Chapter 1 The Prayers of Despair and Indifference

The walls of a hospital have heard more sincere prayers and more despair than the halls of any church or temple.

And more indifference.

My mother died during a difficult childbirth, leaving me with a weak constitution from a young age.

As a child, I visited the hospital far more often than I attended school. I witnessed countless instances of suffering and arguments. I saw elderly patients, still conscious, while their children demanded they be discharged, arguing over inheritance in the hallway.

I saw young people working to support their families.

One was crushed by a collapsing mud wall and needed tens of thousands for treatment.

His father chose a quick fix, carrying his son home. But what could he do at home?

His head was limp, just waiting to die.

I understood that illness and accidents often arrive sooner than natural death; I understood that living to old age is almost a luxury for humans.

Until my father died in an alcohol-related accident, an old man healed my body.

That's when I realized how intoxicating it is to breathe freely, how a healthy body surpasses all the pleasures in the world. It is the most precious thing in the world.

I decided I wanted to study medicine.

...

Our work and study, all our struggles and sacrifices, have meaning.

This is what my professor told us with utmost seriousness during our first year of medical school.

I always kept it in mind, throwing myself wholeheartedly into my medical studies.

And then I became a real doctor—

I am determined to do my utmost to relieve human suffering, to help perfect health, to maintain the sanctity and honor of medical skills, to heal the wounded and rescue the dying, to pursue tirelessly, and to struggle for the development of human medical and health undertakings and the physical and mental health of humankind for the rest of my life.

Human progress is more important than everything.

...

Wei Yuan informed the Special Operations Group about the discovery of someone using ancient Wu Xian (shaman) techniques.

Naturally, he obtained the medical records of Qi Xiangxue, Su Yu'er's roommate, from them. Scrolling through his phone, he saw the doctor who treated Qi Xiangxue, a man in his thirties who looked fair and gentle, with bright eyes that revealed a persistent and serious demeanor.

His resume was even more exaggerated.

It was no exaggeration to say that he was a true genius.

Despite his young age, he had already achieved high accomplishments in medicine, focusing on overcoming difficult and complicated diseases, and had achieved admirable results, being seen as a rising star in medicine, a future star. Wei Yuan pondered, unable to determine if this doctor was really responsible.

But for now, he could only use this as a breakthrough point.

Wei Yuan looked at the top of the resume.

"Zhou Zichang..."

The Wu Xian disappeared from the Divine Continent during the Xia Dynasty, reappearing in the human world during the reign of the seventh king of the Shang Dynasty. No one knows what happened at that time. Then, after King Wu of Zhou defeated Zhou, the Wu Xian lineage completely disappeared and never appeared again.

Why did they suddenly reappear now?

Was it because of the spiritual energy revival, or some other reason?

Wei Yuan pondered, suppressing these fluctuating thoughts for the time being. He could only confirm one thing: once the Wu Xian really reappeared, their destructive potential would be quite terrifying. Moreover, he himself would inevitably become one of the Wu Xian's targets for revenge.

After all, back then, Yu had conquered the lands according to the mountains in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

And the Classic of Mountains and Seas was engraved by him.

It would be unreasonable not to take revenge.

Wei Yuan rubbed his brow, saying goodbye to Jue and Yu Ji before leaving. Jue was learning to paint, and upon hearing this, she put down her brush and asked, "Are you going out? What are you going to do?"

Wei Yuan noticed the girl's surprised eyes. The pure Qi of Heaven, her intuition was quite strong. He said without changing his expression:

"It's nothing, just going to visit an old friend."

"If all goes well, I'll be back today."

Kunlun Mountain and Wu Mountain have a certain degree of contact in some sense. Wei Yuan didn't want to involve the Celestial Maiden in this matter, fearing unexpected events. Besides, he only intended to investigate the situation initially. If the other party wasn't too difficult to deal with, he would handle it himself, or request fire support from the Special Operations Group.

If it was indeed the revival of the Wu Xian, it would be quite tricky.

Then the Tu Shan Tribe wasn't just him alone back then.

So he smiled, changing the subject, "Are you painting?"

Jue nodded, her voice gentle and elegant, smiling:

"Yes, this technique is called oil painting. I've never seen it before. Yu is teaching me."

Wei Yuan looked at the painting and sincerely praised, "This cow is painted very well, with a strong and fat body. It looks like a good hand at farm work. Did you capture its spirit? Are you going to paint a picture of a shepherd boy playing a flute?"

Yu Ji opened her mouth, speechless.

