Eleven years ago, Gu Xingyi died outside Xingtian Pavilion...
Eleven years later, the miracle doctor Gu Er was born, and people all over the world lined up to ask for his treatment...
One day, a young man put a knife on his neck and asked, "Sir, I have a strange disease. Could you help me look at it?"
"Your illness is not easy to treat. We have some urgent matters at the moment and we cannot delay it. I'm afraid I won't have the energy to treat you."
"I'm afraid it's up to you whether this disease can be cured or not. Sir, could you please come with me and take me away?"
"It's bad luck, you'll end up with a living hell, hey!"
Intention: Even if we deviate from the orthodoxy, our love remains the same