At Death's Door, I Sat Up in Shock: The First Emperor's Resurrection Depends on His Old Self

In the third year after transmigrating to Great Qin, the System finally activates.

The price is that I must be buried alive with the First Emperor of Qin.

The dying emperor gazes at me from his sickbed. “How confident are you?”

I lower my eyes to the Ling Shu Medical Canon in my mind, a book that trades one life for another.

“Ten out of ten.”

“But I must exchange all the years of my life for five more years of His Majesty’s.”

Ying Zheng falls silent for a long while, then laughs hoarsely.

“Granted.”

Later, as I stand atop the Great Wall, stretching for thousands of miles, and use the nation’s fortune as a needle to treat the land,

I finally understand that all of this is merely the beginning of Immortal Qin’s rise