"Axin, go quickly!"
The fire was soaring into the sky, and through the smoke, Ye Xin's eyes were filled with fear, and tears were streaming down his young face. He wanted to cry loudly, but he couldn't make a sound. He didn't understand: his tribesmen practiced medicine to save people, and had never done a single evil thing, so why did they end up like this. He took the book that had ruined his family and tore it into pieces...
Concept: A wound that cannot heal, the more you pay attention to it, the more painful it will be.