My name is Yan Sui.
A graduate student who stayed up late and struggled to survive five years of undergraduate training in traditional Chinese medicine finally entered the three-year program. One moment, he was writing his last discharge summary. The next second, his vision went dark, and he turned into a tree squatting in the dirt in the backyard of the Wa Palace, basking in the sun.
The next second, there was a "ding" in my head,
"Hello, dear host, welcome to the world of gods."
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The empress gave me a name, Yansui.
"When will Yansui bloom for you?"
"Yansui, you haven't grown any taller today."
"Yan Sui, stop pretending, I know you understand."
"In the future, I will descend to earth and become a god, and I will take you with me."
You had just channeled at that time, and you were not very good at transforming. You could only maintain your human form for an hour. Lingzhuzi will hold you in the palm of his hand and run all over the mountain, saying that you are the seedling he raised.
Later, Empress Nuwa said to him: "You have a calamity in your life. You have to go to the human world, reincarnate, and then come back after the calamity is over."
Lingzhuzi said: "Then can I still come back to find Yansui?"
The empress said: "It depends on fate."
The system plays tasks every day: "Today's merit +10, treat a wounded soldier", "Today's merit +50, teach villagers to identify Bupleurum and Scutellaria baicalensis." I'm not too slow. In my previous life, I had been writing medical records for three years, and I had long since learned how to write the word "endurance".
When the child in Chentangguan was crying, the system popped up: "This child's destiny belongs to the killing star. He is destined to die within three years. It is recommended to avoid him."
"I don't"
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