The girl was silent. After a long while, her eyes lowered slightly, and she said quietly:

"Yuan, this is Qiongqi."

Wei Yuan: "..............."

Without changing his expression, he said, "Actually, my eyesight hasn't been very good lately."

"Looking closely, it is indeed Qiongqi."

......................

After awkwardly explaining for a few sentences, the ancient Crouching Tiger, carrying his sword, took his leave in a sorry state.

He boarded a vehicle heading to his destination.

Modern technology, although it hasn't shortened the distance between cities, has made travel faster.

Wei Yuan wore simple clothes, his sword stored in a box behind him, and then concealed it with illusion-like magic to avoid unnecessary trouble. Then he got off in front of the hospital. This hospital was quite large.

Actually, until you arrive at the hospital, it's hard to imagine that so many people around you are suffering from illness.

Wei Yuan found the registration desk. In modern society, you can directly register through an App.

Wei Yuan searched and randomly registered for a doctor's emergency appointment.

While waiting, he happened to see that Dr. Zhou was lowering his head and speaking gently to a patient, explaining something. Wei Yuan cast an invisibility spell, stepped forward and stood behind Zhou Zichang, observing silently, following him all the way, but observed that this doctor was sincerely comforting the patient.

His own essence, energy, and spirit were quite pure.

He wasn't the kind of person who would pretend and secretly harbor harmful intentions.

And Wei Yuan's simple invisibility spell wasn't even noticed by the other party, obviously just a simple doctor, not a cultivator, and naturally not an ancient inheritance, a shaman of the Wu Xian country. This directly caused a break in Wei Yuan's previous speculation. He frowned slightly, then guessed, could it be that Qi Xiangxue had blood drawn here for testing, and during this process, someone noticed the problem with the bloodline on her body and was targeted?

Although Qi Xiangxue had the bloodline of a shaman, she was just an ordinary person.

If a cultivator lurking in the dark attacked her, she wouldn't have any memory of it.

While he was truly thinking, that Dr. Zhou looked at his watch, and somewhat apologetically chatted with the surrounding doctors and nurses, probably referring to the fact that at this time, he needed to go and see patients participating in special treatment and needed to leave early.

Zhou Zichang is a young expert in Yingtian Prefecture for blood cancer.

And he has already made considerable progress.

Many people who have this terminal illness will even come here from thousands of miles away, hoping to receive better treatment. Currently, many patients have broken through the normal life expectancy limit of blood cancer.

Although family members are not allowed to visit frequently, being able to let their family live, or to let themselves live, live longer, is still a rare hope. Zhou Zichang nodded apologetically to his colleagues and left the hospital. Wei Yuan originally planned to continue here, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hint of excitement in the doctor's eyes, and frowned slightly.

That wasn't like a doctor facing his own patients.

Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, and in the state of invisibility, stepped out and followed Zhou Zichang.

Zhou Zichang got into the car, not noticing that there was another person in his car, and drove to the specialized treatment and research center for blood cancer patients under his charge. This was donated by social welfare organizations and several large enterprises, and was specifically used to overcome the problem of blood cancer.

Zhou Zichang walked into the research institute.

He put on a white coat, and the staff in the research institute were very respectful to him.

The young medical expert walked into the elevator and went to the third basement floor.

Layers of heavy doors were opened, and Wei Yuan stepped behind him. With each level entered, another door closed, and after the last metal door was opened, the sounds of desperate screams and weak murmurs echoed in the room filled with the strong smell of disinfectant.

The patients, who were kept asleep and quiet during visits, were bound, either having blood drawn or being injected with certain special drugs. An old man glared at the young doctor, his face distorted with pain, and said:

"Zhou Zichang, you're crazy, cough cough cough, you're crazy, is this your treatment?!"

Zhou Zichang replied, "Blood cancer cells have the potential to survive indefinitely."

He took out a light amber liquid and said, "If we can crack the infinite division of cells, then humans will not fear death, and many diseases will be solved easily, and all medical progress, all scientific progress, requires sufficient sample comparison, accompanied by errors and sacrifices."

"Professor, this is what you taught me."

"Our work and study, all our struggles and sacrifices, are meaningful."

The old man, who had spent his life healing the wounded and rescuing the dying, had a frozen expression.

It was as if he was looking at a demon.

His most outstanding disciple, Zhou Zichang, looked at him, and also looked at a bronze *ding* (ritual cauldron) on the table, no bigger than a palm, but simple and ancient, with delicate Dan bird patterns, and answered:

"I am determined to do my utmost to relieve human suffering, to help perfect health..."

