"Yan Ze, you were born into hardship, and I deeply regret leaving you and your mother in the mortal realm to endure countless tribulations. Fortunately, you possess exceptional talent, and in less than ten thousand years you have achieved your current level of cultivation. I understand the hardships you have endured. However, becoming a god is not so easy; one's state of mind is especially important."
Descending to the mortal realm to undergo trials is the best way to solidify one's character. You, set off now.
"Yes, Father Emperor!"
Ten thousand years ago, Yan Ze was ordered by the Heavenly Emperor to descend to the mortal realm to undergo a tribulation. Little did he know that this tribulation would become the only obsession he could not let go of for ten thousand years.
"Your Majesty, this time when His Highness descends to the mortal realm, I'm afraid he will encounter his destined tribulation. Shouldn't we make some preparations?"
“You know very well that destiny is hard to defy. It’s only a few dozen days, and since it’s his tribulation, he should have to overcome it himself. At worst, I will sacrifice my cultivation to save his life.”
"His Majesty……"
"He is my eldest son, and this is what I owe to him and his mother."
"……yes!"
Upon his birth, Yan Ze was reborn as the eldest son of the Yan family, named Yan Ze, and inherited the family's mantle, becoming a peerless divine physician within a hundred miles.
That day, while he was gathering herbs in the mountains, he saw a man lying there, covered in wounds, but fast asleep.
He was very curious, wondering what this person had gone through to be so badly injured yet still able to sleep.
Ignoring seriously injured patients has never been his style.
They took down the medicine box, washed his wounds with clean water, and applied medicine, but the man still did not wake up.
He thought that he was probably too tired, so he deliberately moved gently and wiped his wounds little by little.
After cleaning for a while, he was covered in sweat. He raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and when he turned his head, he met a pair of awake eyes.
Unlike others who are wary and defensive when they see a stranger, this person's eyes are dark and calm. If you stare at them for a while, you can see through them with a clear and all-knowing quality, which makes people feel uneasy for no reason.
Those eyes made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Yan Ze casually looked away and packed his medical kit to leave.
"You saved me, don't you want any reward?"
"No need, it's just some common medicinal herbs."
"If something happens to me, will you take responsibility?"
"In my hands, there are never any surprises."
"Really? Look what this is."
Turning my head, I saw that the area where the ointment had just been applied was bleeding again.
"What did you do? Don't you know you shouldn't move around after applying the medicine?"
"Hmm? First time getting injured, not much experience."
How many more times do you want to get hurt?
The other person looked completely innocent, even smiling, which greatly displeased Yan Ze, who had always considered healing the sick and saving lives as his mission.
Yan Ze put the medicine box down from his shoulder again, took out the ointment with a disgruntled expression, applied it to him again, and wrapped it with a cloth strip a few times.
"You're so badly injured, and you still come to sleep in the mountains. Aren't you afraid that wild animals will snatch you away!"
"You mean, you're concerned about me?"
"Caring for patients is the duty of every doctor."
"Besides caring about patients, what else do you care about?"
Yan Ze didn't say anything more, focusing on treating his wounds before carrying his medicine box and heading into the mountains.
The man followed him, saying he wanted to help him carry his medicine box to repay his life-saving kindness.
He himself was covered in injuries, and besides needing his care, there was nothing he could do to help him.
“Go back now, patient. You should act like a patient.”
Yan Ze wasn't joking. The man frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly started yelling in pain and kept falling against him.
This was the first time Yan Ze had encountered such a situation, and he was caught off guard and pounced on by the other party, falling to the ground along with his medical kit.
Their eyes met, and Yan Ze clearly saw the triumphant glint in his eyes.
He reached out and pressed his pressure points, knocked him to the ground, sprinkled some insect repellent powder around him, and then left.
To his surprise, when he returned to the Yan family, the head of the family told him that they had found him an assistant to do as he pleased.
The Yan family never invites outsiders, so why is there an exception this time?
When he saw that smiling person, even someone as calm as him couldn't help but feel a little irritated.
It was the person he had treated on the road who said his name was Yan Ming, and that he would stay by his side from then on.
He went to gather herbs, and Yan Ming quickly carried the herb basket on his back.
He was taking the patient's pulse, while Yan Ming watched him intently from the side, making him extremely uncomfortable. The patient was also uneasy, as if he were being targeted by a villain.
When he went out to see patients, Yan Ming followed behind him. Whenever someone approached, Yan Ming would give him a menacing look, scaring away many patients.
He wanted Yan Ming to leave, but he said, "You can't even cure all my illnesses, aren't you afraid that you'll ruin the reputation of your Yan family?"
For some reason, Yan Ming always had wounds on his body. Despite applying many good ointments and drinking a lot of herbal soup, his condition never improved.
Thus, Yan Ze spent most of his time on Yan Ming, taking his pulse, cleaning his wounds, brewing medicine, and applying ointment.
Even with his personal efforts, the wound would heal in one place only to become infected in another, causing Yan Ze some concern. He feared that his medical skills were insufficient to cure the injury.
Spring has passed and winter has come. Yan Ming has been by his side for many years. He tried to teach him some medical principles, but Yan Ming was like a stubborn rock and he could not be taught no matter what.
When Yan Ze reached marriageable age, he obeyed his parents' wishes and the matchmaker's words, and entered into countless marriages. However, every time he was choosing an auspicious day, his partner would either fall into the water and be frightened, or be disfigured and lose their memory.
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