To Persuade People to Practice Medicine, the Sky Will Strike Like Lightning

[Medical sacrifice enters the world of immortality, hard core knowledge + relaxed daily life + suspenseful undercover, atypical and cool writing, a growing heroine with no CP] Wan Xing, a clinical medical student, was sent away by a doctor during his internship. When I woke up, I found that I had entered the world of cultivating immortals. My white coat turned into coarse linen clothes, and my hair tie turned into a tree branch. Before they could figure out the situation, they saw a young man suffering a cardiac arrest and falling to the ground. The monks around him would just stare: "I'm out of breath, I can't be saved." Wan Xing:? Isn't this the job of cardiopulmonary resuscitation? A set of CPR silky little combos The boy lived. The onlookers were stunned: What kind of lost ancient secret technique is this? ! Wan Xing just wants to say: There is no AED, and it is a medical miracle that I was able to be saved. Before she could take a breath, a fairy in green fell from the sky and grabbed her with shining eyes: "The bones are very good, and he is a good candidate for practicing medicine! Become my teacher, and you will be provided with food and shelter!" As soon as he finished speaking, thunder exploded from the sky, hitting his head and face. Wan Xing: ... To persuade people to practice medicine, is there a thunderbolt from heaven? Fairy, thunder is striking you! Later she discovered that this world of cultivating immortals was a little different: Is there an undercover agent in the sect? Why is there anyone else undercover? Why are there still foreign languages? Why are there still witches and magic? How come there is such a thing as a court and a queen? What is the way of heaven? Turns out he's not God? There are also many talents within the sect: Senior Sister: Are you a soul from another world? Second Senior Brother: You hold the pipa and play the strings~ Third Senior Sister: Remember to miss me♡ Fourth Brother: From observation, you wrote three hours worth of words. Fifth Senior Sister:. "The lights of thousands of houses are bright, and the apricot grove is warm in spring.