The Special Forces Doctor in the City

Confident in life for a hundred years, he will stride across ninety thousand miles. He can heal like a saint, saving countless lives with his medicine; he can kill like a demon, leaving bodies everywhere and blood soaking his clothes. In the end, he is only an ordinary man.

“I’m a failure. My parents abandoned me when I was little, and my adoptive father despised me when I grew up. I’m down and out, all alone. Let me go quietly like this.”

In the dead of night, silence surrounds him. By the light of a spark at his fingertips and three glowing embers on the incense burner, a memorial tablet appears and disappears from view. Qin Jue gently pours the wine in his cup onto the ground, mourning himself...