It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself.
He has lived for so long that he no longer remembers it. He healed many people here, cured many people, listened to many stories, and told many stories. For what reason, he did not know and did not want to know.
All kinds of people have come to this medical center, including the emperor who is the supreme emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and some humble beggars.
They come here just to find someone to say what they cannot say.
He has seen the efforts of a generation of wise kings and the demise of a prosperous era, but what does this have to do with him?
He's going to do it. It's just about getting what you need.
"Do you hate it?"
"I can help you."
"It's just that you have to pay a corresponding price."
"Even if you are out of your mind?"
"Are you ready?"
The man was dressed in white, with tears in his eyes. He smiled bitterly and said to him: Since you want me to die, then your wish will be granted. However, I only wish that I will never see you again in the next life. After saying that, his body turned into wisps of light smoke. He quickly reached out to grab it, but in the end there was only nothingness in his hand.
The man in black robes was holding a piano and looking into the distance, as if he was talking to him, or to himself: Tell me, will you be sad if I die? But before he could answer, he was already gone
The doctor said expressionlessly: "If you have anything to say, hurry up and regret it immediately. After you regret it, register it. Remember to cry when you go out."