The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Three: This Life, So Cruel

If we're just talking about the skill of reincarnation, there are probably very few people in the world who can compare to Mo Bai.

Even though the title "King Ming" alone suggests an incredibly noble status, it didn't really impress Mo Bai much.

It couldn't even stir up much of a ripple in my heart.

It wasn't that he was indifferent to fame and fortune, but if we look at family background, although Mo Bai didn't dare to call himself a king in his previous life, in reality, he might not be inferior to a royal illegitimate son!

Moreover, he was a royal son born out of wedlock in a chaotic world, already on the verge of collapse!

However, just being good at reincarnating is clearly not enough.

Just like "Ming Wang," he was also very fortunate to be born into a good family, and his status was extremely high.

But on his wedding night, at the very moment he reached the pinnacle of his life, he was suddenly beaten to death, and his death was gruesome...

But Mo Bai couldn't laugh at him, after all, in terms of misery, he might not be any luckier than the Ming King...

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Skyscrapers soar into the clouds, and torrents of steel race at breakneck speed!

Delicacies from land and sea, fine silks and satins—everything imaginable is available.

In this peaceful and prosperous age, with songs and dances filling the air, being born into a powerful and wealthy family truly means being destined for a life of luxury!

However, despite his good fortune, Mo Bai was not blessed with it.

Born weak and sickly!

Before he could enjoy a single day of earthly pleasures, he began to suffer in agony. Unable to get out of bed, he traveled far and wide to seek out renowned doctors, nestled in the arms of his family.

Ultimately, they were helpless and couldn't even find the cause of the illness, and it was clear that the baby wouldn't live to be a year old!

But the only hope brought tears to the eyes of her loved ones.

But in the end, there was no other way, and they had to cling to the last glimmer of hope in their despair and send him to his mentor.

From then on, he bid farewell to this prosperous and glamorous world...

Day after day, year after year, mountains and rivers flow and waters turn, and time unfolds!

During the cold winter and scorching summer, Mo Baian resides in a famous mountain temple, practicing medical classics and martial arts, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon in order to preserve his life.

Spring flowers and autumn moon, the fragrance of earth, I followed my master to walk in the mountains and wilderness, picking rare and precious herbs to regulate my body and save my life!

Winter has passed and spring has come; thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye!

That awe-inspiring authority and immense wealth seemed to have nothing to do with his already noble destiny.

From his childhood to his youth, he lived a simple and peaceful life. Although his illnesses became more and more unbearable with each passing day, he never thought of giving up.

Although his master never once said to him, "You'll be alright!"

His master simply told him, "Fate is predetermined, and though it cannot be forced, one must strive for it!"

He agreed with this statement and truly put it into practice to the extreme.

In those hopeless years, he endured unbearable pain time and time again, and ultimately, against all odds, he managed to gain thirty years of life!

Actually, even without those words, he never considered giving up.

Even if one lives like him, death might be a kind of happiness.

But he wasn't without attachment. Although he was away from his parents and family for many years, whenever he returned home as soon as his health improved, he was met with deep affection and joy in their eyes...

He couldn't bear to part with it; spending one more day with it was always a good thing.

Although he endured hardship for decades, he was not actually pessimistic. On the contrary, he rarely complained or blamed others throughout his life; instead, he was quite optimistic.

This calm demeanor may have been cultivated from growing up in a place of outstanding natural beauty, or it may have been influenced by a remark made to him by a high-ranking monk when he accompanied his master to a famous mountain.

"The hardships of this life are to repay debts from the past life and to accumulate blessings for the next!" Perhaps it was due to his circumstances, but Mo Bai did need some support, and he was willing to believe this statement.

Faith can sometimes give people tremendous strength, and so he not only lived, but lived a very fulfilling life.

Over the decades, he worked tirelessly, and in his spare time, he learned a great deal of skills, especially medicine. This stemmed from his own illness and his belief in accumulating blessings for the next life.

It is lamentable that the flame of life flickers in the wind, yet it is still very young, and it has already taken pulses and prescribed medicines to cure people of their ailments.

By the time he turned twenty, his master no longer needed to leave the mountain, and never made a move again until his death.

Over the past decade or so, he has truly saved countless lives and accumulated profound blessings!

This life has not been wasted.

But to be honest, he still felt a little regretful before he closed his eyes.

Even though he had taken a detached view of life and death, he had never been without thoughts of prosperity since childhood!

He often thinks, and even has the urge, that if his physical condition were a little better, he would also like to walk among the bustling city and see the prosperity of this world.

Ideally, there would also be a breathtaking, epic romance, a passionate and unforgettable journey through this world...

How wonderful that would be!

However, he ultimately failed to enter the mortal world before his death.

"The hardships we endure in this life are to repay debts from the past and to accumulate blessings for the next!"

This sentence was a very important source of his faith throughout his life, and it was something he still longed for even in his peaceful moments before he closed his eyes.

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As the light and shadows slowly faded, Mo Bai lay quietly on the bed in a daze. After a while, his eyes cleared again.

