I, a doctor of forensic medicine, have become the most miserable son-in-law in the world of immortality.
After three years of marriage, I have never been to a table or slept in a bed, and my wife kicks me to the ground every day.
She said I was useless and the whole family was waiting for me to get out.
I smiled and gave her a bowl of medicine.
"Drink it and your ten years of erysipelas will be cured tonight."
She spat out a mouthful of black blood, and everyone in the audience was shocked.
Only I know - it's not erysipelas, it's a chronic poison that someone has carefully fed for ten years.
And my system told me: the person who poisoned me is in this hall.
The son-in-law counterattacks? Not enough.
I want to use a scalpel to cut open the deepest secret of this world of immortality.
