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

"From the very beginning, this medical technique and its related concepts should never have been born into the world. Its birth and application are a disaster. Once it spreads, it will inevitably cause countless tragedies."

The old man by the hospital bed lowered his head and hunched over. He was still facing away from Zhuang Sheng, but he suddenly seemed to have lost some of his energy and spirit, and looked much older.

"Fathers and sons harm each other, brothers kill each other, mothers and daughters kill each other, the powerful slaughter the weak—is this truly the case?"

Zhuang Sheng's tone suddenly became much more agitated. The veins on his hands bulged as he gripped the corner of the table tightly, leaving cracks on it.

The question fell silent as soon as it was asked, with only the sound of raindrops dripping from outside.

After a long while, Lin Zhimin, who was standing by the sickbed, sighed, turned around, and looked at Zhuang Sheng with his cloudy eyes.

"Perhaps it is, perhaps it is not; whether it is kinship that triumphs over desire, or desire that triumphs over kinship, I, an old man, do not know."

But I know that even among strangers, there may still be a replacement heart, even if it is not a close relative.

So, does Master Zhuang understand this?

All the clues connected at this moment, and Zhuangzi's greatest confusion was also answered at this moment.

He never understood why, more than forty years ago, the promising number one genius of Medicine King Valley, a peerless prodigy skilled in both medicine and martial arts, and the designated husband of the next Valley Master, would commit the act of massacring the entire village.

He had a bright future ahead of him, but it was all ruined in an instant, and he lived in anonymity for decades.

Judging from the current situation, this old doctor is actually a kind person, not a bloodthirsty madman.

Now, he finally has the answer.

The disciple of Medicine King Valley slaughtered the entire Apricot Blossom Village in search of a usable heart.

No, perhaps more.

After all, Xinghua Village was the last stop for this genius. Before that, countless people must have sacrificed themselves to make this technology successful.

Medicine King Valley, for the sake of their future valley master's life, tacitly approved of this practice.

There was no trial; they simply banished him from the valley.

The value of life is drastically different in the eyes of this genius and in the eyes of Medicine King Valley.

The lives of an entire village, or even more people, are not worth as much as that young master of the valley who suffers from a heart ailment.

Doctors have a benevolent heart! Doctors have a benevolent heart! Doctors have a benevolent heart?

That's the kind of compassion...

The sacred land of medicine, Medicine King Valley, is actually such a place that harbors filth and depravity.

At that moment, Zhuangzi suddenly wanted to laugh, and he laughed loudly and wildly, looking up at the sky.

But he suddenly realized that he had long since stopped being able to laugh; he had long been accustomed to wearing a mask on his face, always sporting a fake smile.

He still clung to a sliver of hope, imagining countless scenarios of being forced into a corner.

He even fantasized about whether there was some misunderstanding about what happened back then. If there really was some reason he didn't know, he wouldn't mind listening carefully.

but……

Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he knew nothing, and gave his signature fake smile.

"Dr. Lin is a man of great talent. Such a dangerous technique should not be allowed to be passed down in the world. In the end, people's hearts cannot withstand the test."

After saying that, he took a few more steps forward, like an ordinary patient seeking help from a doctor.

"I don't know what's wrong, but my illness has worsened these days. I'm plagued by nightmares every day, I can't eat or drink, and I can't sleep at night. Could you please take a look at what's wrong with me, Dr. Lin?"

Looking at Zhuang Sheng walking towards him, Lin Zhimin did not move. He let out a long sigh, and a light symbolizing liberation appeared in his eyes.

When Zhuang Sheng walked up to him, he leaned forward as usual, exposing his vital parts completely.

He placed his hand on Zhuang Sheng's wrist and carefully took his pulse, as if he were treating an ordinary patient.

After a long while, he finally spoke in a tone that carried a hint of respect.

"Born with a weak constitution and damaged foundation, it is already a great achievement to survive."

Becoming a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm is something even I wouldn't dare to dream of.

Even if there were some coincidences, it must have taken great perseverance and courage to get to this point.

The effort and sacrifices involved are truly astounding, even just thinking about them is incredibly moving.

Master Zhuang was truly a person of unwavering conviction and extraordinary diligence, capable of things that ordinary people could not do…

The praise abruptly stopped, becoming intermittent.

A dagger was plunged into Lin Zhimin's chest, and dark red blood soaked his thin undershirt, dripping onto the ground and staining the stone slab a dark color.

Suddenly losing its support, the old body crashed heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

"Dr. Lin, tell me, can a person live without a heart?"

Clenching the dagger tightly in his hand, Zhuang Sheng's expression turned ferocious at this moment, more ferocious than ever before.

He went berserk, smashing the ground with his free hand until bricks shattered, blood flowed freely, and white bones were exposed.

"Speak! Answer me! Can a person live without a heart?"

With his chest pierced, Lin Zhimin's face turned deathly pale at a visible speed, but he did not struggle or try to answer Zhuang Sheng's question.

Although some things were not explicitly stated, both of them knew what was going on. Whether to pretend or not was meaningless to Lin Zhimin, since he had never intended to run away from the beginning.

He could have asked Mu An for help from the beginning, since he had already recognized the child when he first saw Zhuang Sheng, but he never had such an idea.

The boy named Lin Zhimin died more than forty years ago. The one who is alive now is just a walking corpse who has changed his name and wants to spend his whole life atoning for his sins.

The arrival of that child back then undoubtedly meant that this path of atonement was about to come to an end.

The elderly man, with all his might, raised a hand and placed it on Zhuang Sheng's arm, his voice broken and intermittent.

"What happened back then... I'm... I'm sorry..."

"Let's go, let's go now... leave Lingzhou... run as far away as possible..."

"Mu is a good person... but he's also a selfish person... he won't let you get away with this..."

"Run, run as far as you can... to Qi'an City, to somewhere further north."

"In the stables east of the pharmacy, there's a dragon horse... capable of traveling three thousand li a day... Don't look back, just keep running, run north..."

One sentence after another, each sentence was teaching him how to survive, and these intermittent words made Zhuang Sheng's expression become increasingly ferocious.

How could he not know that Lin Zhimin had recognized him long ago, and how could he not know what Lin Zhimin's actions were intended to achieve?

But how could the lingering hatred in his heart, the nightmare of decades, be easily dispelled?

His fist slammed down, then stopped just before landing on Lin Zhimin's face, finally slamming into the brick on the right side of his cheek, sending up tiny pebbles.

Zhuang Sheng felt he must be going mad.

"Do you think you can atone for your sins from back then by doing this?"

Do you think you can erase what happened back then by being a miracle doctor for the rest of your life?

I'm telling you! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

You can save people your whole life and still not change what happened back then. You are a complete demon, a butcher who deserves to go to the eighteenth level of hell...

As she continued cursing, her voice grew softer, replaced by suppressed sobs.

Zhuang Sheng collapsed to the ground, covering his face with his blood-stained hands.