Ordinary Medicine

Shen Mo died once. In his previous life, he was a Chinese medicine doctor. He was forty-three years old. He collapsed in the consulting room with a half cup of herbal tea and an unfinished paper in hand. In this life, he woke up in a place called Qingshi Town - with a four-year-old body, complete memories, and an old man who picked him up at the door of the drug store. Everyone in this world practices cultivation. Spiritual energy penetrates the meridians, and each of the seven major systems has its own bias - pure yang's life-consuming, pure yin's condensation, and quick death. However, Shen Mo tested his spiritual roots four times and found four whites - ordinary grade. It was recommended to learn a craft. No one knew he wasn't a loser. It's just that the path his meridians take is different from everyone else's. No one knew that he was taking the pulse of heaven and earth. The cracks in the mountains behind Qingshi Town are widening. The spiritual energy of the five continents each has its own dryness. There is a silver needle from three thousand years ago inserted above the Tianchi - the acupuncture method was his best skill in his previous life, Tu Tianliang. Tiandi is a patient who has been ill for a long time. And what Shen Mo never finished in his previous life - finding the root of Chinese medicine - became a prescription to heal the world in this life. From Huiyin to Baihui, fifty-two levels, nine heavens. When he reached the end, he realized that real cultivation is not to go up—it is to go back. Go back and be a doctor. "You are not from this world. You came here with a prescription for a disease."