Flowers Bloom from Ashen Bones, Unaware

But Yun Zhiyi was in a dream, returning to the period when Xuanmen was at its peak. Wearing a black Taoist robe, she stood in the main hall of Xuanqing Temple and said to the disciples in the hall: "A doctor is benevolent and does not distinguish between high and low. If he refuses to save someone, he is in vain to be a disciple of Taoism." "When the moon is full, yin is strong and evil spirits grow, which need to be overcome by yang fire." Like a person who has a cold and coughs, like a person who is poisoned and feels pain. He is just cursed and needs help, not fear. "No matter how difficult it is, you have to try." Yun Zhiyi's eyes fell on the old Beijiang book on the table. "The book says that all things are interdependent and there is always something that can restrain the curse." As the last cobweb was brushed away, the words on the stele were gradually revealed: "Taoist medicine helps the world, not for personal gain." Yun Zhiyi suddenly felt that the so-called inheritance was never about recreating the past, but like this medicinal herb, taking root in new soil. When Yun Zhiyi heard the news, she was sorting out medicinal materials in the medical clinic. The old Taoist doctor sighed: "Every wrongdoer has his own owner, and every debtor has his own owner. This is the work of her inner demons, and it is also the ghost of the wrongdoer from back then who is collecting debts."

This book [like] [like] [like], the author's writing is crisp and clear, the scene is quiet and calm, and there is also the sentence: Doctors are kind-hearted and do not seek for themselves; it is heart-warming. I look forward to the day when this book will be made into an anime [laughs]