You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

G-chan was furious in the live stream:
[Damn, these people are so disgusting!]

[Sherlock was actually used by someone like this before?!]

[A golden phoenix? Pshaw, it's more like a golden hypocrite!]

Just then, the carriage lurched violently and came to an abrupt stop.

The red wine in the glass swirled, spilling a few drops onto Louis's gleaming silver breastplate.

"Hey!"

Louis frowned, his tone impatient. "What happened? You made me spill wine on my armor!"

Outside the carriage, the driver hurriedly turned around to report:
"Excuse me, sir! There are a few wild monsters ahead. Could you please help us deal with them?"

Louis clicked his tongue in annoyance and tossed his glass aside.

"That's enough! I was enjoying my drink, and you had to come and cause trouble at a time like this..."

He grabbed the long sword at his waist and drew it with a clang.

Mary slowly stood up, drew back the bowstring, her movements elegant yet deadly.

Pierre gripped the amulet tightly, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

Olivet slung his wand over his shoulder and yawned lazily.

The four men pushed open the carriage door and jumped off.

The air on the grassland carried the slightly fishy smell of earth and grass. In the distance, five enormous rabbit-shaped magical beasts were growling in the middle of the road.

They are covered in rough, grayish-white fur, each with a sharp black horn on its head, protruding fangs, and fierce eyes.

"A horned rabbit..."

Louis chuckled.

"It's just a mere D-rank magical beast, how dare it block our way?"

He gently twirled the sword in his hand, its blade reflecting a sharp, cold light in the setting sun.

"Forget it, let's just take care of these guys quickly."

Mary had already nocked her bow and arrow, her fingers gently tracing the fletching as she drew the bowstring to its fullest extent.

Pierre chanted softly, and the amulet emitted faint blue magical fluctuations in his palm.

Olivet pointed his wand at the sky, and elemental power gathered around him, causing a slight tremor in the air.

G-chan excitedly explains:

[Battle begins! Golden Phoenix VS Five Horned Rabbits!]

[Even though it's a D-rank monster, this scene is so exciting!]

[On another note, isn't this setup a bit unfair for playing D-rank monsters?]

The horned rabbits roared angrily, kicking their limbs and rushing towards the group like streaks of gray-white lightning!

……

The horned rabbit pounced, and Louis immediately blocked the attack with his sword.

Clang!
The impact was more severe than he had imagined.

"Ugh! That bastard...!"

Although Louis pushed the enemy aside and prepared to slash him with his sword, the enemy was more agile than he had imagined.

It took them several minutes to finish off the five horned rabbits.

He felt a little heavy and thought he might have drunk too much.

"Honestly, it took me so much effort."

As Louis grumbled and prepared to return to the carriage, Mary called to him from behind.

"Hey, Louis. You've hurt your arm."

"What?"

He was indeed bleeding near his elbow.

"Tch, looks like I was too careless."

As he smacked his lips, something suddenly occurred to him.

When was the last time I was injured in battle?
He always felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It was as if a tiny thorn was stuck inside, making him feel uneasy.

However, at this moment, Louis had not yet figured out what that feeling was.

……

Sunlight streamed through the skylight of the treatment center, casting a warm glow on the cherry wood dining table.

Fina, clad in light leather armor, sat at the dining table, her long hair cascading over her shoulders like an ink waterfall. She rested her hands on the table, her golden, vertical pupils slightly narrowed, gazing with interest at the little elf opposite her.

"Speaking of which, who exactly is this doctor?"

Her question carried a hint of sly curiosity, as if she had finally grasped some secret she could delve deeper into.

Fufu sat opposite her, wearing a light green dress with lace trim, swinging her legs slightly, and holding a cup of strawberry milk in both hands.

Upon hearing the question, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then gently shook her head.

"Actually, Fufu doesn't know much either. She only knows that he grew up in a slum and later met a very skilled healer by chance, and then he decided to become a healer himself."

She paused, her gaze lingering on the blue sky outside the window with a complex expression.

"I was invited to join an adventurer's party, but was later kicked out."

"Kick Lord Sherlock out of the team?" Dova's voice came from the kitchen, her tone full of astonishment. "Are those people in that team idiots?"

She walked into the restaurant wiping her hands, her gray wolf ears twitching and her tail swaying gently behind her.

“I can’t believe it either.” Leia leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest, with an expression that said, “Are there really people this stupid in the world?” “Are there really such idiots in the world?”

Fina nodded, her expression serious as she agreed.

"After all, that kind of healing magic is completely beyond common sense. How did he learn it?"

