, her heart was still a bit unsure. After all, Doctor Yun had only shown her talent in healing, but her capabilities in refining were still unknown.
Whether it was healing or refining, it was difficult to be good in both, many doctors were only proficient in one of them. In comparison, even though Doctor Yun, who must be the disciple of some out-of-this-world master, was miraculous in healing, she was still young.
"What? Are you afraid I'll dishonor the name of Compassion Medical Center?" How could Yun Sheng not be aware of Lin Yao's worries. Earlier, when Doctor Lin was seriously ill, Lin Yao didn't have the time to worry about the Compassion Medical Center's reputation, but now that Doctor Lin's health was better, she had to consider reviving the Compassion Medical Center.
Lin Yao felt a bit guilty.
"This is a potion I concocted," Yun Sheng took out a bottle of meditation water.
After concocting the high-grade Moon God Potion, Yun Sheng was even better in refining.
Although Lin Yao didn't have much experience in concocting medicine, she had grown up in the Compassion Medical Center, she had an eye for good medicine.
This color and aroma, it must be a high-grade medicine!
Lin Yao's suspicions about Yun Sheng were immediately dispelled. She was, after all, able to take out a bottle of high-grade medicine.
***
The next morning, a large notice was hung at the entrance of the Compassion Medical Center, which read, "Starting today, the Compassion Medical Center will be accepting personalized medicine, please enter the medical hall for more detailed information. Note: Only intermediate and above medicines will be accepted."
In addition, Lin Yao ordered the Medicine Apprentices in the medical hall to put up relevant notices all over the restaurants and teahouses in Inaba Mountain.
Soon Doctor Qi and the other members of the Medicine Association also learned of this news.
After Doctor Qi got the news, he was not angry, no, he was happy: "That little bitch Lin Yao is truly impatient to die, she would actually try something like personalized medicine!"
The Medicine Apprentice on the side was unsure of what to do: "Doctor Qi, shouldn't we send someone to stop the actions of the Compassion Medical Center?"
"Stop? Not only will we not stop it, we will also send medicine for them to refine. Think about it, as long as there is one prescription they aren't able to refine the Compassion Medical Center will be finished. Then Lin Yao and her father won't have any other option but to come and beg me. You go and take out a copy of the prescription that Concubine Jia Baiwan has asked for, and then send it to the Compassion Medical Center, I want to see if they are able to refine it."
***
Two days passed, and there was still no news from the Compassion Medical Hall.
Yun Sheng wasn't in a hurry, after all, such a thing as personalized medicine wasn't very common on the Wu Ji Continent, and it would take some time until this concept would flourish.
Within the arena, Phoenix passed the second and third rounds without a hitch, Yun Sheng didn't even need to move her magic scepter.
After the end of the match, Feng Kuo's face was cheerful, "We have obtained a record of three consecutive victories, so we can directly advance to the final round and challenge a B-rank mercenary squad."
As he was saying that, he only saw a few moaning mercenaries being carried out from another field."
As soon as he saw those few mercenaries, Feng Kuo immediately lost his cheerful expression and stepped forward.
"It's the captain of the veteran B-rank mercenary squad Jungle Tiger. Their captain and Boss Feng are good friends, they passed the B-rank assessment last year," Mu Nan Yan and Wen Renhuo also frowned.
Those mercenaries had suffered devastating injuries. Yun Sheng was certain that they wouldn't be able to continue being mercenaries in the future even if they got the best treatment.
It was only after asking around that they learned Black Guardian, that had won three matches early and entered the final round of assessment, had been their opponent.
What a ruthless method.
Even though the arena employees had taken sufficient precautions, Black Guardian was still butchering their opponents without mercy.
"Cough," the mercenary captain who was lying on a stretcher saw Feng Kuo, he barely managed to support himself, "You should be careful, Black Guardian had been promoted to B-rank mercenary Squad."
*appear to be ruined, but still have a few last resorts