Ji Jue reached out his hand, caressing their faces, "Cooperate a bit, we're all encountering firsts, my first time being a doctor, and for you, the first time to be cured, and the first time to die."
He said, "I promise."
Perhaps, he could never be a good doctor in his lifetime.
Ji Jue was well aware of this fact.
Lacking patience and so-called compassion, he despised fools and idiots, and he couldn't help but frown upon seeing troubles they brought upon themselves; it was impossible to endlessly extend a helping hand to patients.
Seeing someone heading towards their own demise, he would stand by and watch the spectacle with a cold sneer. The only thing he was good at, somewhat related to being a doctor, was saying "no hope," "wait to die," and "farewell."
Why on Earth tell someone to be a good doctor?
How was this last will different from a curse?
It was said that calling someone to study medicine would bring divine retribution!