The mundane world of the past, whether we like it or not, is long gone.

Fortunately, he was always calm.

He glanced sideways, a glint of light appearing in his eyes, and turned his head toward the doorway.

It seemed to be quietly sensing the movements outside the door.

A little further away, one could hear heavy footsteps echoing on the bluestone slabs from time to time.

Mo Bai listened quietly, unable to tell who the people were, because he didn't know there were soldiers on duty outside.

However, he didn't seem to think about it deeply; he only cared about whether outsiders would get close.

"Tap tap tap..." The footsteps came and went, but seemed to be moving in one area, with no sign of them getting closer.

Mo Bai's eyes flickered slightly, and he remembered Zhang Danshi, the alchemist who had been left here to look after him.

But Mo Bai remembered that he had given him Qi to sustain his inner fire. If he wasn't mistaken, that person should be nearby right now, restoring his energy, and shouldn't be coming over for the time being.

"Even if they really come, it doesn't matter..." Mo Bai thought again.

Immediately, Mo Bai's eyelids twitched slightly, and his eyes slowly closed. His chest was still aching intensely, but Mo Bai did not make a sound. He was carefully sensing his body.

"There's a faint fluctuation of blood and energy; amidst the pain in my chest, there's a subtle warmth providing comfort..."

He opened his eyes again, and almost without hesitation, he slowly raised his arm.

"Ugh!" A muffled sound, barely audible to himself, rang out, a sign that the pain was intensifying.

His pale forehead was instantly covered in sweat, and his clear eyes began to show traces of bloodshot.

But after that extremely faint movement, he clenched his teeth and didn't utter another sound.

He used all his strength, but still slowly bent his arm, as if he wanted to prop himself up on the bed and sit up.

Master Zhang Dan once said that at this moment he was like a flame in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time due to the slightest unnecessary movement.

But he clearly didn't heed that statement.

He might still remember, but no one could shake his determination to sit up.

Sweat poured down his face, soaking the sheets completely, as if all his energy was being drained away with the sweat.

Master Zhang Dan really wasn't talking nonsense. Mo Bai tried to sit up, his fragile heart meridians seemed like a spider web, ready to crack at any moment.

The unimaginable pain intensified with his movements, seemingly exceeding the limits of human endurance.

Indeed, it has exceeded that limit; anyone else would probably have collapsed from exhaustion and died long ago.

Pain is something many people can endure, but few are willing to actively choose to endure greater pain.

But black and white is fine!

Over the course of thirty years, no one could imagine how he spent each year.

He finally managed to sit up cross-legged.

Although he was having difficulty breathing, his mind was foggy and drowsy, his eyelids were drooping, his face was completely pale and devoid of any color, and he was swaying precariously!

But he did not fall, and he is still alive.

With his last breath, his strong nerves managed to lift his limp arm and touch his chest, pressing down on it.

"Hmph!" Another muffled groan, still not very loud.

Perhaps Mo Bai was too weak to hold on any longer, or perhaps he could no longer make a sound.

But after that muffled groan, a trace of color returned to his face, and his eyes opened again, though they were now completely bloodshot.

He was too ruthless. He knew his own condition; at this moment, only more intense pain could save his life.

Only as long as the flame of his spirit remains burning, will he have a chance to once again cross the threshold of this day, the day he struggled in the sea of ​​suffering for thirty years in his previous life.

In his pupils, there seemed to be a tiny flame, weak but eventually it slowly settled down and stopped flickering!

Mo Bai was almost completely exhausted, his eyes were blood red, but a clear light slowly began to shine through them.

"Hoo..." Mo Bai endured the pain, gently exhaled a weak breath, and took another look at the unfamiliar furnishings in the room.

The phrase echoed in my mind again: "The hardships of this life are to repay debts from the past and to accumulate blessings for the next!"

With his head tilted slightly, Mo Bai looked at the dim yellow light, which blurred his pupils. He began to face the life he had fought so hard for!

"On his wedding night, he was beaten so badly he was on the verge of death, his whole body wracked with excruciating pain, far worse than in his previous life!"

"He has a noble status and a biological father, but when it comes to relationships... it's highly likely that his biological father will soon abandon him, and might even personally order his execution!"

"Most importantly, even with such a painful life, there might only be three days left!"

I can't think of much more yet, but these few things seem to be enough to give Mo Bai a general impression.

His destiny was truly remarkable in both his past and present lives...

"Master's cultivation is indeed unfathomable; he didn't deceive me. I've endured a lifetime of hardship, and I've truly cultivated blessings..." Mo Bai sat cross-legged, his hands resting on his knees. Amidst the intense pain, a gentle smile slowly appeared on his pale face, his eyes so peaceful, as if gazing upon the heavens above: "But this blessing... it's truly such a fucking mess!"

His eyes slowly closed, his hands rested on his knees, and his five fingers formed a lotus flower.

His breathing gradually slowed down, and soon a faint, soft light seemed to flow between his mouth and nose.