The Combination of Medicine and Poison: I Was Stabbed in the Back at the Beginning and I Made a Gun to Kill the God

When I taught the mute girl how to prepare penicillin, she always stared at the scar on my palm. It wasn't until she stabbed the gilded dagger into my liver that I was shocked to realize that the wound made to cover up the birthmark of time travel had been soaked with twelve kinds of poisons. Every person I saved had a new poison added to the medicine soup, and the woman wearing an emerald veil behind the car curtain was waiting for the "Blood Lotus Gu" that could kill gods to be cultivated in my body.