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

His decades-long belief came true at this moment, but he felt neither joy nor relief.

He felt as if countless blades were piercing his body, rendering him unable to move.

This revenge brought no joy, and even its legitimacy was tarnished at this moment.

Because Lin Zhimin did not resist or struggle, but calmly faced death, and even anticipated this scene, and planned his escape route for the one who killed him.

This was not the revenge he had imagined, nor was it the ending he wanted.

Even if it meant facing numerous obstacles, enduring countless hardships, and risking one's life and soul to finally achieve revenge, it would still be better than this.

As Lin Zhimin lay on the ground, his consciousness began to fade. He was old, and even though his heart hadn't been pierced, such a severe injury was enough to take his life.

But he didn't feel regret; on the contrary, he felt that at this moment, he was finally free.

The nightmare that had lasted for over forty years has finally come to an end.

The surging thoughts and lingering regrets tormented him for far too long, making it impossible for him to forget them for the rest of his life.

He dared not forget, nor could he forget, that this was his own sin.

No matter how many good deeds you do, when you think about what happened back then in the quiet of the night, you will still feel full of regret.

He violated the principles of a doctor, broke his oath, and did everything he was supposed to do.

But Lin Zhimin also knew that if time could be reversed and he could go back to that year, he would still choose to save his senior sister.

Even though he's reached an age where he no longer believes in love, and even though he could never repay this price in his entire life.

Good is good, evil is evil; the idea of ​​offsetting merits and demerits is inherently unfair.

He admired Mu An because Mu An was very similar to him at heart, and they would make the same choices in many things.

They harbor good intentions, yet they are also extremely selfish; this is probably what people call hypocrisy.

But Mu An was more decisive and ruthless than him, and would not spend her whole life blaming herself like he did.

A world that is black and white is ultimately just a fairy tale. Lin Zhimin did not think Mu An's personality was bad, but he felt a little regretful.

If a born saint were to be born instead of such contradictory people as them, the world might be a better place.

Even if such a saint were to judge him first, instead of using drunkenness as an excuse to change the subject, and still regard him as a respected elder, he would not feel sad.

In his daze, Lin Zhimin thought of many things. He thought of his apprentice, the scene when he first met Mu An, and all the wonderful times he had spent in Medicine King Valley.

His apprentices have grown up, and he has passed on most of his knowledge to them. In the future, they will take his place and support the entire Lin'an Hall.

His death will not deprive the people living here of their right to medical treatment; his eldest disciple will inherit his will and carry on the Lin'an Hall tradition.

He wasn't afraid that his eldest disciple would break his vow, because he had left a letter explaining all his final arrangements.

The boy he watched grow up has also grown into a towering tree, reaching the peak he originally envisioned at a speed far beyond his imagination, and in turn shielding him from the scorching sun, casting a shade over the entire Lingzhou.

Perhaps in the future, this great tree will be able to support an even wider sky and create the beautiful world he imagines.

Having already done what needed to be done and fulfilled his expectations, Lin Zhimin truly felt that his life was very fulfilling.

Apart from that tragedy more than forty years ago, everything has been wonderful.

Now, this imperfection, this indelible stain, should finally come to an end.

In a daze, Lin Zhimin heard the sound of tables and chairs being overturned, he heard the neighing of a dragon horse, and the sound of hooves fading into the distance.

He smiled.

He didn't want Zhuang Sheng to die because of him; it wouldn't be fair to either Zhuang Sheng or Mu An.

Neither of them were bad people. Zhuang Sheng shouldn't have died for someone who should have died long ago, and Mu An shouldn't have broken his long-held principles for him.

He lay on the ground, watching the world spin, quietly awaiting death.

As a doctor, he knew that his lung had been punctured and that he would die from excessive bleeding in a few minutes.

That's good, it's all over, and no one has to get hurt.

In the moment when his consciousness completely blurred, Lin Zhimin felt as if he heard Mu An's voice.

How did they arrive so quickly? I wonder if Zhuang Sheng managed to escape.

……

Lin Zhimin didn't want to talk about what happened after that.

All he knew was that when he opened his eyes, he was met with a barrage of angry curses, the language of which was incredibly vulgar and offensive.

I almost made the old man, who had just woken up, faint from all the scolding.

The old man felt that he had never heard so many swear words in his life, and many of them were completely unheard of. If it weren't for Mu An's undisguised tone, he wouldn't even be sure if the other party was really cursing him.

Mu An proved one thing to him with facts: his lifelong study of medicine was a joke!

Why bother studying medicine? You might as well seek immortality and enlightenment.

That so-called Five Elements theory is a complete desecration of medicine!

But Lin Zhimin dared not say it, because Mu An's face was very pale, so pale that he looked like he was about to kill someone.

He didn't know if Zhuang Sheng had escaped, nor did he know how much Mu An had done, but he knew that at this moment, he should say nothing and just lie quietly.

The rest is entirely up to Zhuangzi's own fate.

A short while later, a sound came from a distance.

"Lord Mu, that assassin surnamed Zhuang escaped on a dragon horse. Our men couldn't catch him, and..."

"What else?"

"The young lady is crying outside the door. She says she wants to see you, and that Master Zhuang is a very good person and would never kill Doctor Lin. There must be some misunderstanding..."

Lin Zhimin's vision suddenly went dark. Mu An walked to the bedside and stood there.

After a long silence, Lin Zhimin finally couldn't bring himself to continue pretending to be unconscious.

He endured Mu An's murderous gaze and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Let him go, don't chase after him. This is something I owe him."

Mu An stared at the old man on the hospital bed for a long time, and finally uttered a vicious sentence.

"That's fucking insane!"

After saying that, Mu An flicked his sleeves and strode out of the house.

Outside, Mu Ling'er knelt on the ground, wiping away her tears as she pleaded for Zhuang Sheng's life.

Upon seeing Mu An come out, she immediately threw herself onto Mu An's lap and hugged him tightly.

"How is Grandpa Lin? Is he alright? Da'an, believe me, there must be some misunderstanding. Sir would never kill someone..."

Looking at Mu Ling'er, who was crying uncontrollably, Mu An sighed and hugged the child in his arms.

"What a mess, let's just forget about it and go home."

Inside the house, as the sound gradually faded away, a long sigh echoed in the room.

The rain had stopped, and the setting sun shone through the window onto the hospital bed, illuminating Lin Zhimin's hand resting on his chest.

The gruesome wound has disappeared, replaced by a faint trace.

"well…………"