Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

He tilted his head back, gazing at the sky above, which was beginning to brighten slightly, and murmured to himself.

"God? If you truly exist, why have you made me wait for forty years? Or perhaps you also believe that the lives of an entire village are far less valuable than his alone?"

"well……"

Three hundred meters is very close, so close that it can be reached in no time; three hundred meters is very far, so far that it took Zhuang Sheng a full quarter of an hour to walk there.

At this moment, he stood under the eaves of Lin'an Hall, put away his umbrella, and stepped into the gate of Lin'an Hall with his wet clothes on.

"Master Zhuang, it's raining heavily. We've brewed some medicinal tea at the pharmacy; please have a cup first. Just give me the umbrella; I'll watch over it for you."

Seeing the young apprentice staring at him, Zhuang Sheng silently handed him the umbrella and then took the herbal tea that the apprentice offered.

The tea was a bit hot, so it must have been brewed not long ago.

He exhaled two breaths of hot air, blew on the cup twice, and then took a small sip.

The slightly hot herbal tea went down his throat and into his stomach, bringing him a little warmth. The tea was a bit bitter, but not unpleasant to drink, and even had a hint of sweetness.

It's not hard to see that this formula must have been modified, since most medicines in the world are extremely bitter and difficult to swallow.

"Where's your leader? I haven't seen him."

The apprentice at the gate had no suspicions. Zhuang Sheng was a regular at Lin'an Hall, so it was perfectly normal for him to come to Lin Zhimin for treatment.

"About an hour ago, a child who was very ill came to the pharmacy. It seemed to be a heart ailment. The teacher is treating the child in the back room."

"A heart ailment? That must be extremely difficult to treat, right?"

"It's not just difficult to treat, it's completely incurable! That child is a regular at the pharmacy, treating him is a losing proposition, a huge loss."

Seeing Zhuang Sheng's curiosity, the apprentice felt he had finally found someone to complain to, and he kept talking.

"Master Zhuang, you are not a doctor, so you may not understand. This kind of congenital heart disease cannot be cured at all; it can only be treated with medicine."

The child's father was just an ordinary craftsman, and his mother only knew some simple needlework. Their meager assets weren't even enough to cover the cost of the herbs. In my opinion, there was no need for treatment at all.

The teacher didn't know why, but he insisted on treating the child's illness. He even went to ask Lord Mu of the Mu family for help, which is how he managed to collect the necessary herbs.

For this one patient, the pharmacy lost at least a thousand taels of silver. If it weren't for Lord Mu making up for it for us, we probably wouldn't even have enough money left for food.

Even so, this is pretty much the end of the road. The child looked quite ill when he was brought in today.

Zhuang Sheng did not interrupt his apprentice's rant. He sat on the chair used for patients to rest, drinking his medicinal tea while listening to his apprentice's complaints.

For a fleeting moment, he truly felt that fate was playing tricks on him. The devil who had taken the hearts of all eighty-one people in their village back then had now become a revered healer for miles around.

What's even more ridiculous is that he's working tirelessly for another child who has a heart condition.

Is there no cure for heart disease?

If that's really the case, how should we explain what happened back then?

Zhuang Sheng sneered inwardly. He really wanted to see if this child could be cured.

The apprentice standing next to him talked for a long time, but when he saw that Zhuang Sheng's expression was not good, the apprentice suddenly realized that he seemed to have said too many things to the patient that he should not have said.

For some reason, he always felt a sense of closeness to Zhuang Sheng, and he felt a strong urge to confide in him.

He casually put his hands behind his back and added a sentence in a low voice.

"Master Zhuang, it seems you'll need quite some time. While I can't cure your illness, I can prescribe some medicine, what do you think?"

"I have some questions for the old master. It's still early today, and the rain outside hasn't stopped yet, so there's no rush."

"Then please rest for a while. I'll get you a cup of hot tea and some snacks."

Thank you.

Zhuang Sheng waited in Lin'an Hall for about an hour, and as he waited, the rain outside gradually subsided.

The sky had brightened slightly, but the heavens were still dark.

The apprentice brought him two cups of herbal tea, as well as some snacks that he often ate at the Mu residence. According to the apprentice, these snacks were brought by Mu Ling'er.

Many of his fellow apprentices were embarrassed to eat it, thinking it was something only women and children liked to eat, so a lot of it was left over, which was sometimes used to coax children who didn't want to take their medicine.

The sorrowful cries came from inside the pharmacy, and two older apprentices helped a couple out.

It wasn't until the old doctor, head bowed, slowly walked out behind them, his bloodshot eyes, filled with intense concentration, met Zhuang Sheng's gaze.

Zhuang Sheng did nothing but lower his head and wait for the people in Lin'an Hall to comfort the young couple who had lost their son, quietly waiting for them to finish everything.

He saw the child's pale body and his chest, which had been slashed open.

Will it not be cured this time?

Only when the somewhat heavy atmosphere in the pharmacy quieted down again did Zhuang Sheng slowly look at the person who walked up to him.

"Dr. Lin, my illness has worsened recently. I wonder if you could take a look at me?"

Standing two steps in front of Zhuang Sheng, looking at the patient who was staring at him, Lin Zhimin smiled on his aged face.

"Alright, Mr. Zhuang, please come with me to the back room."

After saying that, Lin Zhimin looked at the other apprentices.

"You guys go and help that couple out, even if it's just making dinner."

"Master Zhuang, please come with me."

Zhuang Sheng followed behind Lin Zhimin, his head lowered and his gaze somewhat unfocused. He didn't say a word until they entered the backyard and Lin Zhimin closed the door.

As if they were tacitly in sync, Lin Zhimin did not ask about his illness or take his pulse. Instead, he went to the bed where the child had just been lying and spoke in a slightly somber tone.

"Actually, that child's illness is curable."

Zhuang Sheng narrowed his eyes, looked up at him, and asked, "Why didn't you save him?"

"If we save the child, his father will have to die. His father is the pillar of their family. If he dies, the family will be ruined. It's unfair to the rest of the family."

"A heart transplant?"

"That's right, the child can live with a heart transplant, but given their family's circumstances, even if they survive now, they can't afford the medicine needed to recuperate in the future."

The heart most likely to save the child's life came from either his father or his siblings.

Zhuang Sheng lowered his head again, his fists clenched, trying his best to suppress his boiling emotions and keep himself calm, but even with his best efforts, his voice still trembled slightly.

"Having lived in this world for decades, this is the first time I've ever heard of a person's heart being exchanged."

The old doctor by the bedside did not turn around; his tone was heavy, filled with an indescribable sorrow.

"Because I am the only one in the world who has ever succeeded, and the conditions for success are too demanding, I have never thought of passing this technology down."