Medical Wish

The walls of the hospital have heard more sincere prayers and more despair than the temples of churches.

And indifference.

My mother died of dystocia, and my health has been bad since childhood.

When I was a teenager, I went to the hospital more often than I went to school. I have seen countless pains and quarrels. I have seen elderly people lying down and still conscious, but their children asked not to be hospitalized anymore and asked to go home to recuperate, and quarreled over inheritance across the corridor.

I have seen teenagers who went out to work to supplement their family income.

Being hit by a collapsed earth wall requires tens of thousands of yuan for treatment.

His father chose to deal with it and took his son home. What can he do when he goes home?

His head has softened, just waiting to die.

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

Until my father died accidentally due to alcoholism, I met an old man who nursed me back to health.

At that time, I realized that breathing freely is so intoxicating, and that a healthy body is more enjoyable than anything else in the world. This is the most precious thing in the world.

I decided that I wanted to study medicine.

...

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

This is what my professor said to us very seriously when we were freshmen.

I always kept it in mind and devoted myself to studying medicine.

Then I became a real doctor——

I am determined to do my best to eliminate human diseases, help perfect health, maintain the sanctity and honor of medical skills, save the dying and the wounded, endure hardships, pursue persistently, and fight for the development of human medicine and health and human physical and mental health for a lifetime.

The progress of mankind is more important than anything else.

...…

Wei Yuan informed the special operations team of the news that someone had performed the ancient Wuxian technique.

Then he naturally got the medical records of Su Yuer's roommate Qi Xiangxue from them. He slid his finger on his phone and saw the doctor who treated Qi Xiangxue. He was a male doctor in his thirties, with a fair and gentle face, bright eyes, and a sense of persistence and seriousness.

And his resume was even more exaggerated.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a genius in the true sense.

Although he is young, he has already achieved high attainments in medicine, focusing on overcoming difficult and complicated diseases, and has achieved amazing results. He is regarded as a rising star in medicine and a future star. Wei Yuan pondered for a moment and was not sure whether it was really the doctor's work.

But at present, this can only be used as a breakthrough.

Wei Yuan looked at the top of the resume.

"Zhou Zichang..."

Wu Xian once disappeared from Shenzhou during the Yu and Xia dynasties, and appeared again in the seventh generation of the Shang Dynasty. I don't know what happened at that time. Later, after King Wu of Zhou defeated Zhou, Wu Xian's lineage completely disappeared and never appeared in later generations.

Why did he suddenly appear now?

Is it because of the revival of spiritual energy, or some other reasons?

Wei Yuan pondered, temporarily suppressing these fluctuating thoughts. He could only confirm one thing, once Wu Xian really reappeared, his destructiveness would be quite terrible, and on the other hand, he himself would inevitably become one of Wu Xian's targets for revenge.

After all, Yu had fought one mountain after another according to the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

He was the one who carved the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

It would be unjust if he didn't take revenge.

Wei Yuan rubbed his brows. Before leaving, he said hello to Jue and Yu Ji. Jue was learning to sit and paint. Hearing this, he put down the pen in his hand and asked, "Are you going out? What are you going to do?"

Wei Yuan noticed the girl's surprised eyes. The clear air of heaven, his own intuition is quite strong, and he said calmly:

"Nothing, just visiting an old friend."

"If everything goes well, I will be back today."

Kunlun Mountain and Wushan Mountain have a certain degree of contact in a sense. Wei Yuan does not want the goddess to be involved in this matter, worried that something unexpected will happen. Besides, this time he only intends to make a preliminary investigation of the situation. If the other party is not so difficult to deal with, he will go himself, or apply for firepower support from the action group.

If it is indeed Wu Xian's revival, it will be more difficult.

Then he was not the only one left in Tushan tribe back then.

So she smiled and changed the subject: "Are you painting?"

Jue nodded, his voice was soft and elegant, and he smiled:

"Yes, this technique called oil painting, I have never seen it before, let Yu teach me."

Wei Yuan looked at the painting and praised sincerely: "This cow is painted very well, with a strong and fat body. It is a good hand at farm work. If you get the divine will, are you going to paint a shepherd boy playing the flute?"

Yu Ji opened her mouth and was speechless.

The girl was silent for a long time, and then her eyes drooped slightly and she said silently:

"Yuan, this is Qiongqi."

Wei Yuan: "..."

He said calmly: "Actually, my eyesight has not been very good recently."

"If you look closely, it is indeed Qiongqi."

......

After a few awkward explanations, the ancient crouching tiger carried his sword and said goodbye in embarrassment.

He got on the vehicle to the destination.

With modern technology, the distance between cities has not shortened, but the travel has become faster.

Wei Yuan was wearing simple clothes, and the sword behind him was put into a box. Then he used a magic trick to cover it up to avoid unnecessary trouble. Then he got off the car in front of the hospital. The scale of this hospital was quite large.

In fact, before going to the hospital, it was hard to imagine that there would be so many people around him suffering from illness.

Wei Yuan found the registration office. In modern society, you can use the app to register directly.

Wei Yuan searched and randomly registered an emergency number of a doctor.

While waiting, he happened to see Dr. Zhou, who was lowering his head and explaining something to a patient in a gentle tone. Wei Yuan picked up a magic trick, stepped behind Zhou Zichang, observed silently, and followed all the way, but he observed that this doctor was sincerely comforting the patient.

His spirit and soul are quite pure.

He is not the kind of person who pretends to be bumbling and secretly has harmful thoughts.

