"Ping Er, you must be a good doctor in the future. Don't be like me …"
Sima Ping was slightly startled when she heard this. "Master, you …"
But in the next moment, she suddenly felt a little dizzy. The girl blinked her eyes and realized that her vision had become blurry. Her body swayed twice. She looked at the strange doctor and wanted to say something, but her body went limp and she fell to the ground.
The Strange Doctor took two steps forward and supported Sima Ping. As if he was supporting a priceless piece of art, he gently placed her on a large chair. Looking at the young girl's sleeping face, Ping Yidao sighed softly. "Yes, be a good doctor. Don't be like me … My disciple, I hope you can live a happy life …"
"I hope you become superstitious and believe that life and death are fated. That way, you won't be unable to forget difficult diseases and patients who can't be cured."
"I hope you become cold-blooded and get used to seeing people die. That way, you won't feel sad or blame yourself for the deaths of patients and their families …"
"I hope you become conservative and follow the medical theories passed down from your ancestors. Medicine is the way to save the dying and heal the injured. It involves the reincarnation of life and death. It points directly at the fate of the human body and the origin of life. Some things, once you take a wrong step, you can't turn back."
"I hope you can become sophisticated. Practicing medicine is not simply about treating and saving people. There are rich and poor patients, high and low, high and low. I hope you can see through the differences and helplessness in it as soon as possible and don't dwell on it …"
"I hope you become selfish. People ask for medicine only to get rid of diseases and recover their health. However, things are unpredictable. How can everything go according to one's wishes? If there is a slight change, there will be trouble. You must learn to protect yourself …"
He gently caressed Sima Ping's small head, which was lying on the table. His tone was unprecedentedly gentle. This was just a blessing, not a request. The path of the Apricot Forest was not as beautiful as people imagined. Behind the great wish of saving lives and healing the injured, as well as practicing medicine to help the world, there was a lot of sadness and helplessness. Since ancient times, all doctors had to bear it together.
"Therefore, my disciple, I hope that you can live a normal life. Be a good doctor, a doctor who doesn't overstep the mark. Be a mature doctor. Don't be like me …"
"It doesn't matter if you are a quack or a mediocre doctor. So what if your skills are limited?
So what if he was a cold-blooded merchant?
As long as you can live peacefully, peacefully, and happily …
He took a deep breath and looked at the girl's sleeping face. He shook his head and said with a smile, "Ping Er, I don't know if teaching you medical skills is the right thing to do.
I've been lonely all my life, without a wife or child. In the past, when I was tired and tired, I had thought about whether I should get married and have children, and let my son take over my mantle and continue on my path.
But on second thought, if she gave birth to a child, how could she bear to let him be a doctor?
Even being a butcher is better than being a doctor. If I have a son and he dares to pester me to study medicine, I will break his legs … "
"But in the end, I still taught you … Fortunately, I finally came to my senses. How could I let you walk down this path with me?"
He smiled bitterly and said, "No father, no mother, no ancestors, no sect, no heart, no feelings, no blood, no tears, no name, no surname, no shame, and no descendants. This path is the most suitable one for me, the strange doctor …"
"Back then, I chatted with the marshal by chance. At that time, he accidentally saw through my purpose … Ha, at that time, he was much more gloomy than he is now. He didn't like anyone, and his words were hurtful. So, he naturally refuted my dreams and beliefs. He said a lot of things that I didn't understand but thought were very impressive. Then, he concluded that from the perspective of ideology, the country's system, the level of science, and social concepts, the possibility of modern medicine being born in the Empire was completely zero.
Although I didn't understand and didn't know what modern medicine was, I vaguely felt that what he said was true. But when I asked him to help me, he just glared at me and said, "F * ck you, it's none of my business …"
"Later, maybe because I pestered him too much, he impatiently told me to go to the West. He said that there was a weak traditional medicine that would bleed people if they didn't agree with you, there was a mental liberation, there was evil capitalism, and there was a group of fearless and bold mad scientists. It was the perfect place for a lunatic like me to show off my skills …"
"At that time, I just thought it was a joke, but now … Maybe I really should go to that barbarian land to take a look.
My homeland can't hold me anymore … So, Ping Er, I'm going to the West. "
"After parting today, we won't see each other again in this life. In the future, everything I do as your master will have nothing to do with you … Maybe I'll have some achievements and send my new students to bring my teachings and painstaking efforts back to my homeland. Maybe I'll die in a foreign land and be buried in the yellow earth alone with endless regrets. But all of this will have nothing to do with you. You just need to live well, and that's all …"
The Strange Doctor's hand that was missing two fingers quietly clenched, and the gentleness in his eyes disappeared. He had always been a decisive person. How could the tenacity, effort, and sacrifice he had made over the years be ordinary?
The things he had decided on were simply resolute and decisive. His blessing and farewell to Sima Ping just now was the most gentle and wordy moment he had done in all these years.
Then, there was one more thing he had to do next.
Although I'm leaving, Ping Er still has to continue living in Mingzhou City. The grudges of my generation definitely can't involve her. The best way is …
A strong killing intent flashed through his eyes as he looked outside the door. Ping Er had rashly brought that Young Master Wu Hen. Whether or not he was this old man's martial nephew, he couldn't be allowed to live in this world.
Otherwise, if he brought news of me back, it would definitely cause endless trouble … I don't care, but I don't want to drag Ping Er down.
He raised the steel staff in his hand, and his eyes became cold and severe … He hadn't used martial arts for a long time, and had almost forgotten that doctors could save people, but they could also kill people.
He pushed open the door and walked out. His steps were no longer as slow as usual. Instead, they were vigorous and vigorous, and each step was powerful. The strength of a martial artist surged through this seemingly weak body, vigorous and powerful … Appearance was just a deceptive facade. As a doctor, how could he not know how to take care of his own body?
Moreover, he shouldered a sacred and important mission. He had to live a long life, and he had to work hard to live …
He walked towards another guest room in the courtyard, and his eyes were boiling with killing intent … If he killed this brat, the Marshal would probably be angry again. But he couldn't care about anything else. Compared to Ping Er, this small matter was simply not worth mentioning!
With a killing intent as cold as a blade, the Strange Doctor pushed open the door in front of him.