The philosopher said that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. When I asked the master about this sentence, the master's eyes instantly became profound, as vast as the bright moon. He slowly turned his back and sighed long, fart, places with water are called rivers and lakes.
As the descendant of Li Simazi, the masterful healer respected by everyone in the world, Master has the same pride as us. In this era where everyone dreams of possessing peerless martial arts and becoming the best in the world, our existence is even more important. If you have read martial arts novels, TV series, or movies, or even worse, heard a few domineering martial arts stories, you will find that the most mysterious, glorious and powerful characters among them are not martial arts masters who have mastered any sword or sword skills, but us quack doctors who survive in troubled times. When the protagonist, or the person whom the protagonist loves most, or the protagonist's good friend is fatally injured, cannot be healed, cannot be forced out with internal strength, and the author does not dare to use "I took a nap, and I will be fine when I wake up" to prevaricate readers, we will step forward to turn the tide, so that a classic martial arts work can continue to live.