"To pursue tirelessly, and to struggle for the development of human medical and health undertakings and the physical and mental health of humankind for the rest of my life."

"Human progress, its importance surpasses everything."

"Therefore, sacrifices and struggles are meaningful and valuable."

The old man was shocked, angry, and sad, and said, "You only have the skill, but not the medical ethics..."

"How could those entrepreneurs be willing to provide funds for you?"

Zhou Zichang frowned and said:

"Professor, you must know that immortality is the real profit for those people."

"They can all see how much benefit I would bring to mankind if I succeed, why can't you understand it? Teacher, you can understand it, right?"

Zhou Zichang looked to the side as he said the second sentence.

Looking at the bronze *ding* with a faint flowing light, he could see the vaguely visible man next to the bronze *ding*, wearing an ancient robe, with a gentle expression. This was his teacher, who had conditioned his body when he was young, letting him know how important health was, telling him that a true doctor should overcome immortality.

Wu Xuan was watching Zhou Zichang.

Watching this disciple who wanted to combine the elixir of immortality with the terminal illness of blood cancer.

Using the elixir of immortality to restrain blood cancer, and then using the characteristics of blood cancer to make up for the shortcomings of the elixir of immortality.

He had a strange feeling that he could feel that everything Zhou Zichang did was from the bottom of his heart, but this behavior of wanting to let mankind conquer disease and death from the bottom of his heart now seemed extremely evil, but what did it have to do with him.

Wu Xuan, who was hiding in this ancient Shang Dynasty artifact, no longer cared.

He only hoped to be resurrected.

At this moment, suddenly, a wind rose in this cold and bright place, like a wanton wind from the wilderness. The potions that were originally planned to be injected into those patients to observe the conflicting state of the 'elixir of immortality' and blood cancer that had been created were suddenly shattered.

Most of the researchers fainted at the same time.

Zhou Zichang did not faint because of the Shang Dynasty bronze *ding* next to him. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the wind, seeing a young man wearing a black Chinese buttoned top and combat boots, holding a sword in his hand. The latter was staring at the bronze ware, seeing the patterns almost similar to the Shang King's bronze *jue* (wine cup).

Things of King Zhou of Shang...

The map of Zhaoge.

After King Zhou, there was no Wu Xian clan.

Wei Yuan vaguely grasped something, but it was suppressed by anger.

Zhou Zichang was faintly irritated and said, "Who are you?! Why are you destroying my research?"

He was sincerely angry, stepping forward to push Wei Yuan away. The latter frowned, raising his hand and slapping the young man's face, knocking him back, his white and gentle face instantly swelling up, stars flashing in his eyes, and he was dazed. Wei Yuan coldly stared at the Shang Dynasty bronze *ding*, slowly saying:

"The Wu Xian country is still the same as it was back then."

"In the beginning, Yu shouldn't have just severed the connection between Wu Mountain and the human world."

Zhou Zichang was stunned, and Wu Xuan first frowned, still carrying a trace of indifference and disdain for the later generations of cultivators until Wei Yuan took action to knock Zhou Zichang back. When he heard the second sentence, his expression finally froze, looking at the young man, suddenly feeling familiar, and something deeply engraved in his memory suddenly appeared.

Making this remnant soul's pupils widen—

If you cover up this face, only revealing the eyes.

If you let him put on ancient clothes.

Then it would be extremely familiar, that was the person who once held the jade book, standing beside King Yu, recording all things in the world with a carving knife, recording what King Yu saw with words.

In the past, in the era when legends did not die.

The simple man once indifferently picked up a stone carving knife and wrote lines of words on the jade tablet.

'There is Spirit Mountain, Wu Xian, Wu Ji, Wu Pan, Wu Peng, Wu Gu, Wu Zhen, Wu Li, Wu Di, Wu Xie, Wu Luo.'

'The ten shamans ascend and descend from here, and hundreds of medicines are stored here.'

The remnant soul on the bronze ware almost retreated violently, almost instinctively wanting to stay away from the young man.

Even the bronze ware trembled violently.

Zhou Zichang heard his teacher's always flat voice suddenly stagnate, and then become panicked and shrill:

"It's you?!"

"How could you still be alive?"

"How could you still be alive?!"

ps: Today's second update... 4200 words, thank you to Qian Xia Qingchang for the ten thousand reward.

It didn't feel good to cut it off, and then, this book has always been fictional, and all the characters are for the reasonable development of the plot... I personally respect doctors very much, and my family members are also doctors... it's just the shaman, Wu Xian, elixir of immortality, plot arrangement, ha~