When the Oriental Medicine Man Atractylodes Comes to Gotham

After ascending to the throne, Master Atractylodes woke up and found that he had become the personal doctor of Gotham's richest man. This Mr. Bruce Wayne is a simple beauty during the day, but always comes back with gunshot wounds at night. He took out a handful of silver needles: "Your wound is ulcerated and requires acupuncture to detoxify." The next day, there were inexplicably rows of tiny needle holes on the shoulders of Batman's uniform. When Scarecrow's poisonous gas enveloped the whole city, Bai Shu chuckled in Batman's ear: "Does such a trivial skill deserve to be called 'poison'?" The rain in Gotham always carries a smell of rust and corruption, beating on the cold glass windows of the hospital's intensive care unit. Inside the windows, bright lights reflected the expensive walnut floors and meticulous medical equipment. Bai Shu, or in other words, he who exists here and now under the name "Doctor Bai", is lowering his eyes and cleaning his hands. The water flowed through his long fingers, carrying an ancient rhythm that was incompatible with this room filled with the smell of disinfectant. When he ascended, he encountered time and space turbulence, and his immortality was not stable, so he fell into this world. When he woke up, he became the "personal doctor" of Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham. The person on the bed woke up and let out a muffled groan. Bruce Wayne, the playboy in the newspaper headlines during the day, hugging the Victoria's Secret supermodel and smiling like a beautiful fool at a charity dinner, is now exposing his muscular upper body. A fresh gunshot wound on his left shoulder is swollen and swollen. The edge has turned ominous black and purple and is slightly swollen. "Mr. Wayne," Bai Zhu turned around, his voice was calm, no emotion or anger could be heard, as if he was making a statement.