I nearly got struck dead by heavenly lightning the moment I was born. The old man said purple bolts had come one after another, scorching the bricks and tiles on the hospital roof. My mother was so frightened that she fainted halfway through labor. As for what extraordinary chance had allowed me to survive against all odds, he always kept his lips sealed.
Perhaps that was why my father left without a trace after saying, “He is still a grandson of the Li family, after all.”
The old man named me Li Pingping. As he put it, “Being plain and unremarkable is a blessing.” He also said I must have committed every evil under the sun in my previous life.
Though my father never cared for me and my mother showed me no love, my grandfather and I relied on each other, and our days were still full and satisfying. He was a country doctor who taught me many of his secret skills, probably so I could do good through medicine and stay safe the next time heaven punished me!
Then one day, the old man disappeared, and I learned by chance that this lecherous, irreverent little geezer had once been the famed Ghost Hand, the Medical Immortal who shook the Three Realms...
And the friends I had met by sheer coincidence turned out to be gods who had descended to the mortal world...
