Everyone says that there is fairy grass in Yaowang Valley, which can cure all poisons.
But no one told me that the price of detoxification is to forget yourself.
When I was sixteen years old, I sealed the Yaowang Valley with my own hands.
The wooden door closed, and Master's last words were left inside:
"Doctors have a kind heart, and benevolence comes first. Go and heal the world."
So I put on a green shirt, a man bun, a pot of old wine and half a volume of medical scriptures, and went down the mountain.
Later, I saved the assassin and the emperor;
It has poisoned sycophants, and it has also poisoned plagues.
I can cure all living beings, but I cannot cure the owner of the knife hanging at the side of his neck.
I thought I would die alone.
Until I heard all the people shouting—
"Doctor Shen, the King of Medicine is reincarnated."
At that moment, I understood what Master meant:
The real King of Medicine is never alone.
Instead, a group of people gathered the glimmer of light into a galaxy.
And I finally returned to Yaowang Valley:
"Master, I didn't look cool.
But I left all the tenderness you taught me in this world. "
Intention: The silver needle in the doctor's hand can not only pierce the darkness, but also sew up the human heart; the real salvation is not to "forget your worries", but to dare to exchange your own pain for the peace of all living beings.