When the lights in the operating room went out for the third time, his wife slapped the divorce agreement on his face: "You're a useless surgeon, you can't even save my dad's life!" Behind her, the medical genius who had just returned from overseas was arranging his cufflinks with a sneer.
No one knew that the useless son-in-law in front of them was the supreme medical master who stole people from the King of Hell on the northern battlefield. He once saved a general with three injections in a hail of bullets, and was admired by thousands of people in the war zone - but he was willing to remain anonymous for three years, just for a promise.
When enemy mercenaries kidnapped the richest man in the city as a hostage, and when all the experts were still at a loss, he tore off his white coat to reveal hideous scars all over his body.
Do you know what those people in the war zone called me? They called me - Book of Life and Death.
