The night gave him the hands of a healer, but he used it to embrace a person who would never look back.
He practiced medicine in the dark his entire life.
You can't see the color of the herbs, but you can tell the taste; you can't see the depth of the wound, but you can feel the beating of the pulse. Master said that doctors are kind-hearted, but their eyes are blind but their hearts are not blind. He believed it. So he saved countless people, but never asked anyone to see him. Until I met her. The person who made him regret "not being able to see" for the first time.
She never belonged to him, so he was the shadow behind her. Later, Shadow could no longer hold on to an old disease like maggots on his tarsus, which was eating away at his life. When she was poisoned, he turned to the last page of the ancient book and saw a line of writing that had been repeatedly scrawled by predecessors: Use your body as a guide and your life as medicine.
It turns out that a doctor's final destiny is not to save the world, but to crush himself into the last medicine for one person. The night gave him the hands of a healer, but he used it to embrace a person who would never look back.
