When Chen Mo woke up, he was lying on a mass grave. He was covered in abscesses and had a fever of 40 degrees.
He remembered that he was a fifth-year student at the University of Washington's Clinical School of Medicine - he had studied medicine for five years, but he had forgotten half of what he should have forgotten. What I don't even remember is how I ended up in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, when there were no antibiotics, no scalpels, and no clean water.
Then he met Zhang Jiao. The Taiping demon who uses talisman water to "cure" diseases. Zhang Jiao said that what he wanted was not to be an emperor, but a world where no one could eat anyone anymore.
The day Zhang Jiao coughed up blood, Chen Mo took his pulse for a long time and said, "I know what disease you have, but I can't cure it."
Zhang Jiao was not disappointed. "It's enough to live one more day."
Later Zhang Jiao died. Chen Mo studied medicine for five years, but he couldn't even save a person's life.
This is a story about an ordinary medical student struggling to survive in troubled times. No cheats. There is only one person, one pair of hands, and a head that can forget, make mistakes, and be blind. But he just wouldn't give up.
Heaven is dead. Medical ethics should be established.
