Taoist Medical Records: My Days of Cultivating Immortality in the World of Mortals

I was a materialistic medical student until the day my grandfather passed away, leaving me a dilapidated country clinic and a torn copy of "The Medical Practice of Huangting Interior Scenery". On the first seven nights, there was a knock on the door. The visitor turned out to be a bride from the next village who had just committed suicide by drinking pesticide and had obviously been taken to the crematorium! Everyone in the village said it was a fake corpse, but I was the only one who saw that there was still a trace of Yang fire in her body. With a silver needle and a bowl of talisman water, I just snatched my life back from the hands of the Lord of Hell! From then on, Chen's Medical Clinic had an additional rule: treat people during the day, and treat patients at midnight... It depends on fate. Snake coiled sore, dragon's head biting its tail? I use ink to draw a tiger, I hope you can break it! Workers in unfinished buildings frequently break their legs? That is the evil spirit of infrasonic waves. I will set up a moxibustion array to scientifically remove the evil spirit! From rural doctors to urban legends, I step by step uncovered the shocking secrets behind the "Qigong craze" in the 1980s. Don't ask me what kind of immortality I practice, I only know how to cure diseases. I go to work to treat pre-existing illnesses, and go to work to treat existing illnesses. And I specialize in treating "difficult and miscellaneous diseases" in this world of mortals. (Note: All the medical cases in this book are based on prototypes. Although it is good to cultivate immortality, please do not imitate!)