You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Suddenly, Boss Xie mentioned improving the meals, and the owner of Zuixianlou personally brought food boxes over. However, at the table, the caravan warriors, the town hall master, the Han siblings, Boss Xie and himself sat down together. These complete strangers gathered together, not saying a word, just eating in silence. Moreover, judging from their expressions, they seemed to be very happy. However, Changqing noticed that almost all of their gazes were on him.

Are they examining themselves? Or...?

It was truly a bizarre dinner party, and with some bizarre people.

In the height of summer, many places were struck by disasters. The rapid decomposition of corpses led to rampant plagues. This time, Changqing was no longer practicing medicine alone. For some reason, the Han siblings followed him closely and went with him.

As he was leaving town, a woman in purple was squatting in front of the stall, looking bored. She blinked at Changqing, who was carrying a medicine box and leaving town. The three servants were still guarding him like he was a thief, which annoyed him. In the past five years, the two of them had only spoken a handful of words.

The initial slight attraction faded away with time. Five years had passed, and the girl was still beautiful, but his complexion had become much rougher and darker.

Three figures emerged from the town entrance, their silhouettes disappearing into the lush greenery.

Looking at the road beneath his feet, Changqing was slightly lost in thought. A healer to save the world? Changqing didn't know. He only knew that the belief in his heart drove him to see the world and the world in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, summer turned to autumn, and a ragged figure finally appeared at the town entrance. Changqing limped into the town, supported by two 'beggars' on either side. His footsteps crunched on the fallen leaves, accompanied by his coughs that carried far into the distance.

Looking at the bustling street, a vibrant scene of red and green, countless eyes were fixed on him, some with disdain, others with pity. His medicine box was tattered, and he was mending it with numerous rattan sticks. The young man exhaled a puff of white breath: "Four months!"

For four whole months, I traveled abroad, witnessing the suffering of refugees, the rampant bandits, the hardships of life, countless tribulations, and numerous life-or-death crises. Throughout this time, a mission always echoed in my ears: to put all living beings first and to care for all people.

The words seemed to originate from nowhere, yet they lingered in his mind, sustaining him and helping him persevere.

"I'm finally back!" Looking at the town, the ragged people gradually regained their spirits, as if they had found a home and felt a sense of peace for no reason.

Until a few days ago, a sense of mission, as if in communion with the divine, resurfaced in my mind, like an extremely fulfilling dream.

From that day on, Changqing knew it was time to go back, for someone was waiting for him there. Looking into the distance, he saw Guinan.

In the past few days, they had been robbed by bandits and chased all over the mountains like dogs. Han Zijin sprained his leg while running away. If it weren't for Han Zijin's martial arts skills, he would have had a hard time escaping. Fortunately, the bandits saw their disguise and gave up after a short chase.

Last night, Changqing started running a high fever. Countless dreamlike fragments flooded his mind, depicting a spirited young man who could manipulate enemies far stronger than himself, roaming freely across the world—truly exhilarating.

The dream ended, but the scenes from the dream remained.

A steaming bowl of white porridge was placed in front of me, and it was held by a pair of extremely beautiful hands, as smooth as jade, carrying a refreshing fragrance.

"I……"

The woman in front of me was smiling, her smile as beautiful as a flower, and her gentleness was boundless. She was the kind-hearted woman who used to run a stall, but now she treated me like a beggar.

Instinctively reaching for the bowl, a dreamlike scene appeared before my eyes: a face, both playful and shrewd, overlapped with the person before me. Ruthless? Cunning? Unfathomable? Like a fox or a venomous snake, always ready to strike a fatal blow in the shadows.

With a tremor of his hand, the white porridge spilled onto the ground, shattering the porcelain bowl into several pieces. The porridge splashed everywhere, startling the woman. But she said kindly, "Is it too hot? I'll go get you some more later."

The woman didn't blame him, but the man felt extremely guilty and asked the Han siblings to take him home.

When the woman in white returned, she could only see a figure walking far away. The figure in the middle was very familiar, which made the woman pause for a moment and blurt out: "Little Pharmacist?"

The pharmacy was closed, and the usually bustling pharmacy was deserted. It was strange.

In the back room of the pharmacy, Changqing looked at the black and gold coat, feeling a sense of familiarity mixed with unease. In the end, he found a faded blue robe to wear and smiled wryly, "Strange, why would I believe in dreams? It's too absurd."

Because of his leg problems, he needed to rest for a few days and couldn't go up the mountain. He could only open the pharmacy door to increase Boss Xie's income. There was a layer of dust on the counter, indicating that the business hadn't been open for at least several dozen days. I couldn't help but admire Boss Xie's carefree attitude.

He had only come down from the mountains to practice medicine, but this trip had lasted for almost half a year. He was also afraid that Boss Xie would fire him! He wanted to make a good impression and earn some points.

After cleaning up, we ate a simple meal with the Han siblings and then sat in front of the counter, lost in thought. As the stove was lit, the two little ones, who were no longer small, showed a hint of enjoyment, and their chapped hands, which had been frozen, regained some vitality.

After a busy morning, night fell more quickly than in summer. He could have closed the shop immediately, but Changqing was uneasy and fearful. He dared not fall asleep, having had a strange and terrifying dream of immortals all day. He was afraid, very afraid that everything was an illusion, a lie. His mind even began to instinctively reject the idea of ​​falling asleep.

Night fell, and Boss Xie did not return. It seemed he had gone on a long trip. A deep sense of drowsiness surged from the depths of my thoughts, relentless and irresistible. My eyelids finally closed slowly, and sure enough, the bizarre and fantastical scene reappeared before my eyes the next moment.

Originally a traveler in the mortal world, now a stranger in a foreign land, mountains rise abruptly from the ground, my body moves freely and unrestrained, parting the clouds to explore the true sun, entering the earth to reveal the nine netherworlds, eagles and sparrows soar through the nine heavens, man roams the vast world.

As an immortal, I roam the world, the clouds and mist caressing my face, cool and refreshing. The feeling of looking down on all the mountains arises spontaneously. Just as I am about to shout, my perspective suddenly changes to a mud pit. Countless sharp-toothed demons in the deep pool drag me into the depths of the mud, and countless noisy murmurs echo in my ears.

This is the source of his fear that prevents him from falling asleep.

"Your current achievements are all thanks to your spiritual root! What use are you now that you've lost your spiritual root?!"

"It's just good fortune; anyone with that kind of luck would have soared to great heights."

"What a useless piece of trash..."

"What right do you have to live? Opportunities should be reserved for those who are prepared. Come down and join us!"

"Why should we be subordinates? Why should we suffer your misfortune? We refuse to accept this!!"

"This is what you owe us, and you'll never be able to pay it back!!"

"This is a curse from heaven and earth upon you. What have we done to deserve this calamity? Why must we also endure this tribulation!"

Why? Why? A sense of powerlessness, a feeling of suffocation, relentlessly presses upon me. Struggling is futile! Resisting—where is the enemy? Who am I? How many explanations do I owe? How many more will die in vain for me?

A chill began to spread from his fingertips. So cold, so cold, so incredibly cold. The bone-chilling cold froze his consciousness, and despair spread through his heart. Even colder than the cold was the tears in the corners of his eyes.