A few days later, in the southern market district where shop signs overlapped like a forest, a small clinic quietly opened. The name of the clinic was "Little Huo's Clinic."
Xuanfeng City was a well-known economic hub of the Heaven Dou Empire, so naturally it had no shortage of medical clinics.
Because of this, competition within the city's medical industry was intense.
To attract customers under such circumstances, one had to be creative.
In this era on the Douluo Continent, business as a whole was still conservative—far from the chaotic spectacle of the information age where "immortals gather like clouds."
Thus, Huo Yuhao deliberately added an extra line to his clinic's signboard, something none of the other clinics had:
"Doctor Huo's miraculous hands—curing all diseases."
"Are you plagued by headaches, chest tightness, palpitations, kidney deficiency, or weak legs?"
"Come to Doctor Huo—one gentle touch solves all your troubles!"
"Did your child awaken a useless Martial Soul? Low Spirit Power? Others say they're doomed… but Doctor Huo says: everything is fine!"
"Doctor Huo personally enlightens you and points you toward your bright future!"
"All services for only three silver soul coins—guaranteed satisfaction!"
Surprisingly, the effect was pretty good.
Everyone passing by would have their attention caught and would stop to stare at the slogans for a few seconds, unable to look away.
But as of now, no one dared to casually step into an unfamiliar clinic for treatment.
On the Douluo Continent, there was no such thing as a medical license.
If you believed you had the skills, you could take patients.
Everything in medicine was based purely on experience—there was no medical guild enforcing standards.
Yet somehow, the continent still maintained an extremely high post-treatment survival rate.
Just a few days ago, Huo Yuhao had personally witnessed a non-sterilized open-skull surgery in a Xuanfeng City clinic—an absolute madman's technique.
All of this was thanks to the overwhelming power of Martial Souls.
For healing-type Spirit Masters, the attitude was:
"Bacterial infection? Rare diseases? Go talk to my healing skills."
Because of this, the vast majority of illnesses in this world could be treated effectively.
As for Huo Yuhao's confidence in opening a clinic—aside from his Reversal Technique—he had also been a planetary engine maintenance worker in his previous life.
He would sometimes stay alone in a surface-level shelter for months at a time.
If he became ill in such conditions without any medical knowledge, his life would be at risk.
Therefore, planetary engine workers were required to study medical knowledge seriously as part of their training.
Sitting lazily behind the clinic counter, Huo Yuhao propped his chin with one hand, watching the bustling crowds outside.
The clinic was filled with a refreshing medicinal fragrance—the leftovers from the previous owner.
This place had been a clinic before, but business wasn't good. The owner had heard Shrek City was booming and moved his entire family there.
Before leaving, he took all the rare herbs, but generously left the common ones behind for Huo Yuhao.
He even gifted him some handwritten medical notes before departing with a caravan that same day.
Just as Huo Yuhao was thinking of meditating to pass the time, a plainly dressed young woman hurried in, supporting a burly man.
The man was tall and powerfully built, with dark skin and muscular arms veined like coiled dragons—clearly an excellent bow hunter.
However, his left thigh had been pierced by a sharp object, leaving a blackened bloody hole surrounded by rotting flesh that dripped yellow fluid.
Seeing this, Huo Yuhao quickly guided the woman to help the man lie on a bed in the back area of the clinic.
Tears welled in the woman's eyes as she cried:
"Doctor, please! You must save my husband—save his leg!"
Huo Yuhao asked,
"Don't panic. With this kind of injury, was he attacked by a Spirit Beast?"
Before the woman could respond, the man on the bed shakily parted his pale lips and said:
"Doctor… I'm a hunter. This morning, while hunting outside the city, I was attacked by a ten-year Carrion Spider."
"Every other clinic told me I have to cut off the leg to survive."
The man finished speaking and grabbed Huo Yuhao's sleeve, trembling with emotion.
"D–Doctor… I… I can't lose this leg! I'm a hunter… I have children and a mother to feed… and with this terrible drought…"
"If I lose my leg, my whole family collapses."
Huo Yuhao gently comforted him and released his grip on the sleeve.
"Don't worry. I can treat it."
He then asked the young woman to wait outside in the front hall.
Huo Yuhao took out ma fei san (anesthetic powder) from the medicine cabinet and administered it to the man.
He covered the man's eyes with gauze and said, "Relax. It'll be over soon."
Huo Yuhao pulled out the White Tiger Dagger and efficiently removed all the necrotic flesh as easily as slicing warm butter, also collecting a bit of blood in the process.
Sensing the progress of the genetic information slightly increase, he began activating the Reversal Technique.
Strange blue runes spread across his hands—Spirit Power forming the pre-engraved model circuits of the technique.
He then guided the man's spiritual power to begin reversing, enhancing his physique and granting him the ability to regenerate.
But it was clear that the man's own spiritual power alone was insufficient for regeneration, so Huo Yuhao injected a portion of his own high-quality spiritual power into the man's body and reversed it.
The flesh around the man's left thigh began to squirm, as though it had its own will.
From the writhing tissue, meat buds sprouted, extended, connected—an entire scene capable of dropping anyone's sanity value.
As time passed, new flesh—paler than the surrounding skin—grew to fill the once-blackened bloody hole.
When it was done, Huo Yuhao wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Although the main force used had been spiritual power, the Reversal Technique still required Spirit Power to maintain.
Even with the model circuits greatly reducing consumption, his "blue bar" (low Spirit Power)) was simply too short.
After confirming everything was stable, Huo Yuhao removed the gauze covering the man's eyes and helped him sit up so he could see for himself that the wound was fully healed.
He still couldn't move yet, but his eyes clearly showed his excitement.
Huo Yuhao walked out of the room, and the young woman immediately stood up and grabbed his hand.
"Doctor! How is my husband?"
Huo Yuhao pointed behind him and said, "He's fine. Go see him yourself."
The woman nearly dropped to her knees to kowtow in gratitude, but Huo Yuhao quickly supported her.
"A healer's duty is to save lives. No need to kneel."
"Go on, check on your husband."
With red eyes, the woman entered the back room.
Huo Yuhao returned to the counter, closed his eyes, and began restoring his Spirit Power.
Soon, the couple walked out together.
The man quickly grasped Huo Yuhao's hands.
"Miracle Doctor! Thank you for saving my leg!"
"If not for you, my family would've fallen apart."
Huo Yuhao waved casually.
"A small matter. As written on the sign—three silver soul coins."
The man bowed repeatedly, and the young woman respectfully handed over the three silver coins.
Huo Yuhao watched them leave, knowing that the reputation of his clinic had now been established.
From here onward, collecting genetic information would be much easier.