Nine Rites

Doctors in this martial world are rarely good-tempered. If someone you had risked everything to drag back from the gates of death showed up a few days later, barely alive, knocking at your door in the rain, again and again, even the most patient doctor would lose their temper. Medicine can't cure the incurably ill, and doctors can't heal the heart. The hearts of people in this world are beyond saving. "Then tell me, Divine Doctor Su Jiang, what about your heart?" The person held an oil-paper umbrella, tapped on the shadow on the window, and smiled. After many years apart, they met again, and the winds of change rose once more. ...The spirits of the long-dead had returned to this world... Theme: