Douluo Heavens Upgrade

Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On the streets in the west corner of the imperial capital, Wang Lin's shop has become more famous as the years have passed. Many more people come to buy wood carvings, including many cultivators who come here because of its reputation.

In comparison, Chen Xiaoming's medical clinic is the same as it was three years ago. Although the business is much better, more of it is still among mortals.

However, Chen Xiaoming didn't care about these, and he had no intention of comparison. He always had a calm mind without any changes. What he wanted was the mentality of a mortal, to understand the life of a mortal, to feel the reincarnation of heaven, and the cycle of cause and effect. The medical center was just a tool for him to understand the way of heaven. .

As spring passed and autumn came, the sun and the moon alternated. Chen Xiaoming practiced medicine and treated diseases, but he saw a lot of birth, aging, illness and death. Some diseases could be cured, and he would cure them. Some diseases could not be cured, and Chen Xiaoming also shook his head and sighed.

In the past three years, Chen Xiaoming has become accustomed to seeing life and death, which makes Chen Xiaoming more and more aware of the helplessness of mortals.

But the more he realized it, the more Chen Xiaoming felt in his heart.

In the past three years, he had forgotten about the system and cultivation. His cultivation had always been at the peak of striving for the top, and he had never improved.

Even with regard to blood origin and time origin, Chen Xiaoming spent less and less time understanding them.

"squeak."

Pushing open the door of the medical clinic again, Chen Xiaoming looked a little more stable at this moment than he did three years ago. There were traces of time on his handsome face. Compared with three years ago, he looked more stable. There is a gap.

"Doctor Chen, my old mother is dying. Please go and help her."

As soon as he opened the door, a figure hurried over not far away. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, wearing gray linen with several patches on it. The middle-aged man's eyes were anxious, and tears kept falling. He took Chen Xiaoming's hand, and with his palm that was a little muddy, he directly stained Chen Xiaoming's clothes.

"wait a minutes."

Chen Xiaoming broke away, got up and returned to the hospital, picked up the medicine box, and ran out again.

"Let's go, lead the way."

The middle-aged man's face showed joy, with tears in his eyes, he led the way and ran towards a certain place.

On the streets in the early morning, many people had already gotten up early and were busy. At this moment, they looked at Chen Xiaoming who was rushing away with the medical kit, with admiration and respect in their eyes.

In the past three years, Chen Xiaoming has become famous on the street with his medical skills. What's more, he is willing to treat the poor for free and leave a legacy of virtue.

In the shop next to the medical center, Wang Lin opened the door and glanced at the figure hurried away, with deep and solemn eyes.

When they met three years ago, Wang Lin never thought that the other person would actually follow the same path as him, the road to mortal transformation.

He couldn't see through Chen Xiaoming's cultivation, but Wang Lin knew that the other party was definitely a monk above the divine transformation stage, and his strength was terrifying. Such a monk had already understood his own artistic conception, so why did he still need to transform into a mortal?

Wang Lin didn't understand, but Chen Xiaoming was the only person Wang Lin had ever seen who followed the same path as him.

Walking westward, Chen Xiaoming followed the middle-aged man for almost as long as a stick of incense. Finally, he came to a dilapidated wooden house. There was a big hole in the wooden roof, dripping with water from the previous night.

Stepping into the wooden house, you can see a white-haired old man lying on the bed made of wooden boards. There is a pile of tattered clothes on him. On the ground beside the bed, there are drops of water dripping from the roof. The water droplets created a small puddle.

"Mom, Doctor Chen is here."

The middle-aged man ran over, grabbed the old man's hand, and shouted excitedly.

Chen Xiaoming took a look, stepped on the puddle, placed the medical box on the dirt floor aside, and put a hand on the old man's wrist.

"Ok?"

Frowning, the old woman's pulse was weak and her breath was as thin as a thread. At this moment, she was just holding back her breath to hold on until now.

"Doctor Chen, my mother?"

Looking at the silent Chen Xiaoming, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel his heart sink. Tears welled up in his eyes. He held the old woman tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid of losing her in the next second.

Chen Xiaoming sighed softly, placed his right hand quietly on his pulse, shook his head, stood up and stood aside, and gave up his position.

There is nothing that cannot be cured about mortal illnesses, but what Chen Xiaoming wants to understand is that the life of a mortal, including birth, old age, illness and death, is inherently unpredictable and cannot be forced.

"mother!"

The middle-aged man cried loudly. The man did not shed tears easily, but he did not reach the sad point. He tightly held the old woman's right hand with both hands, with his head pressed against his hand, feeling deeply helpless and blaming himself.

"Son, don't cry. I'm satisfied that I can see you again before I leave."

The old woman's face shone with light, and a trembling voice came out. She raised her left hand and touched the middle-aged man's face, with a satisfied look on her face.

Chen Xiaoming stood silently and said nothing. There was only so much he could do.

"mother!"

Exclaiming in surprise, the middle-aged man looked at such a scene and was slightly stunned, but he also understood the reflection of life before death. He couldn't help but shed tears on his clothes, hugged the old woman, and hugged her tightly.

"Son...ah..."

With intermittent words, the old woman finally left contentedly in the arms of the middle-aged man.

Chen Xiaoming did not interrupt, gently picked up the medical box and turned away.

When he stepped out of the wooden house, Chen Xiaoming took a deep breath. He had seen such a scene many times in the past three years.

Life, separation, and death between mortals, the cycle of cause and effect, have their own destiny.

Birth, old age, illness and death are part of his understanding of the way of heaven and understanding of cause and effect. Even if he uses heaven-defying techniques to help the other person delay his life for a few years, in the end, this person will still not be able to escape reincarnation.

"Ugh."

With a slight sigh, Chen Xiaoming glanced at the way he had come. The way back was a bit heavier. The doctor was kind-hearted, and right and wrong were no longer clear to him.

Not long after, Chen Xiaoming returned to the hospital, took off his outer clothing, put on a new one, and lay down on the armchair again.

It's just that this time, he didn't have the usual tranquility, but instead had an extra sense of dignity.

With his eyes slightly closed, Chen Xiaoming was filled with all kinds of thoughts. He saw many scenes of life and death. For Chen Xiaoming, life seemed like a big dream.

Open your eyes, close your eyes, from birth to death, the decades of living are just like a big dream.

The reincarnation of heaven, the cycle of cause and effect, a flash of clarity flashed in Chen Xiaoming's mind, as if he understood something, but he didn't understand anything at all. .

He shook his head slightly, smiled slightly, and murmured a bit of helplessness, which finally turned into a sigh.

"Ugh!"

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