Five hundred years ago, in a certain city in the Eastern Wilderness.

"Master Wu, another person has fallen ill!"

An anxious voice echoed through the street and reached a courtyard.

The courtyard was not large, in fact, it was quite small, and its style was very simple.

Above the main gate of the courtyard hangs a plaque that reads: "Xuanhu Medical Clinic".

A simply dressed person wandered into the courtyard.

The man looked flustered and shouted as he ran, "Another one, another one is sick."

As the person ran into the courtyard, they got a full view of the scenery inside.

In this small courtyard, apart from the stone path in the middle, the rest was covered with straw mats.

Lying on the straw mats were people with dark complexions, who all appeared to be seriously ill.

"Keep your voice down, these are all patients."

A person pushed open the door and came out of the house. This person had long hair and wore gray clothes. It was Xiao Mingmu.

Xiao Ming looked at the person shouting and felt very dissatisfied. He then glanced at the patients groaning in pain in the courtyard and frowned even more.

He actually disliked these mortals, because they were such a burden...

"What's wrong? Is someone sick again?"

Another person came out of the house. This person was dressed in white and had a gentle face, making people feel close to him.

This man was Wu Er.

When Wu Er saw the people rushing over in a panic, he went forward to greet them personally.

And so, they bypassed Xiao Mingmu, who was standing between the two.

Upon seeing Wu Er, the man first took a few deep breaths, and then began to speak. Wu Er listened attentively to what the man said, and he also said a few words himself.

So the two of them started talking.

Xiao Mingmu stood to the side, watching the two chatter away without any expression on his face.

But when he saw Wu Er frown, Xiao Mingmu pursed his lips and clenched his fist.

Then Xiao Mingmu said in a very low voice, "They're just mortals, why are you frowning, senior brother... If you find it troublesome, wouldn't it be better for us, fellow disciples and I, to go up the mountain and live a carefree and happy life? Why do you have to care about these mortals?"

Two hundred years ago, Wu Er obtained an opportunity from Kun Wu, which changed his own aptitude and officially embarked on the path of immortality.

And naturally, a group of junior brothers and sisters were also led onto the path of cultivation and became cultivators.

Just then, a cloud drifted in and blocked out the sun.

The light in the courtyard has dimmed.

After chatting for a while, Wu Er saw the person off and then gently rubbed his forehead.

Wu Er said to Xiao Mingmu, "Mingmu, wait for Gou Dan to come back, then have him go pick up another patient."

After saying this, Wu Er swept the yard again and muttered to himself, "I just don't know if we can fit it in the yard."

A gentle breeze stirred, brushing past Wu Er's cheek, lifting a few strands of hair and revealing a hint of weariness.

"Senior brother, you've been staying in this city for over half a year." Xiao Mingmu lowered his head. "You've been practicing medicine and saving lives in this city for so long, exhausting yourself. What are you doing all this for?"

Wu Er tidied his hair, concealing the weariness on his face, and then smiled.

He said, "Naturally, I don't want anything; I just can't bear to see mortals suffer."

Seeing his senior brother's smile, Xiao Mingmu felt even more resentful.

So he said, "Senior Brother, can't you be a little selfish? We are cultivators, seeking immortality and enlightenment is all we need. What do we care about the life and death of mortals?"

Perhaps he was feeling bad, which is why his tone was a bit harsh.

After saying this, Xiao Mingmu realized his tone was inappropriate, so he said in a low voice, "Senior brother, I just now..."

"You."

Wu Er smiled again, then pointed at Xiao Mingmu.

He said, “If I were selfish, you would freeze to death in that little temple. If you have the ability, help others. After all, we also came from times of hardship.”

Xiao Mingmu opened his mouth as if he was about to speak, but Wu Er stopped him with a gesture.

Wu Er said, "Alright, I'll go out and check on the situation of this plague first, and we'll talk in detail when I get back."

After saying this, Wu Er walked out of the courtyard.

Upon arriving on the street, Wu Er found no one in sight.

It has to be said that the street is somewhat desolate.

Even in the dark corners of the streets and alleys, weeds have grown in abundance, indicating that the streets have been deserted for a long time.

"It still looks desolate."

Wu Er couldn't help but sigh when he saw the scene.

He is a kind-hearted person who cannot bear to see suffering.

Half a year ago, Wu Er and his fellow disciples traveled around and passed through this city. They discovered that the city was plagued by disease, and many people had already died.

So he had a kind thought and wanted to solve the plague and save more suffering mortals.

Perhaps because I've experienced so much hardship in the past, I'm more easily moved to pity when I see others suffering, and I always think about helping whenever I can.

However, during these six months, Wu Er's plague was not simple, and even he, as a cultivator, found it difficult to treat.

And after studying it for a period of time, they discovered clues about this plague.

This one is probably related to some cultivators.

I don't know what those cultivators were after from these mortals, that they would cause such a huge plague.

"It's really a troublesome matter."

Wu Er muttered something again, and his haggard look reappeared on his face.

However, there was no one around, so naturally no one noticed his haggard appearance.

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