The breeze blows the willows, and March is a sunny and beautiful season. This season is a good day for many leisurely people to call their friends and go out for a trip. On the hillside with beautiful mountains and rivers, blowing the wind and enjoying flowers is definitely a unique flavor.

Often at this time, it is also a time when tourists from some tourist destinations are endless. Seeing a group of young men and women wearing bright clothes traveling hand in hand and kissing me, this passionate early spring adds a lot of romantic atmosphere.

As young people are at a time when they are full of vitality, a vibrant body and spirit are naturally indispensable, but the truth is not the case.

At this time, just by the West Lake where many couples are walking, there is a young man in his twenties sitting quietly on a chair by the lake, his eyes full of vicissitudes and slimness, and a young and beautiful face full of thoughts that have been through countless years.

The young man dressed very casually and looked a little sloppy, which was completely inconsistent with the temperament a young man should have, just like a beggar.

"Hey! Look at that person, is he an orphan? It's so pitiful." A girl pulled her boyfriend and pointed at him.

"Maybe, it seems that he is a beggar. It's a pity that he doesn't support himself at such a young age." The boy looked at the girl and pulled her slowly past. In order to show his kindness and kindness, he even threw a five-yuan bill to the young man.

The young man was indifferent to the boy's actions and still looked at the lake in a slim way, like a lost lamb, and did not say thank you for the boy's kindness.

In fact, several small-denomination bills and dozens of coins were thrown in front of the young man. Obviously, the boy was not the first such kind-hearted person.

The young man just sat upright, like an old monk who had entered into meditation, forgot time and space, and his empty and expressionless eyes were frozen motionless.

The young man was named Wang Zhi. He was born in a declining family of traditional Chinese medicine. His grandfather and grandchildren were all old Chinese medicine doctors. He is also famous. The reason why he has declined is because in today's world, traditional Chinese medicine has gradually declined, and many people have even forgotten the magical medical technique of traditional Chinese medicine.

Wang Zhi is 23 years old this year. He has been influenced by his family since childhood and loves traditional Chinese medicine very much. He just graduated from the famous traditional Chinese medicine college half a year ago. He is also a young and talented young man. He can be said to be a promising young man. Although traditional Chinese medicine has declined, it still has very good results after all.

Logically speaking, Wang Zhi should not be like this now. He is still young and should be full of hope for the future, but now he has become so depressed, just like an old man who has lost hope for life.

In fact, all this originated from a bizarre experience that Wang Zhi had a week ago. Yes, it was bizarre and very bizarre, so that Wang Zhi was a little unbelievable when he remembered it now.

One night a week ago, Wang Zhi found a relatively simple medical book on a bookshelf at home. Who wrote that medical book? Wang Zhi just knew that many of the theories and statements in that medical book were very special, so Wang Zhi worked tirelessly all night.

But just when Wang Zhi saw the key point, the content behind the book was completely lost. It turned out that it was just a broken book. This discovery made Wang Zhi, who was in high spirits, very depressed, and was a little excited, and accidentally knocked over the teacup on the table.

The tea accidentally flowed along the tabletop to the socket of the desk lamp, and the short-circuited current immediately hit Wang Zhi. At the moment he was hit by the current, Wang Zhi actually encountered the legendary time travel and miraculously returned to two thousand years ago.

It was a time when it was unbearable to look back on. Wang Zhi miraculously survived that cruel and cold-blooded era with his strong will and unyielding spirit. He was fortunate to meet the famous miracle doctor Bian Que and became Bian Que's personal disciple. This made Wang Zhi, who loved traditional Chinese medicine, forget the troubles brought by time traveling. He used almost all his experiences in the study and practice of traditional Chinese medicine.

Wang Zhi followed Bian Que, practicing medicine everywhere to save the world, and his life was careless, but time was ruthless. Bian Que passed away, Qin Shihuang passed away, and Liu Bang passed away. Famous emperors and heroes gradually became drowned in the long river of time, but Wang Zhi seemed to have gained eternal life and was still so young.

Everyone in the world longs for immortality, but Wang Zhi was in great pain. Seeing the people he knew, friends he made, and lovers he liked slowly grew old and turned into dust, Wang Zhi's heart was as if he was being slashed by a sharp blade, and he hated immortality.

In the days that followed, Wang Zhi became extremely withdrawn. All his thoughts were focused on the study and study of traditional Chinese medicine, and he searched for famous Chinese medicine masters in every period. He discussed the Tao with Zhang Zhongjing for many years, talked with Hua Tuo day and night, lying on the same bed with Sun Simiao, and studying with Li Shizhen.

