The walls of the hospital listened to more sincere prayers and more despair than the temples of the church.

And indifference.

My mother died in difficult labor, and my body has been weak since I was young.

In my youth, I went to the hospital far more times than I went to school. I have seen countless pains, as well as many arguments. I have seen conscious elderly people lying down, while their children demand that they no longer stay in the hospital and instead return home to recuperate, arguing over inheritance across the corridor.

I have seen young people working outside to support their families.

One was hit by a collapsed mud wall and needed tens of thousands of yuan for medical treatment.

But his father chose to take him home, what good would it do to go home?

He was already on the brink of death.

I understand that illness and accidents often come earlier than natural death; I understand that living to a ripe old age is almost a luxury for humans.

It wasn't until my father died from alcoholism that I met an old man who helped me recover.

It was then that I realized how intoxicating it was to breathe freely, and how a healthy body is more precious than anything else in the world.

I decided that I wanted to study medicine.

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

Our work and studies, all our struggles and sacrifices, are meaningful.

This is what my professor said to us in the first year of college, with great seriousness and sincerity.

I always kept it in mind and devoted myself to the study of medicine.

And then I became a real doctor—

I am determined to do my best to eliminate human suffering, promote health, uphold the sanctity and honor of medicine, save lives, and work tirelessly for the development of human medicine and health.

The progress of humanity is more important than anything else.

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

Wei Yuan discovered that someone was practicing ancient witchcraft and reported it to the special operations team.

Naturally, he obtained the medical records of Su Yu'er's roommate, Qi Xiangxue, from them. As he scrolled through his phone, he saw the doctor who treated Qi Xiangxue. He was a man in his thirties, with a fair and gentle face, bright eyes, and an air of dedication and seriousness.

His resume was even more impressive.

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

Although young, he had achieved high proficiency in medicine, focusing on solving difficult and complex diseases, and had achieved admirable results. He was seen as a rising star in the field of medicine. Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, unable to confirm whether the doctor had truly accomplished all that was listed in his resume.

But for now, this was the only lead he had.

Wei Yuan looked at the top of the resume.

"Zhou Zichang..."

Witchcraft had disappeared from Shen Zhou during the time of Yu and the Xia Dynasty, and then reappeared in the human world during the seventh generation of the Shang Dynasty. It was unknown what had happened at that time. After that, witchcraft completely disappeared after King Wu of Zhou overthrew King Zhou, and did not appear in later generations.

Why would it suddenly reappear now?

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

Wei Yuan pondered, temporarily suppressing these fluctuating thoughts. He could only confirm one thing: if witchcraft did reappear, its destructive power would be quite terrifying. On the other hand, he himself would inevitably become one of the targets of witchcraft's revenge.

After all, back then, Yu had fought against it mountain by mountain.

And it was he who carved the Shan Hai Jing.

It would be unreasonable not to seek revenge for this grudge.

Wei Yuan rubbed his brow and, before leaving, bid farewell to Jue and Yu Ji. Jue was learning to paint, and upon hearing Wei Yuan's words, she put down her brush and asked, "Are you going out? What for?"

Wei Yuan noticed the surprise in the girl's eyes. Her intuition was quite strong, but he remained composed and said, "It's nothing, just going to visit an old friend."

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

In a certain sense, there was a certain degree of interaction between Kunlun Mountain and Wushan. Wei Yuan didn't want the celestial maiden to be involved in this matter, fearing unforeseen changes. Besides, this time, he only intended to conduct a preliminary investigation. If the other party was not too difficult to handle, he would handle it himself, or request support from the special operations team.

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

After all, back then, the Tu Shan tribe was not the only one left.

So he smiled, changed the subject, and said, "Are you painting?"

Jue nodded, her voice soft and elegant, and she smiled, "Yes, this is a technique called oil painting, which I have never seen before. I asked Yu to teach me."

Wei Yuan looked at the painting and sincerely praised, "This ox is painted really well, robust and strong, it looks like a good hand at farming, capturing the spirit of it. Are you painting a picture of a shepherd boy playing the flute?"

