Hearing this, the little fox got excited and stood up quickly, refusing to leave.

Seeing that she was about to start pulling at her legs, the divine healer asked, "Your legs are healed, and you still want to follow me? Don't foxes like freedom?"

The little fox tucked her head in, seemingly with a compelling reason: she preferred the divine healer to wandering alone.

He was the first human to treat it well. He smelled wonderful and was very kind to it. Now it doesn't want to leave him.

Fortunately, the doctor was sitting down, and the fox was on the table, nestled against his chest in a coquettish manner, shaking its fox head.

The divine physician softened and said, "Alright, you can follow me for now. If you get bored after a while, you can leave on your own."

The divine healer was used to being alone; he always traveled among people in solitude, with few people by his side.

He can transform into different people in the human world, and now he has transmigrated into a human body and has the aura of a human.

The little fox didn't know he was a god; he only knew he was a benefactor.

Suddenly, a fox appeared beside the divine healer, and he could finally speak, even though the other party was a fox.

The little fox finally felt relieved, nestled her head on his arm, and rubbed against him, feeling so warm and cozy.

The mission of the divine healer is to save all living beings and treat people's diseases.

He would take the little fox with him wherever he went. The little fox watched him treat others and gradually learned the rules of human survival.

Whenever the immortal needed something, it would use its clever mind to fetch it for him.

Because every time it does something right, the miracle doctor will smile and pat its head.

Following the divine healer, the little fox found happiness, allowing it to forget the shadow of being abandoned by its own kind. Only the divine healer could make it so happy.

And every time someone criticizes the miracle doctor for being wrong or disrespectful to him, it rushes up and bites that person's arm like a protective parent.

Each time it caused a stir, the doctor asked it, "Why do you bite people?"

The little fox tugged at his sleeve, feeling wronged, because someone had bullied her.

The miracle doctor patted her head: "Don't hurt yourself. It would hurt me even more if you did."

Upon hearing this, the little fox's eyes darted around shyly, indicating that he felt sorry for it.

And so the little fox stayed with the divine doctor for his entire life. But being a fox, it lived longer than humans, watching the divine doctor grow old little by little, wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes.

It thought it would be content to stay with the divine doctor for seventy or eighty years, but the divine doctor died of illness at the age of fifty.

"Everyone has to die eventually, don't be sad." The miracle doctor coughed, "It's just that after I die, you'll have no one to take care of you. Have you learned to take care of yourself?"

The little fox shook its head; it wanted to stay with him forever and ever.

The miracle doctor patted the fox's head: "If you don't learn it, who will take care of you when I'm gone?"

The little fox whimpered and curled up beside him, staying with him and not going anywhere else.

"Little fox, you've been with me for half my life. This is my destiny. After I die, you can live the life you want."

The little fox shook its head again.

The divine healer could not rest in peace: "If you are like this, how could I dare to abandon you?"

The miracle doctor coughed, coughed up blood, his face turned pale, and he looked like he was in great pain.

The little fox had seen him like this for several days; his face was deathly pale, and he was coughing up a lot of blood. He was terminally ill, and no amount of medicine could help.

The little fox couldn't save him either. Seeing that he couldn't close his eyes in peace, the little fox closed its eyes and nodded.

She didn't want to see him suffer like this anymore. In this life, he saved her and gave her life. In the next life, she would find him.

The divine healer finally smiled with relief, held the little fox in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep that would last forever.

The little fox didn't leave; it squatted in front of the divine doctor's grave.

The tomb was built for him by the locals. He was a good man in this life, and many people loved and respected him, so they built him a very nice tomb.

The little fox guarded the tomb of the divine healer, never leaving despite the wind and rain.

This guarding has lasted for hundreds of years.

For hundreds of years, she has not been able to find the descendants of the divine physician.

Centuries later, the little fox ascended to heaven, but she could not forget the kind and gentle divine physician who had treated her well in the mortal realm.

While living as a deity in heaven, the little fox developed a fondness for drinking and often stole wine from Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao).

"Who stole my wine again?" Lao Tzu was so angry that his beard trembled.

The little fox hid the wine in its clothes and sneaked away, bumping into someone as it came out.

"How dare you offend our immortals!"

The little fox looked up and saw a handsome man dressed in white, his chestnut brown eyes fixed on her. He was exceptionally handsome, but having seen the divine healers of the mortal world, she had no interest in men of this world.

She awkwardly stepped back.

"It's alright." The immortal smiled at the little fox.

Laozi caught up with them, saying, "So it's you again, you little fox."

The little fox immediately hid behind the immortal. When Laozi saw the immortal, his expression changed, and he said respectfully, "So the immortal is here."

The immortal shielded the little fox behind him, saying, "I saw Laozi in a great hurry from afar. Someone must have stolen your wine again."

"Who else could it be but the little fox behind you?"

The little fox's tail was trembling: "I didn't steal it, don't bully me just because I'm older."

She would never admit it, no matter what.

Laozi was furious and pointed at the little fox: "You, you, you, don't push your luck!"

The immortal said, "I didn't see this little fox stealing wine. Laozi must have seen it wrong."

“Exactly,” the little fox stepped forward. “You’re just old and blind, you didn’t understand. You should see a doctor more often.”

Laozi didn't believe it; this wasn't the first time: "Immortal, don't be fooled by this cunning fox. She doesn't need to think twice before lying. I'll show you right now whether this little fox has stolen anything."

He pulled the little fox away, wanting to see her hands, but found that her hands were empty.

The little fox also found it strange; where was her wine?

The immortal said, "Why haven't I seen Laozi?"

"This..." Laozi was a little embarrassed and waved his hand: "Never mind, let's just let this matter go."

He then respectfully apologized to the immortal, saying, "I have disturbed you, immortal."

"It's alright, I find it interesting to see as well."

Laozi left, leaving them behind. The little fox stared at the immortal: "You're an immortal, yet you come to a place like this. Shouldn't you be very busy?"

"Even immortals have moments of rest." The immortal took the wine out of his sleeve: "Is this yours?"

The little fox's eyes lit up when it saw the wine: "So this is it!"

"Mmm." The immortal smiled indulgently.

The little fox hugged the wine, took a sip, and found it to be her favorite taste: "Why did you hide it with you? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you have to protect me?"

The immortal said, "Perhaps it's fate."

After that, Laozi's wine was always stolen. This time it wasn't the little fox's fault, but the wine simply disappeared and suddenly appeared in the little fox's room.