The Demon-Slaying Healer Returns: My Medical Skills Shock the World

On the day the last heir of Medicine King Valley descended the mountain, the life-mark on his left wrist had already reached six cun and two fen.

The first person he saved cost him three days of his life.

The second nearly cost him his life altogether.

But he was a miracle doctor, and leaving someone to die was harder for him to bear than death itself.

Every person he saved made the life-mark grow by one fen and cost him one day of life.

A Western medical authority called him a “fraud” on a livestream.

Three minutes later, the old man declared beyond saving opened his eyes.

The camera zoomed in on the doctor’s wrist: the mark had grown by another notch.

He already had 300 slips of paper in his iron box.

Each one belonged to someone he had saved.

Each one reminded him: your life has grown a little shorter again.

Then a cultivator appeared, bearing a life-mark just like his:

“The more people you save, the faster you die. And I’ll live longer than you.”

A seven-cun miracle doctor: save one person, lose one day of life.

If it were you, would you still save them?