The famous surgeon Lin Jie died in the artillery fire on the battlefield in Africa. When he opened his eyes, he became a homeless man in a plague town in another world.
Treatment here relies on priests, and the plague is called "divine punishment." He watched as the church knights were about to burn down the feverish patients together with their houses.
Lin Jie squeezed through the crowd, picked up a rusty hatchet and burned it red in the fire. "Step aside," he said, "I'm the doctor."
Three days later, the patient was walking. The church's arrest warrant and the royal solicitation were sent to him at the same time.
From then on, this other world was in chaos: the "magic medicine" he brewed from moldy bread was more effective than the cardinal's holy magic; he polished two crystals, allowing the archbishop to see with his own eyes the so-called "demons" - just a group of wriggling bacteria; the orcs' thousand-year "blood rage curse" was a matter of a vaccine for him; he performed a 12-hour major operation on the elves' dying sacred tree, and the tree came alive, and the elves' centuries-old faith collapsed.
The Temple called him a "blasphemer" and the Mage Tower called him a "thief who steals the secrets of life." Until the evil god of destruction known as the "Lord of Corruption" awakens, his breath is plague, and the holy light is extinguished like a candle in front of him.
The Pope and the King were on their knees, and everyone was waiting to die. At this time, Lin Jie came over with a medical kit, followed by his only partner—former Templar Captain and current rebel leader Rex.
"Everyone, get up." Lin Jie opened the box. There was no holy water inside, only syringes and petri dishes. "This is not some divine battle."