“It seems he learned it back in the slums.” Fufu touched her cheek with her fingertips and said thoughtfully, “But the details… Fufu has never heard him say anything about it.”

"Lord Sherlock can also use protective magic." Dova plopped down, her tone full of awe. "Dova's axe has absolutely no effect on him, so how does he manage that?"

He said he was often sent to his death by his teammates, so he naturally learned how to do it.

"He learned it so naturally..." Dova tilted her head, her gray wolf ears twitching slightly. "Is it really that easy? Does he know any other kind of magic?"

"Although I've never seen him before, he seems to be able to use ability enhancement magic."

"Healing, protection, and even enhancement?" Dova clutched her head, her voice filled with despair. "He can use so many kinds of magic... Dova's head feels like it's about to explode."

He also said that although his specialty is healing magic, protective magic and ability enhancement magic are essentially the same, as they are also for enhancing human functions.

“I really can’t understand this.” Leia shrugged, rubbing her forehead. “I only know that he’s very powerful.”

G-chan spammed the chat like crazy in the live stream:
[How exactly do you allocate skill points in Sherlock's skill tree?!]

[The Slum All-Round Healer: Forced to Die 300 Times Achievement Unlocked]

[Dova: I'm someone you can't even chop with an axe, and I'm a healer?!]

“However,” Fina shifted her posture, sitting with her knees drawn up in the chair, “Sherlock is unlicensed and has never received any therapist training, so he seems to think he’s not very capable.”

“If we’re talking about anyone as skilled as the doctor…” Leia looked out the window, a hint of melancholy in her eyes, “the only one who could be the legendary saintess, I suppose.”

Everyone sighed at the same time.

A silent respect filled the air.

"...I wonder what the future holds for doctors," Fufu said softly.

“He doesn’t seem to want to be too high-profile,” Fina nodded.

"But the people around him wouldn't let him off the hook."

Just then, Ophelia, the Undead King, who was sitting to the side, elegantly put down her teacup, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

"Clap clap clap... That's enough for the opening remarks."

Her red-glowing eyes swept over the crowd, her tone carrying a hint of malicious pleasure.

"It's about time we got down to business."

She crossed her legs gracefully, her posture as dignified as a noblewoman, but her smile was like a flickering eerie fire in the night.

"The main topic of girls' gatherings is, of course, dating."

She looked at everyone with a smile, "Who do you think has a way to win over that blockhead?"

The air froze for a second.

The next second, four pairs of eyes met simultaneously, and sparks collided fiercely in the air.

“I will take him down.” Fina’s eyes were sharp as blades.

“Of course it’s Duowa!” the werewolf girl said, looking unconvinced.

"I won't lose." Leia snorted coldly, her fighting spirit soaring.

"...Fou also has a chance..." the elven girl added softly, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt tightly.

The four people's eyes met in the center of the table, and finally they all looked at Ophelia.

"Ophelia, what do you think?"

"Duowa is also thinking about this issue."

"Necromancer, what are your thoughts on Sherlock?"

“Actually… Fou is also a little curious about this question.” Ophelia blinked as she was stared at by four curious and scrutinizing gazes.

Are you referring to me, your concubine?

She paused for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Heh... Hahahaha!"

She clutched her stomach, laughing so hard her silver hair swayed.

"Please don't say such stupid things."

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and managed to steady her breathing.

"I am Ophelia, the Queen of the Dead, how could I possibly fall in love with a human?"

Her tone was full of contempt and disdain.

"Moreover, I am not like you; I am the one who is oppressed by Sherlock."

She gritted her teeth and began to recount:

"He broke into my house without permission and almost tried to purify me. He also occupied the rooms on the first floor, robbing me of my peaceful life."

"There's no way I could ever like him! On the contrary, I've been eyeing him like a hawk, looking for an opportunity to get rid of him."

"Hee hee hee……"

She chuckled softly, then looked up and found that the people in front of her were looking at her with ambiguous smiles.

"Wait, why are you guys snickering?"

Fufu covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Dowa turned her face away, but her tail kept wagging.

Leia smiled, revealing a set of white teeth.

Fina raised her teacup to cover the corners of her slightly upturned mouth.

G-chan burst into laughter as she spammed the chat:

Ophelia: I could never like Sherlock! I just enjoy being bullied by him.

[The Necromancer's Tsundere Attribute Confirmed]

[The romance at the therapy center has been fully upgraded! Sherlock, are you ready for a love triangle?]

The setting sun slanted through the window and fell on the dining table where the five people sat.

The girls' laughter and arguments filled the entire treatment center, like the calm before a storm that was destined to break out.