The other party did not notice Wei Yuan's simple trick. Obviously, he was just a simple doctor, not a cultivator, and naturally could not be a witch of the ancient Wuxiang Kingdom. This directly caused a fault in Wei Yuan's previous speculation. He frowned slightly and guessed, could it be that Qi Xiangxue was drawn here for blood tests, and someone discovered the problem of her blood during the process, and she was tricked?

Although Qi Xiangxue has the blood of a witch, she is just an ordinary person.

If a cultivator lurked in the dark and attacked her, she would not have any impression.

While thinking, Dr. Zhou looked at his watch, but apologetically talked to the doctors and nurses around him for a few words, probably meaning that he needed to go and see the patients who were participating in special treatment at this time and needed to leave early.

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

And considerable progress has been made.

Many people with this terminal illness will even come here from thousands of miles away, hoping that they can get better treatment. At present, many patients have exceeded the normal life expectancy limit of blood cancer.

Although family members are not allowed to visit frequently, it is still a rare hope to keep their family members alive, or to keep themselves alive and live longer. Zhou Zichang apologized to his colleagues and nodded, and left the hospital. Wei Yuan originally planned to stay here, but he saw a flash of excitement in the doctor's eyes and frowned slightly.

That didn't look like a doctor facing his own patients.

Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, and under the state of deception, he stepped out and followed Zhou Zichang.

Zhou Zichang got in the car, and did not realize that there was another person in the car. He drove to the special rehabilitation research center for blood cancer patients that he was responsible for. This place 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 people in the institute were very respectful to him.

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

The heavy doors were opened layer by layer, and Wei Yuan followed behind him. Before he entered a layer, another layer of doors closed. After the last metal door was opened, the sound of desperate screams and weak whispers rang out in the room filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.

When being visited, the patients who were sleeping and keeping quiet were tied up, or had their blood drawn, or were injected with certain special drugs. An old man stared at the young doctor with an angry look on his face, distorted by pain, and said:

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

Zhou Zichang replied: "Blood cancer cells have the possibility of unlimited survival."

He took out a light amber liquid and said: "If we can crack the infinite division of cells, then humans will not be afraid of death, and many diseases will be solved. All medical progress and all scientific progress require sufficient sample comparisons, accompanied by mistakes and sacrifices."

"Professor, this is what you taught me."

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

The old man who has been saving the dying and the wounded all his life looked frozen.

It was like seeing a devil.

His most outstanding disciple Zhou Zichang looked at him and also at a bronze tripod on the table that was only the size of a palm, but was simple and vicissitudes of life, with exquisite red bird patterns, and answered:

"I am determined to do my best to eliminate human diseases and help perfect health..."

"I will work hard and pursue persistently, and strive for the development of human medicine and health and human physical and mental health for my whole life."

"The progress of mankind is more important than anything else."

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

The old man was shocked and sad, and said: "You only have technology, but no medical ethics..."

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

Zhou Zichang frowned and said:

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

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

Zhou Zichang looked to the side for the second sentence.

Looking at the bronze tripod with a faint glow, he could see the man next to the bronze tripod. He was wearing a simple robe and had a gentle look. This was his teacher. When he was young, he took care of his body, let him know how important health is, and told him that a true doctor should overcome immortality.

Wu Xuan looked at Zhou Zichang.

Looking at this disciple who wanted to combine the immortality medicine with the terminal disease of leukemia.

The disciple who used the immortality medicine to restrain leukemia and then used the characteristics of leukemia to make up for the shortcomings of the immortality medicine.

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

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

He only hoped to be able to recover.

At this time, suddenly, the cold and bright place was blown by the wind, like the willful wind from the wilderness. The medicine that was originally intended to be injected into the patients to observe the conflict between the "immortal medicine" and blood cancer was suddenly shattered.

Most of the researchers were in a coma.

Zhou Zichang did not faint because of the bronze tripod of the Shang Dynasty next to him. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the wind. He saw a young man wearing a black buttoned top, combat boots, and holding a sword in his hand. The latter looked at the bronze and saw the pattern that was almost similar to the bronze jar of the Shang King.

Things of King Zhou of Shang...

Map of Chaoge.

After King Zhou, there was no more Wuxiang clan.

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

Zhou Zichang was slightly angry and said, "Who are you? Why are you destroying my research?"

He was genuinely angry and strode forward to push Wei Yuan away. The latter frowned and raised his hand to slap the young man in the face, knocking him back. His fair and gentle face swelled up instantly, and he saw stars and was in a trance. Wei Yuan stared coldly at the bronze tripod of the Shang Dynasty and said:

"Wuxiang Kingdom is still the same as it was back then."

"At the beginning, Yu should not have just cut off the connection between Wushan and the human world."

Zhou Zichang was stunned, and Wu Xuan frowned at first, and until Wei Yuan took action to beat Zhou Zichang back, he still had a trace of indifference and disdain for the later monks. When he heard the second sentence, he finally looked slightly stunned and looked at the young man. He suddenly felt familiar, and something deeply engraved in his memory suddenly appeared.

Let the pupils of this remnant soul widen——

If this face is covered, only the eyes are exposed

If he were to change into ancient clothes.

Then he would be extremely familiar, that is the person who once held the jade book and stood beside King Yu, recording the world with a carving knife, and recording what King Yu saw with words.

In the past, in the era of immortal legends.

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

'There is a sacred mountain, Wu Xian, Wu Ji, Wu Yu, Wu Peng, Wu Gu, Wu Zhen, Wu Li, Wu Di, Wu Xie, Wu Luo. '

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

The residual soul on the bronze ware almost retreated suddenly, almost instinctively away from the young man.

Even the bronze ware was shaking violently.

Zhou Zichang heard the teacher's calm voice suddenly stagnate, and then became panicked and shrill:

"It's you?!!"

"How could you still be alive?!!"