Yu Ji opened her mouth, speechless.

The girl remained silent, and after a long time, her eyes drooped slightly as she said quietly, "Yuan, this is a poverty-stricken creature."

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

He remained composed and said, "Actually, my eyesight hasn't been very good lately."

"If you look closely, it does indeed look like a poverty-stricken creature."

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

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Awkwardly explaining a few words, he left in a hurry, carrying his sword on his back.

He boarded the vehicle headed to his destination.

Although the distance between cities and cities had not been shortened by modern technology, travel had become much faster.

Wei Yuan was dressed in simple clothes, with his sword stowed in a box behind him, and he used a concealment spell to avoid unnecessary trouble. He got off the car in front of the hospital, which was quite large in scale.

It was hard to imagine that so many people were suffering from illness and pain until he arrived at the hospital.

Wei Yuan found the registration desk. In modern society, you could register directly using an app.

Wei Yuan flipped through and randomly registered for an emergency appointment with a doctor.

While waiting, he happened to see that Dr. Zhou, who was speaking gently to a patient with his head bowed. Wei Yuan used a concealment spell and silently observed, following him all the way. He observed that the doctor was genuinely comforting the patient.

His spirit and soul were quite pure.He was not the kind of person who would pretend to be someone else and secretly harm others.

But Wei Yuan's simple disguise went unnoticed by the other party, indicating that he was just a simple doctor, not a cultivator, and certainly not an ancient inheritor or a witch from the Witch Salt Nation. This directly caused a gap in Wei Yuan's previous speculation. He frowned slightly and then guessed, could it be that Qi Xiangxue's blood test here had revealed a problem with her bloodline, and someone had taken advantage of this during the process?

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

If a cultivator was lurking in the shadows and targeting her, she wouldn't have noticed.

As he pondered, the doctor named Zhou looked at his watch and then apologized to the doctors and nurses around him, indicating that he needed to leave early to check on a patient undergoing special treatment.

Zhou Zichang was a young expert in the Tianfu region specializing in leukemia.

And he had made significant progress.

Many people with this terminal illness had come from far and wide to seek better treatment here. Currently, many patients had exceeded the normal life expectancy for leukemia. Although frequent visits from family members were not allowed, being able to keep their family members alive, or even to keep themselves alive for longer, was still a rare hope. Zhou Zichang nodded apologetically to his colleagues and left the hospital. Wei Yuan had originally planned to stay there, but he noticed a hint of excitement in the doctor's eyes, which made him furrow his brow slightly.

That didn't seem like the demeanor of a doctor dealing with his own patients.

Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, then walked out under the guise of invisibility and followed behind Zhou Zichang.

Zhou Zichang got into his car and didn't notice that there was someone else in the car with him. He drove to the specialized treatment and research center for leukemia patients under his care. This center was established by a social welfare organization and several large companies, specifically for tackling the problem of leukemia.

Zhou Zichang entered the research institute.

He changed into a white coat, and the staff in the institute treated him with great respect.

The young medical expert walked into the elevator and descended to the third basement level.

As each heavy door closed behind him, another door opened, and when the final metal door opened, the room was filled with the sounds of desperate screams and feeble murmurs, along with the strong smell of disinfectant.

The patients who were being visited were bound, either having their blood drawn or being injected with certain special drugs. An elderly man glared at the young doctor, his face contorted with pain, and said, "Zhou Zichang, have you gone mad? Cough, cough, cough, have you gone mad? Is this your idea of treatment?!"

Zhou Zichang replied, "Leukemia cells have the potential for unlimited survival."

He took out a liquid with a pale amber color and said, "If we can crack the code for unlimited cell division, then humans will no longer fear death, and many diseases will be easily overcome. All medical and scientific progress requires sufficient samples for comparison, along with errors and sacrifices."

"Professor, this is what you taught me."

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

The old man who had spent his life saving lives and helping the sick looked stunned.

It was as if he was seeing a devil.

