Chapter 1: The Return of the Divine Doctor

  The gentle breeze blows the willow, in the sunny March, what a wonderful time of year. This season is when many leisurely people call on friends and go out for a trip to enjoy the greenery. On the mountain's slope with clear waters, feeling the wind and admiring the flowers, it has a unique charm.

  It's often at this time that some popular tourist destinations are flooded with visitors, and seeing groups of young men and women wearing bright clothes walking hand in hand, kissing each other, adds a lot of romantic atmosphere to the passionate early spring.

  Young people are supposed to be full of energy and vitality, but in reality, it's not always the case.

  At this moment, among the many couples strolling along the West Lake, there was a young man of about twenty years old sitting quietly on a chair by the lake, his eyes filled with vicissitudes and desolation, a youthful yet delicate face overflowing with thoughts that had accumulated over countless years.

  The young man was dressed very casually and looked a bit shabby, completely inconsistent with the temperament that a young person should have, just like a beggar.

  "Hey! Look at that person, isn't he an orphan? How pitiful!" A girl pulled her boyfriend to one side and pointed.

  "Maybe, looks like he's a beggar. So young and not working hard to support himself, what a pity." The boy glanced at him, pulled the girl along and walked away slowly. To show his kindness and generosity, he even threw a 5-yuan note at the young man.

  The young man remained unmoved by the boy's actions, still gazing vaguely at the lake surface, like a lost lamb, and didn't even say thank you to the boy's kindness.

  In fact, several small-denomination bills and dozens of coins had already been thrown in front of the young man, and it was clear that the boy was not the first kind-hearted person.

  The young man sat there, like an old monk who had entered a state of meditation, forgetting time and space. A pair of empty, expressionless eyes were also fixed in place, unmoving.

  The young man's name was Wang Zhi, born into a declining family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. For three generations, his ancestors were all renowned traditional Chinese doctors, but they were now in decline because in today's world, traditional Chinese medicine had gradually fallen out of favor, and many people had even forgotten this magical art of healing.

  Wang Zhi is twenty-three years old this year. Since childhood, he has been influenced by his family and has a strong interest in traditional Chinese medicine. Half a year ago, he just graduated from a famous traditional Chinese medical college, which can be said to be a young talent with great prospects. Although traditional Chinese medicine has declined, it still has a very good effect.

  Logically speaking, the current Wang Zhi shouldn't be like this. He's still young and should be full of hope for the future, but now he has become so pessimistic, just like an old man in his twilight years who has lost all hope in life.

  It all originated from a bizarre experience Wang Zhi had a week ago. Yes, it was bizarre, extremely bizarre, to the point where even now Wang Zhi finds it hard to believe when he thinks about it.

  One evening a week ago, Wang Zhi found an old medical book on a bookshelf at home. The author of the medical book could no longer be investigated, and Wang Zhi only knew that many theories and statements on the medical book were very special, so Wang Zhi spent a whole evening studying it diligently.

  But just as Wang Zhi saw the key point, the content behind that book was completely lost. It turned out to be a defective book. This discovery made Wang Zhi, who was in high spirits, very depressed and even a little excited, accidentally knocking over the teacup on the table.

  Tea water flowed onto the table and accidentally into the socket of the desk lamp, causing a short circuit that instantly electrocuted Wang Zhi. In the moment he was electrocuted, Wang Zhi unexpectedly encountered the legendary time-traveling phenomenon and miraculously returned to two thousand years ago.

  It was a day that could not be recalled, Wang Zhi relied on his strong will and unyielding spirit to miraculously survive in that cruel and cold-blooded era. He was fortunate enough to meet the famous divine doctor Bian Que, and became Bian Que's personal disciple. This made Wang Zhi, who loved traditional Chinese medicine, forget the hardships brought by time-travel for a while. He almost devoted all his experiences to learning and practicing traditional Chinese medicine.

  Wang Zhi followed Bian Que, traveling everywhere to practice medicine and help the world. Life was pretty good, but time is ruthless. Bian Que passed away, Qin Shi Huang passed away, Liu Bang passed away, one by one, famous emperors and heroes gradually sank into the long river of years, while Wang Zhi seemed to have gained eternal youth, still looking so young.

  Everyone yearns for eternal life, but Wang Zhi is extremely painful. Watching one after another acquaintance, friends he has made, and the loved ones he likes slowly grow old and turn to dust, Wang Zhi's heart is as if it has been ruthlessly cut by a sharp blade. He loathes being immortal.

  In the following days, Wang Zhi became extremely reclusive, and all his thoughts were focused on studying and researching traditional Chinese medicine. In each period, he sought out famous masters of traditional Chinese medicine. He discussed Tao with Zhang Zhongjing for many years, had long conversations day and night with Hua Tuo, slept in the same bed as Sun Simiao, and studied together with Li Shizhen.

