The low-key prince summons trainees from the Imperial Household Department at the start of the game.

When Bian Que opened his eyes, there was a row of medicine cabinets in front of him.

The cabinet was made of ebony, with dozens of small drawers, each with a yellowed label.

Angelica sinensis, Astragalus membranaceus, Codonopsis pilosula, Glycyrrhiza uralensis, Ephedra sinica, Cinnamomum cassia...

The scent of medicine mixed with the aroma of aged wood was so familiar that it made him momentarily dazed.

He looked down at his hands.

The calluses from fifty years of practicing medicine are still there, but his skin looks much younger than in his previous life, his fingers are strong, and his pulse is steady.

This body is about fifty years old, not young, but its energy and spirit are much stronger than when it was this age in its previous life.

He looked around.

This is the main hall of a medical clinic of moderate size, simply furnished.

In the very center was a consultation table, against the wall was a row of medicine cabinets, and in the corner was a small red clay stove, on which a pot of medicinal soup was simmering, bubbling and steaming.

Besides him, there were two young pharmacists, around seventeen or eighteen years old, in the clinic. One was cutting herbs, and the other was pounding them, their movements skilled and focused.

When they saw that he was awake, they all put down their work, bowed, and called him "Master".

He nodded slightly, said nothing more, simply indicating that they should continue their work, then stood up and walked to the medicine cabinet.

His fingers slowly traced across the rows of labels.

He was familiar with the name of each medicinal herb, but the world behind each herb was entirely new.

He pushed open the wooden door of the clinic; the street outside was unfamiliar and noisy.

Vendors carrying loads on shoulder poles shouted their wares, while laborers carrying bags walked shirtless from the direction of the dock.

Several teenagers were chasing and playing at the alley entrance, with the continuous palace walls and majestic corner towers faintly visible in the distance.

He looked around for a while, then slowly retreated back to the clinic and sat down again at the consultation table.

On the table lay a well-worn medical case notebook, next to which sat an inkstone and a wolf-hair brush.

He picked up his pen and wrote two words on the title page of his medical case notes: "Revival".

Almost at the same moment.

Hua Tuo of Yuanhuatang in Xicheng.

Zhang Zhongjing of Zhongjing Hall in Nancheng.

Sun Simiao of the Qianjin Pharmacy in Beicheng.

They all slowly opened their eyes in their respective clinics.

No one lost their composure, and no one panicked.

They were all people who had lived a full life, witnessed life and death, and seen chaotic times.

I have witnessed countless patients being brought back to life by my own hands, and I have also witnessed countless lives slipping through my fingers.

For them, being given a second chance at life is more like God opening a new door for them.

You'll find out what's behind the door once you go look.

Hua Tuo was the first to take action.

In the backyard of Yuanhua Hall in Xicheng, Hua Tuo was standing shirtless in front of a large water vat.

At forty-five, one's body is not young.

But his muscles were still clearly defined.

With broad shoulders, a thick back, and strong, powerful arms, one could tell at a glance that his physique was the result of years of training in surgical procedures.

He took a deep breath and slowly began a set of movements.

Tiger, deer, bear, ape, bird—the Five Animal Frolics, each movement is graceful and slow.

It looks like he's performing a set of health-preserving martial arts.

However, if a highly skilled martial artist were present, they would be astonished to discover that every movement he made...

The body's Qi and blood then circulate through a full cycle, from the Dantian to the limbs and bones, and then back to the Dantian, endlessly repeating the cycle.

After finishing a set of Five Animal Frolics, Hua Tuo slowly stopped, a fine layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.

He looked down at his hands, slowly clenching his fists and then slowly opening them.

Feeling the power within his body that was completely different from that of his previous life.

That was the power of qi and blood, a power that did not exist in the previous world, a power that he awakened in this body using the Five Animal Frolics.

"Master!" A young apprentice ran over from the clinic, handing him a dry cloth. "You've been practicing this set of boxing for almost an hour. There are patients waiting."

