Shen Zhao, a wandering doctor, saves people with a silver needle in his left hand and kills ghosts with a charm in his right hand, but he cannot cure this man-eating world - the rivers and lakes seize secret arts, the court refines human elixirs, the rich and powerful families are filled with the fragrance of human blood, and only frozen bones are left under the drafty thatched eaves.
Shen Zhao was idle until a blood-stained copper coin shattered his tranquility. The copper coin was engraved with "Heaven's secret has no fault", which were the last words that Master swallowed down his throat. When Jiu Ming's pupils are opened, the whole world is at a loss: Qin Tianjian wants to gouge out his eyes, the Xuanmen sect wants to draw his blood, and the monsters in the ruins are gnawing at his bones.
But what Tianjimai is best at is never accepting fate.
When the avalanche of conspiracies overwhelmed him, he smiled: "Doctors don't save people, they only save lives."
Intention: When saving one person and saving the world are in a dead end, should we obey the reincarnation of heaven, or should we use flesh and blood as a candle to burn through this cannibalistic world?