……

The afternoon sun slanted through the windows of the treatment center, casting a warm golden hue on the wooden floor. The air was filled with the aroma of black tea and baked goods, and a gentle breeze stirred the curtains, as if setting the stage for an impending "interrogation."

"Because... I always feel like something's suspicious..."

Fufu held her teacup, muttering softly, but her big blue eyes never left Ophelia sitting opposite her.

"And you hesitated before you spoke."

Fina spoke slowly and deliberately, her golden eyes carrying a sharp glint.

"His speaking speed is also unnaturally fast."

Leia leaned back lazily in her chair, peeling nut cookies while adding insult to injury.

"Ugh... Miss Ophelia is a formidable opponent..."

Duowa crossed her arms over her chest, her gray wolf ears twitching nervously.

Several gazes, sharp as arrows, were cast upon Ophelia, forcing the noble Undead King to furrow her brow slightly. She slowly rose, her long, pale purple hair swaying gently with her movements, the hem of her cloak brushing the ground, exuding a chilling aura.

"You...you guys, don't talk nonsense."

Ophelia retorted coldly, but her tone unconsciously betrayed her panic.

"The undead are not objects for you to toy with. I do find him an interesting fellow, but I am over three hundred years old. In my eyes, having lived for so long, Sherlock is nothing but a little brat."

Before she could finish speaking, Fina had already taken a sip of tea and said calmly:
"I don't think age difference is a problem when it comes to love."

She glanced sideways at Ophelia, her tone meaningful.

"And I am a demon."

Ophelia tried to create a little more distance.

"Dova is not opposed to interracial relationships."

The werewolf girl clenched her fists, her tone so firm it was as if she were reciting a vow.

"I am already a dead woman."

Ophelia gritted her teeth and emphasized.

"The feeling of liking someone has nothing to do with life or death."

Rhea moved closer, her face only centimeters away from Ophelia's, her smile laced with provocation.

"No, I don't think this issue can be unrelated."

The forced, insincere complaints weren't over yet.

"Ophelia, it's not cute when you're being stubborn."

Fufu blinked, her voice as sweet as candy.

"Wait, who are you? Fufu, why has your personality suddenly changed?"

Ophelia stared at her in disbelief.

"Fou just wants to imitate Sherlock."

"It's a pity you didn't imitate it at all."

“Ugh…”

G-chan was laughing hysterically in the live stream:

[The Undead King is all talk and no action, it's confirmed!]

[Fufu's attempt to imitate Sherlock failed wwww]

[Ophelia: I'm three hundred years old, talking about death is worse than talking about love.]

Just as everyone was laughing and joking, a familiar sound of footsteps approached from afar.

"Click."

The doors of the treatment center opened in response.

"Fou, Ophelia, I'm back from my house call... Huh?"

Sherlock's voice carried a hint of weariness, and he was carrying a medical kit. But when he saw the situation in the hall, his brows immediately furrowed.

"Why are the three of you here again?"

He looked at Fina, Dova, and Leia, his face filled with helplessness.

"Please, stop bothering me during my treatment."

The three female demi-humans exchanged glances, but none of them spoke first.

Then, as if they had known each other all along, they slowly sat back down in their respective chairs, their movements so synchronized it was almost unbelievable.

"What does it matter?"

Fina rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Aren't you right?"

"Yeah, there aren't any patients in the treatment center anyway."

Dowa took a bite of the cookie with a perfectly justified air.

"Thanks to Sherlock's help, we demi-humans were able to stop fighting, and the number of injured people decreased."

Leia coughed lightly, her tone seemingly tinged with gratitude.

"Ugh... I really shouldn't have done that unnecessary thing back then."

Sherlock pinched the bridge of his nose, looking as if he had known this would happen.

"However, Fufu feels very happy being with everyone."

The elven girl gently swayed her legs, her eyes sparkling with a soft light.

"Really..."

Sherlock sighed, put the first-aid kit on the cabinet, and muttered as he took off his coat, "You women are so noisy."

"Why are these women of different races chatting and laughing in this treatment center...?"

He shook his head, but a slight smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the cozy little house in its warmth.

The aroma of black tea still lingered in the air, while laughter and arguments intertwined to create a noisy daily scene.

In a chaotic world, this small treatment center seemed to have become a kind of "utopia".

G-chan remarked with a smile:
This is the best medical facility in the slums!

[Sherlock: I don't run a hospital, I run a harem]

[The slice-of-life anime has officially started airing. Will the next episode be all about fighting for a bed?]

As countless viewers flooded the screen with comments expressing envy and jealousy, the door to the treatment center was gently swayed by the wind once more, as if foreshadowing a new story quietly approaching. (End of Chapter)