To Save My Medicine-Person Husband, I Went to Sea and Became a Medium

Ye Zhiqiu closed and opened his eyes. One moment, he had just resolved the ultimate crisis in the martial world; the next, he had fallen back into a modern cityscape with his medicine person.

He looked at the bustling traffic and crowds around him. His memories blurred, and half a lifetime seemed to pass.

But he had no time to dwell on this abrupt transmigration back!

Ye Zhiqiu searched his pockets, then finally made an expression of shocked, agonized grief.

The life-prolonging pill for his medicine person that he had just snatched from the final boss: why hadn't it come back with him?!

Behind him, a man nearly two meters tall, wearing clothes that showed off his fine muscles, lowered his head. His wild, rugged presence came straight at Ye Zhiqiu, yet his dark eyes were remarkably clear.

Ye Zhiqiu met his gaze for two seconds. The taciturn medicine person stared back, a hint of innocence inexplicably appearing in his eyes.

That familiar feeling that made one's senses go hazy with desire...

Aaaaaah!

No matter what, he would find a way to keep his medicine person alive!

The good news: although you returned to the modern world, there is still hope for the medicine person you brought back from that extraordinary martial world, a man who had returned from the dead!

The bad news: the ingredients for the life-prolonging pill are ridiculously expensive. Even if you spent every bit of your fortune from your previous life, you still couldn't make a single pill!

Ye Zhiqiu collapsed in despair. Before transmigrating, he had worked himself to the bone just to survive. Why did he still have to fight tooth and nail to make money after returning, despite all his extraordinary skills?

Why was life so bitter?

Come on, brain, think! Which skills he had learned in the martial world could he turn into cash as quickly as possible?

Alchemy? In modern society, even superstition seemed old-fashioned!

Medicine? Hospitals wanted master's and doctoral degrees to start, while undergraduates were no better than stray dogs on the street. Most importantly, Ye Zhiqiu's civil engineering degree wasn't even relevant!

Gu poison? Please don't try to kiss me with that rose-gold bracelet!

Then, then...

"Master! Are you the expert my father hired? You really are so... tall!"

A simple-minded young man with a thick gold chain and rainbow-colored hair jumped out of his limited-edition supercar, grabbed the medicine person's arm, and hollered with carefree abandon!

Hey! Where did this yellow... rainbow-haired guy come from?! Don't just touch his medicine person!

With a swish, Ye Zhiqiu pulled out the... um, mini portable version of his alchemy furnace.

"Wow, look at those deep marks of history! This must be your family heirloom magical artifact!" The rainbow-haired guy applauded enthusiastically.

Ye Zhiqiu touched the tip of his nose. He had actually dropped it by accident while using it...

Without giving the two of them a chance to object, the rainbow-haired guy dragged them away. The car started, and the tires nearly wore themselves bald against the road.

After getting out, Ye Zhiqiu stared at the grand mansion before him. The explanation he had been about to give was stuck in his throat.

He glanced at the big medicine person behind him, closed his eyes, and steeled himself.

For the life-prolonging pill, he could sell his conscience and pretend to be a fortune-teller!

A curious tale had recently begun circulating among the practitioners of the mystic arts.

They said some young man of dubious background carried an unremarkable, battered bronze furnace wherever he went, always accompanied by his tall, muscular companion, who seemed a little dim-witted.

This man punched vengeful spirits and kicked evil demons. He even saw through the techniques of a notoriously dangerous mystic master in the organization, causing the master to suffer a backlash and go into seclusion.

The Mystic Arts Association debated whether to accept him, but could not reach a unanimous decision.

Then the secret recipe for the Living Medicine, which had been missing for nearly a thousand years, suddenly resurfaced. They immediately decided: unite every force that could be united!

Not long afterward, Ye Zhiqiu received a letter from the mystic arts organization. He looked at the three black-ink characters for "Living Medicine" and instinctively glanced at the medicine person beside him.

It was both the Living Medicine and the Deadly Poison.

Heaven and earth follow their laws; yin and yang remain divided.

The boundary should not, and cannot, be broken at will.

Theme: Find life in the face of death