Reborn as an Old Scholar Tree, the System Forces Me to Become a Charlatan!

At forty-three, he jumped off a building and didn't die. He became a tree.

An old locust tree, struck by lightning and left crooked, with little time to live.

He was bound to a System: cure other people's illnesses, and he could extend his own life. The price was that he had to suffer all their pain himself.

He endured it. Every single time. He treated one person after another, amassing five hundred years of life.

Then someone came to dig him up.

It seemed this old locust tree had never intended to let him live in peace, not from the very beginning.