Hua Tuo took the cloth and wiped the sweat from his face, patted his apprentice on the shoulder, and walked into the clinic.

But what he was thinking about wasn't today's patients, but rather the memories the immortal had instilled in him.

Bian Que, Zhang Zhongjing, and Sun Simiao, those three old fellows, also run a clinic in this world, in some corner of the capital.

He had to go see them.

Inside the Zhongjing Hall in the southern city, Zhang Zhongjing was bent over his desk, writing furiously.

He didn't start punching as soon as he got up like Hua Tuo.

They didn't examine their own clinic first like Bian Que did.

Instead, the moment he opened his eyes, he grabbed a pen and began recording the medical memories surging in his mind.

Typhoid fever, miscellaneous diseases, plagues—those were the diagnostic and treatment experiences he had accumulated over a lifetime in his previous life.

Those dialectical treatment methods that have never been heard of in this world.

His clinic was filled with medical books and manuscripts, and several apprentices were sorting medicinal herbs nearby.

He wrote for a while, then suddenly stopped writing, looked up, and asked his apprentice, Nancheng, if there had been any outbreaks of disease recently.

The apprentice paused for a moment and said, "Yes, there are some porters at the dock who have been getting diarrhea lately. It's quite common, but no one has died."

Zhang Zhongjing put down his pen and said he would go take a look.

In the backyard of the Qianjin Pharmacy in Beicheng, Sun Simiao was squatting in the herb garden, gently touching a newly planted astragalus plant with his fingers.

At sixty years old, he was the oldest of the four, with a full head of white hair, but he was in good spirits, and his eyes were so clear that they didn't look like those of an old man.

He lived to be over a hundred years old in his previous life, and the principles of health preservation were already ingrained in his bones.

Although he was starting over in this life, his state of mind was more peaceful than in his previous life.

The immortal said that this world has martial artists, scholars, righteous spirit, and spiritual energy.

He doesn't care about fighting and killing, but there's one thing he cares about.

The medicinal herbs in this world are different from those in my previous life.

Some of the legendary elixirs that existed only in legends in my previous life are actually real in this world.

Some medicinal herbs that were extremely rare in my previous life are now found everywhere in this world.

If one can thoroughly study the medicinal properties of these herbs and combine them with martial arts training methods, one's medical skills can reach new heights.

"Master, a patient has arrived in the front hall," a young pharmacist ran over to report.

Sun Simiao stood up, patted the dirt off his hands, and said with a smile, "Coming right away."

He suddenly stopped as he stepped into the front hall and looked up at the sky.

The immortal said that the four of them would serve the ninth prince of the current dynasty in this lifetime.

A nine-year-old child.

He didn't know anything about what was happening in the imperial court, nor did he really want to, but since it was a request from an immortal, he would do his best.

However, the most important thing right now is to run this pharmacy well and take good care of the patients in the northern part of the capital.

As for the Ninth Prince, we will meet him if the opportunity arises.

Bian Que's first visit was to Hua Tuo.

When he arrived at the entrance of Yuanhuatang in Xicheng, Hua Tuo was stitching up a knife wound on the arm of a dockworker in the clinic.

The porter was wincing in pain, but Hua Tuo kept working and muttered, "Just bear with it, it's much easier than scraping the bone to remove poison."

Bian Que did not make a sound to disturb him, but simply stood at the door and quietly watched him finish sewing the last stitch.

After Hua Tuo finished stitching up the wound, he gave the porter a few more instructions.

Only then did he raise his head, his gaze passing over several patients waiting for their appointments.

It landed on the middle-aged man with a thin face, wearing a blue cloth long gown, standing at the door.

The two men stared at each other for a while through the medicinal aroma filling the clinic. Then Hua Tuo smiled, wiping his blood-stained hands with a cloth, and said, "Brother Bian Que, you've come at the right time. I have a patient here whose pulse is very strange. Please take a look."

Their conversation was brief and direct, without any small talk or pleasantries.

It was like two old friends who had known each other for half their lives had just met yesterday.