Over the long years of more than a thousand years, he has developed his medical skills to a magical level. He has come back to life, and has done everything in difficult and complicated diseases and cured all kinds of pain medicines. However, he is still unknown. He has always been hidden in the darkness of time and does not appear in the world. In the long years, saving people and traditional Chinese medicine have become his only pursuit.

Finally, the long life finally ended. He died in a war in the late Ming Dynasty. Before he died, he felt deeply liberated. The long loneliness and long loneliness made him deeply feel the loveliness of death. He smiled happily when he closed his eyes.

Perhaps God made a very cute joke with Wang Zhi. Wang Zhi opened his eyes again. He returned to the room before traveling. Time miraculously stopped. His long lonely life of nearly two thousand years seemed to be just a dream.

Once again, I saw my familiar parents, my dear grandfather, and Wang Zhi felt like he was a different life. At that moment, he finally collapsed and subconsciously closed his consciousness, unwilling to think about it or face it. He was so scared that all this was just a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water, and in the end it was just a waste.

The magical time travel, the miraculous return, and the long experience made Wang Zhi, who was only 23 years old, look like he was in the evening overnight. For a week, Wang Zhi sat on a chair next to the West Lake every day, looking at the lake in a slim way, and putting the water of the Fo River with the answer he wanted.

The sky gradually faded late, and the early spring night was still cold. Most tourists had left one after another. The breeze blew across the lake, bringing a hint of coolness. Wang Zhi's thin body seemed to tremble slightly under the breeze.

"It's still cold." Wang Zhi withdrew his confused eyes, tightened his coat, stood up slowly, and murmured: "Since I know that it's cold, it means that my heart is still warm, but how should I deal with it? Nan Ke's dream makes people feel sad when they wake up from the dream."

A teardrop fell gently at the corner of his eyes, and Wang Zhi slowly walked home. He was able to survive in such a difficult environment for thousands of years. Wang Zhi was definitely not a cowardly person who chose to escape, but he had not yet found his heart, or he was just a little unbelievable.

"Help!" Wang Zhi, who was walking slowly, suddenly heard a shrill cry, which seemed so harsh on the quiet night.

"Oh! The vast sea of ​​people and life, a lonely boat and a lamp, you come and go to other places, and life and death are difficult to last forever." Hearing the cry for help, Wang Zhi paused slightly, then sighed slowly, and sighed softly, and saw his feelings. After seeing more birth, old age, sickness and death, and more joys and sorrows, Wang Zhi's heart seemed to have become a little ruthless.

Ignoring the constant cry for help, Wang Zhi was still walking slowly. He needed to adapt. Life was too vague. Only after experiencing it can you understand it. Wang Zhi experienced too much and felt too much, but instead got a little lost.

"Brother, help me, save my husband!" Just as Wang Zhi was still walking back slowly, a beautiful young woman covered in blood suddenly jumped out on the side of the road. Her wife's hair was messy at this time, and her forehead was still oozing with blood. Her noble yellow breast skirt also tore a lot of holes.

The young woman rushed out in such a mess, hugged Wang Zhi's thighs, constantly crying and begging.

Wang Zhi looked in the direction where the young woman rushed out and saw a silver-white BMW sedan tilted across the roadside, and the car body was hit in a mess. A man in a suit was lying on the edge of the car covered in blood, his chest was undulating, and it seemed that he would breathe more and take less, and he would be in short order.

"Call 120 quickly, maybe there is still some help if there is time." Wang Zhi let the young woman hold her thighs and quietly look at the man not far away, and said without emotion.

"Brother, our phone has been broken. I have been waiting here for five minutes. No one has come here. Brother, please help me. Maybe you can make a call." The young woman said with a crying voice.

Yes, Wang Zhi took a slightly remote road, and there were few vehicles in this place, so it was indeed not easy for someone to come. I really don’t know how the couple had an accident, and maybe it was another tragedy of driving under the influence of drinking.

Wang Zhi couldn't help laughing on his cell phone. He smiled bitterly. Since returning to the city again, Wang Zhi had never touched his cell phone much, and even had little food. If it weren't for the long time in that era, he had learned some internal skills of breathing and breathing, and practiced some martial arts necessary to save his life, perhaps Wang Zhi would have fainted on the ground now.

"Brother, please help me, I will definitely repay you well." Seeing that Wang Zhi was indifferent, the young woman thought Wang Zhi had some ideas and quickly expressed her feelings.

"Hey! Forget it, I'll be kind again." Looking at the young woman who was holding her and constantly begging, Wang Zhi seemed to see the loved ones who died in front of him. Finally, he couldn't help but sigh again, pushed the young woman who was holding her to the side and walked quickly towards the man.

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Chapter completed!