Core warning: If the “divine doctor” tag makes you expect a story about healing the sick and saving lives, stop here! This is a revenge feast in which Chen Yang weaves a web in the shadows and shows no mercy!]
Silver needles were his guide, but they could not undo the massacre that befell his family ten years ago.
His family was wiped out overnight, and his loved ones left no bones behind. Ten years later, Chen Yang returned and finally glimpsed the “revenge ghost” manipulated by fate, lurking behind that catastrophe. The game was only just beginning from the start.
Now his sworn brother had been left an idiot because of him, his memories shattered. So Chen Yang took up his silver needles like blades and reopened his “path of medicine” amid the ruins. He meant to treat not injuries or illnesses, but the festering sores of this world. He meant to save not all of humankind, but to settle a blood debt ten years overdue.
The “younger sister” who wept and called him big brother had eyes colder than a viper's. The silver needle in his hand was both a key to awakening lost memories and a sharp blade aimed at the heart of the mystery.
This was a race against time. As fragments of memory began to bleed, he had to deliver that fatal needle before the truth was completely erased. Only after that self-important avenger had cut off every avenue of retreat with his own hands would he realize that he was merely a piece on Chen Yang's chessboard, carefully raised for ten years.
Who was that ghost? When the mask was torn away, a shocking secret would be revealed.