After that, Zhang Zhongjing and Sun Simiao visited.

When Zhang Zhongjing arrived, he was carrying a thick manuscript. As soon as he entered, he discussed with Bian Que the diarrhea that was prevalent among the dockworkers.

That wasn't just ordinary acclimatization sickness; the pathogenic factors entered through the mouth and nose, directly affecting the spleen and stomach, spreading extremely quickly yet with insidious symptoms.

He concluded that if left unchecked, the consequences would be unimaginable if the virus spread to military camps.

Sun Simiao brought several medicinal herbs that had just been picked from the North Mountain, their leaves tender green and moist with morning dew.

He placed it on the table and said that if this substance is dried, ground into powder, it can be applied externally to stop bleeding and taken internally to clear the lungs.

The people of this world actually use it to feed livestock.

The four of them chatted in the backyard of Zhongjing Hall until the moon was high in the sky.

The topics ranged from medicinal herbs to medical cases, from martial arts to literary cultivation.

From the location of each clinic to the medical skills of their disciples and their descendants.

Finally, they inevitably talked about the information about this world that the immortals had imparted to them.

Bian Que gently twirled the silver needles between his fingers, breaking the silence first: "Our four clinics are scattered in four directions of the capital."

"The capital city has a population of millions, with dozens or even hundreds of pharmacies of all sizes. Our four small pharmacies are like four needles dropped into dregs of medicine; no one will notice them."

"This position was deliberately arranged by the immortal. I don't concern myself with matters of the court, but since the immortal made this arrangement, there must be a reason for it."

"We just need to focus on running the clinic well and curing the patients."

Sun Simiao picked up a leaf of medicinal herb, nodded in agreement, and said that there were many rules in the palace, so there was not much freedom.

But if there is an emergency, his people can leave the palace to gather medicine, so there is always a way to contact them.

After finishing writing the last medical case, Zhang Zhongjing put down his pen, glanced at the three people present, and raised a more far-reaching question.

The average lifespan in this world is not as long as in the previous life, but with the development of martial arts and literature, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, many medical principles that only existed in theory in the previous life may be verified here.

In his previous life, when he wrote "Treatise on Febrile Diseases," he always felt that some parts didn't make sense. But when he looked at it again in this world, the parts that didn't make sense seemed to make sense now.

Upon hearing this, Hua Tuo suddenly stood up and walked to the center of the courtyard. In front of his three old friends, he slowly began to perform the Five Animal Frolics.

This time, he wasn't practicing alone in the clinic, but in front of three of the world's top doctors.

He wanted to show them with their own eyes how his Five Animal Frolics performed according to the martial arts rules of this world.

It is no longer a health-preserving exercise for prolonging life, but a genuine martial arts technique that can temper one's qi and blood, and cleanse one's marrow and bones.

Every movement mobilizes the body's Qi and blood.

Every breath tempers the muscles and meridians.

When he reached the final move, Hua Tuo stopped and stood up, slowly pressing his palms down to sink his qi and blood into his dantian.

Then he looked up at his three old friends and asked a question he had been pondering for a long time.

Since medicine and martial arts are inseparable, and each of the four of them has their own unique methods for regulating qi and blood and clearing meridians, is it possible to integrate these methods into martial arts training, just like the Five Animal Frolics?

Bian Que pondered for a long time before putting the silver needles into his sleeve.

Instead of directly answering Hua Tuo's question, he said something that seemed simple but was actually quite profound: "In our past lives, the four of us practiced medicine and saw more dead people than living people, and we saved more living people than dead people."

"Our medical skills are still useful in this world, but if we want to improve our medical skills further, our martial arts skills must also catch up."

"Hua Tuo had the Five Animal Frolics, Sun Simiao had health preservation exercises, Zhang Zhongjing was knowledgeable about pathological transformations, and I am skilled in meridian acupuncture. Each of us has our own path."

"Learning has no end, medicine has no end, and martial arts have no end. The journey of the four of us has only just begun."