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"Thank you for the invitation. I'm in Yaowang Valley and I just sent away the God of Plague with a bowl of ginger soup.
Recently, many people on Zhihu have asked, how did a helpless doctor survive and become a master in such a hellish beginning in the end of ancient times?
He even turned a prince who could control the wind and rain into a 'loyal dog' beside me?
Don't worry, listen to me slowly.
The story begins that winter.
Snow sealed the mountains, people died of hunger all over the land, and even the palace was so frozen that it was almost impossible to open the pot.
I, an ordinary doctor, am preparing to clean up my century-old medicine house, intending to survive until the last moment in this shabby era.
Who knew, God would send me a 'big gift' - a dying man covered in blood.
At that time, I just thought that this man was good at martial arts, and if he was saved, he could help me carry my luggage and drive away those blind refugees.
After all, my medicine house contains the life-saving straw for the whole troubled world.
Unexpectedly, this 'guard' became more and more comfortable the more I used it, and the more I looked at it, the more pleasing it became. In the end... Not only did it beat me down in the world, but it also kept pestering me every day to warm my bed.
In this world, doctors need money to save people, but I saved people... And saved an emperor to go home.
——You ask me how I did it?
Probably my silver needle, in addition to saving people, can also