  For over a thousand years, he had advanced his medical skills to an incredible level. He could revive the dead and cure any illness, no matter how difficult or complex. All kinds of diseases were cured with his medicine, but he remained unknown and hidden in the darkness of time, never revealing himself to the world. Saving lives and practicing traditional Chinese medicine became his sole pursuit.

  Finally, the long life has finally come to an end, he died in a war at the end of the Ming Dynasty. Before his death, he felt deeply relieved, the long loneliness and long-term solitude made him feel deeply the loveliness of death. In the moment he closed his eyes, he laughed happily.

  Perhaps heaven and Wang Zhi played a very lovely joke, Wang Zhi opened his eyes again, he returned to the room before crossing over, time also miraculously stopped, his nearly two-thousand-year-long lonely and desolate life seemed like just a dream.

  Once again seeing the familiar parents, dear grandfather, Wang Zhi had a feeling of being in a trance-like state. At that moment, he finally collapsed, subconsciously closing off his own consciousness, unwilling to think or face it. He was afraid that all of this would turn out to be just an illusion, a fleeting dream that would vanish into thin air.

  A magical journey, a miraculous return, and a long experience made 23-year-old Wang Zhi seem overnight as if he had aged prematurely. For a whole week, Wang Zhi sat in the chair by West Lake every day, staring blankly at the lake surface, as if the river water held the answers he sought.

  The sky gradually darkened, and the early spring evening was still cool and refreshing. Most tourists had left one after another, and a gentle breeze blew across the lake, bringing a hint of coolness. Wang Zhi's thin body seemed to be trembling slightly in the gentle breeze.

  "It's still cold." Wang Zhi withdrew his dazed eyes, tightened the jacket on him, slowly stood up and muttered: "Since I know it's cold, it means my heart still has temperature, but how should I deal with myself? A dream of Nankuo, waking up makes people heartbroken, heartbroken is so painful."

  A single tear rolled down the corner of his eye, Wang Zhi slowly walked home, able to survive for a thousand years in such a difficult environment, Wang Zhi was not a weak and timid person who chose to escape, he just hadn't found his heart back yet, or maybe he still didn't dare to believe.

  "Help!" Just then, Wang Zhi, who was walking slowly, heard a shrill cry for help. The cry sounded particularly jarring in the stillness of the night.

  "Ah! The vast ocean of people and life, a solitary boat with a single lantern, you come and go in foreign lands, the time of life and death is hard to be eternal." Hearing the cry for help, Wang Zhi's slow footsteps paused slightly, then slowly let out a sigh, softly reciting his own feelings. Having seen too much of birth, aging, illness, and death, having seen too much of joy and sorrow, parting and reunion, Wang Zhi's heart seemed to have become somewhat apathetic.

  Ignoring the constant cries for help, Wang Zhi continued to walk slowly. He needed to adapt; life was too fleeting, and only through experience could one understand. Wang Zhi had experienced too much and gained too many insights, but as a result, he felt somewhat lost.

  "Big brother, save me, save my husband!" Just as Wang Zhi was still walking slowly and carelessly, a beautiful young woman with blood all over her body suddenly rushed out from the side of the road. Her hair was disheveled, her forehead was still oozing blood, and her elegant yellow long dress was torn in many places.

  The young woman rushed out in a fluster, threw her arms around Wang Zhi's legs and cried bitterly, begging him.

  Wang Zhishun looked in the direction that the young woman had fled, and saw a silver-white BMW sedan lying crookedly on the side of the road. The car body was badly damaged, and a man wearing a suit was lying at the edge of the car, covered in blood. His chest was rising and falling weakly, and he seemed to be struggling to breathe, clearly on the verge of death.

  "Hurry up and call 120, it's still possible to save him." Wang Zhiran said calmly, leaning against the young woman who was hugging her own legs, staring at the man not far away with no emotion.

  "Big brother, our phone has been smashed, I've been waiting here for five minutes already, and no one has come over. Big brother, please help us out, maybe you can make a call or something." The young woman pleaded tearfully.

  It's also true that Wang Zhi walked on a slightly remote road, and there were few vehicles in this area, so it was indeed unlikely for anyone to come here. I really don't know how the couple got into an accident, maybe it was another drunk driving tragedy.

  Cell phone, Wang Zhi couldn't help but laugh, his laughter was a bit bitter. Since returning to the city again, Wang Zhi had hardly touched his cell phone at all, and even eating meals was rare. If it weren't for the fact that he had spent a long time in that era learning some internal Qigong techniques and practicing some life-saving martial arts skills, perhaps today's Wang Zhi would have already fainted to the ground.

  "Big brother, please help me out, I'll definitely repay you well." Seeing Wang Zhi's indifference, the young woman thought he had some idea and quickly expressed herself.

  "Alas! Alright, I'll be merciful one more time." Looking at the young woman who was embracing him and constantly begging, Wang Zhi seemed to see those beloved ones who had died in front of him. He finally couldn't help but sigh again, and casually pushed the young woman aside, quickly walking towards the man.