The Eerie Physician

[Ladies, please add this to your want-to-read list!] A black fissure in the sky looks like a hideous scar, weighing heavily over everyone's heads. They say that people and animals who get too close to the fissure become contaminated. They attack humans like madmen, and anyone who comes into contact with them gets infected. Yet the rate of mutation in the nearby town of Anning is zero. An investigation reveals that every mutated person had visited the same clinic. The doctor is supposedly beautiful and kindhearted, skilled in both Western and Chinese medicine, as well as Miao, Tujia, and Tibetan medicine. She has even studied psychology and forensic science. They say that for the right price, she can make the dead get up and have a drink. The only catch is that the clinic is unusual: ordinary people can't see it! At first, Bai Zhi thinks all his patients have psychological problems. Patient One: My great-uncle, who's been paralyzed on one side for twenty years, suddenly turned into Spider-Man. He was running up walls and across rooftops, then climbed out of a twenty-eighth-floor window. Now I want to climb too! Do I have the same illness as him? Patient Two: I'm a fifty-three-year-old man, and I think I'm pregnant with multiples. I can even feel the babies kicking. Is there a doctor who can come to my home and deliver them? Patient Three: I suspect my dog swapped souls with me while I was asleep. It's getting revenge for the neutering operation by using my body to eat shit every night. I have proof! Then Bai Zhi meets his first patient, who is wrapped in white silk from head to toe and hanging upside down from the ceiling like a spider. Dr. Bai quietly locks the door. A patient this unusual absolutely cannot be allowed to get away! From the moment Bai Jingchen found Bai Zhi, he taught him to be a kind person. If he turned evil, he wouldn't be cute anymore. In Bai Jingchen's eyes, his precious little darling was gentle, kind, obedient, sweet, sensible, and considerate. He was devoted to saving lives and had a heart as compassionate as a bodhisattva's. No matter what happened, Bai Jingchen had to protect him and never let anyone bully him. A secret mission kept him away from Bai Zhi for five years. Then he learned that Bai Zhi had been looking for him all this time, determined to see him alive or dig up his grave if he was dead, and too fond of him even to scatter his ashes. Unable to resist, he secretly returned to see him. His adorable little darling had grown up, still as beautiful and delicate as he had been as a child. At that moment, he was standing on top of a six-foot-three hulk, playing with a scalpel in his hand and looking at him as coldly as if he were already dead. “When someone offends me, I make sure they never get the chance to do it again. I really am as compassionate as a bodhisattva.” Bai Jingchen: Right! ...Right??? A beautiful, obsessive, unhinged bottom x a devoted, scheming demon king top. They aren't registered under the same household! My new novel is out: I Sat Up in My Coffin, and All the Monsters Fell to Their Knees. Duan Anluo, founder of the Mystic Sect, was a peerless talent in the world of occult arts, unmatched in a thousand years. He made a name for himself at sixteen, then suddenly vanished at twenty-three, with no one knowing if he was alive or dead. Five hundred years later, supernatural phenomena erupt around the world, and strange incidents are happening everywhere. Duan Anluo awakens in a forbidden zone. The sect has fallen into decline. Its once-grand mountain gate is now a ruin, and even the plaque bestowed by the emperor has been sent to a museum as an antique. The Mystic Sect's only remaining property is a run-down folk-custom shop outside the Fifth Ring Road. It occupies just a hundred square meters, has paper windows and peeling paint, and, thanks to the local legends, has become a notorious haunted house. The ninth-generation disciple has less spiritual power than the monkey Duan Anluo once kept, and such poor talent that he wouldn't even be trusted to lead a horse. To pay the water and electricity bills, he has no choice but to become a livestreamer teaching people about the supernatural. He explains the levels of supernatural creatures, how they come to be, and how to stay safe. The tips he receives are just enough to get by. Worst of all are the memories left behind by the original owner of the body. According to those memories, the original body carries the most evil ancient bloodline. He resists his fate again and again, only to be pushed toward his own doom by an invisible hand. In the end, the Chosen One of Heaven will rip out his soul and seal it in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, where he will be unable to live or die. Duan Anluo: No problem. Since Heaven's Will let me be reborn, that proves my existence is the natural order! The first thing he does after climbing out of his coffin is find the Chosen One of Heaven, who's five years younger than him, and smack him awake. “You little brat, I'm your dad. Call me Daddy.” Then he hangs all hundred of his disciples and grand-disciples on the wall. The balance of power has shifted, and from now on he'll make wishes to them too. If the wishes don't come true, it must be because they were buried in a bad feng shui location, so he'll dig them up and bury them somewhere else. He'll also take on ten disciples so the young sect leader can have a great-grandfather, reopen the sect, and make the Mystic Sect great again! Duan Anluo: I sat up in my coffin, and all the monsters and demons fell to their knees! Theme: Wherever you are, always strive to do good.