His most outstanding disciple, Zhou Zichang, looked at him and then at the small, ancient, and exquisite bronze tripod on the table, with delicate patterns of mythical birds. He said, "I am determined to do everything in my power to rid humanity of disease and suffering, and to promote perfect health..."

"Without shirking from hardship, I will strive to advance the development of human medicine and health, and to promote the progress of humanity, which is more important than anything else."

"For this reason, sacrifice and struggle are meaningful and valuable."

The old man was shocked, angry, and sad, and said, "You have only the technical skills, but not the ethics of a doctor..."

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

Zhou Zichang frowned and said, "Professor, you should know that for those people, immortality is the real profit."

"They can all see how much benefit my success would bring to humanity. Why can't you understand that? Teacher, surely you can understand?"

Zhou Zichang's gaze shifted to the side.

He looked at the bronze tripod with a faint flowing light, and could faintly see a man next to it, wearing ancient robes and a gentle expression. This was his teacher, who had nurtured him when he was young, teaching him how important health was and telling him that a true healer should overcome death.

Wei Xuan watched Zhou Zichang.

He watched this man who wanted to combine the elixir of immortality with the terminal illness of leukemia.

To use the elixir of immortality to control leukemia, and then to use the characteristics of leukemia to compensate for the shortcomings of the elixir of immortality.

He had a strange feeling, sensing that everything Zhou Zichang was doing came from his heart, but now, this act of wanting humanity to conquer disease and death seemed extremely evil. But what did that have to do with him?

Wei Xuan, hidden within the Shang Dynasty artifact, no longer cared.

He just hoped to be revived.

At that moment, a cold, bright wind suddenly rose in this place, as if it were a wild wind from the wilderness. The drugs that were intended to be injected into the patients to observe the current state of the "elixir of immortality" and its conflict with leukemia were suddenly shattered.

Most of the researchers all fell unconscious.

Zhou Zichang did not lose consciousness because of the Shang King's bronze tripod next to him. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the rising wind, seeing a young man wearing a black buttoned jacket, combat boots, and holding a sword. The young man was staring at the bronze vessel, which had almost the same pattern as the Shang King's bronze goblet.

The possession of King Zhou of Shang...

The map of Chaoge.

After King Zhou, there were no more descendants of the Witch Salt Clan.

Wei Yuan vaguely grasped something, but suppressed his anger.

Zhou Zichang was vaguely angered and said, "Who are you?! Why are you destroying my research?"He was genuinely angry and walked up to Wei Yuan, wanting to push him away. The latter frowned, raised his hand and slapped the young man's face, causing him to fall back. The fair and gentle face instantly swelled up, his eyes seeing stars, feeling dizzy and absent-minded. Wei Yuan coldly stared at the Shang Dynasty bronze tripod and said slowly:

"Wu Xian Guo, still the same as it was back then."

"Back then, Yu should not have only severed the connection between Wu Mountain and the mortal world."

Zhou Zichang was stunned, while Wu Xuan first frowned, and even when Wei Yuan pushed Zhou Zichang back, he still carried a hint of indifference and disdain for the future cultivators. When he heard the second sentence, his expression finally froze, looking at the young man, suddenly feeling familiar, with something deeply imprinted in his memory suddenly appearing.

This remnant soul's pupils widened—

If his face was covered, leaving only his eyes.

If he were to change into ancient clothing.

Then it would be extremely familiar, the person who once held a jade book and stood by King Yu's side, recording all things in the world with a carving knife and recording what King Yu saw with words.

In the past, in the immortal legends.

The simple man once indifferently mentioned the stone carving knife and wrote lines of text on the jade tablet.

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

'Ten witches rise and fall, and hundreds of medicines are here.'

The remnant soul on the bronze vessel almost instinctively wanted to retreat from the young man, causing even the bronze vessel to tremble violently.

Zhou Zichang heard his teacher's always calm voice suddenly freeze, then became frantic and desperate:

"It's you?!!"

"How could you still be alive?"

"How could you still be alive?!!"