The night his professional license was revoked and every avenue of appeal was shut to him, Lu Yuanzhi burned his last appeal letter.
When he opened his eyes again, he was twenty-two, carrying his job assignment slip and standing outside the Shiqiao Town Clinic.
In this life, he would still heal the sick and save lives. But this time, he would walk on two legs: one hand wielding silver needles to save people, the other building a record of real achievements. Those who framed him back then would pay him back, one offense at a time.
He could use the medical skills he'd honed over forty years in his previous life and three hundred old prescriptions with his eyes closed. An old man suffering a heart attack? Saved. A man declared critical by the county hospital? One old prescription and a single needle brought him back from death's door.
But saving people was easy. Getting things done was hard. The clinic's accounts concealed shady dealings, the county hospital had knives pointed his way, and every step up the ladder was a pitfall.
He was determined to make flowers bloom in the muck, starting with the pharmacy in Shiqiao Town and eventually rising to lead an entire region.
Healing people and healing the nation were both acts of saving lives.
