At the beginning of the world, all living things were born. The vast history was like a tsunami or a landslide, sweeping through endless time.
Humans lived for a lifetime, plants and trees had an autumn. From birth to dusk, until they turned into bones, this was the fate of mortals.
In ancient times, there were emperors who suffered from illness. In order to not die, they prayed to the heavens in search of immortality, but in the end, they could only be buried in the soil.
Birth, old age, illness, and death were the sorrows of mortals. No one could break this iron law.
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Heartbreak Mountain was a towering mountain. It was one of the eight great mystical mountains in the world and was located in the Xia Country.
The mountain was steep and as smooth as a wall. There were no birds or beasts. If a mortal wanted to climb to the top of the mountain, it would be a fantasy. From this, it could be seen that the mountain was extremely dangerous.
At the top of Heartbreak Mountain, the northern wind was biting cold.
Ye Xuan looked down at the vast sea of clouds. His eyes were filled with endless loneliness and vicissitudes. It was as if nothing could cause him to feel the slightest bit of emotion.
"Time flies. Four years have passed. Do you … still remember me?"
"Or … did you already think that I was buried in the soil?"
Ye Xuan had a huge secret. He was originally a patient with late-stage leukemia and should have been a dead man. Four years ago, he left the bustling city and came to Heartbreak Mountain. He wanted to end his life, but the heavens gave him a chance. They opened a sealed door for him, allowing him to live until now.
No, not only did he survive, Ye Xuan had gained some things and lost some things in the past four years. What he gained was power, but what he lost … was perhaps the compassion he once had!
"All living things in the world have to die. Today, Ye Xuan has broken out of his cocoon and transformed into a butterfly. I shall step into the world again."
Rumble.
Like raging waves, like rocks piercing through the sky, when Ye Xuan's voice sounded, thunder streaked across the sky. Thousands of lightning bolts crisscrossed in the clouds. The roars of thousands of beasts could be heard from the depths of Heartbreak Mountain, as if they were witnessing Ye Xuan's vow.
Wind and clouds gathered as thunder filled the sky.
Ye Xuan took a step forward, causing endless waves to appear in the void. He turned into a stream of light and disappeared from the top of Heartbreak Mountain.
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The cold wind whistled and the snow was heavy. It was winter in the twelfth lunar month. Pedestrians were in twos and threes, and there were few vehicles on the road. However, a lonely figure was moving forward in the snow.
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Jiangnan City, People's First Affiliated Hospital.
A plaque with black words on a white background entered Ye Xuan's eyes.
"It's been four years, and I'm back here!" Ye Xuan muttered softly as a trace of bitterness flashed through his eyes.
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. Ye Xuan clearly remembered his mother's desperate eyes, his brother's clenched fists, his sister's red eyes from crying … and the letter that his indifferent father sent.
..... that day. Ye Xuan disappeared from the hospital at night because he didn't want to die in front of his family and make them sad for him.
Back to the old place, things were still there, but people had changed.
Four years had passed. No one knew what he had experienced. He could live until now because he had walked out of a sea of blood and bones. His experience could not be described to others.
A sea of blood drifted, all hopes turned to dust, struggling between life and death, reviving amidst destruction and destruction … Blood … Endless blood … Mournful yet magnificent …
Ye Xuan's thoughts were absent-minded. His four years of experience were like a bloody nightmare. He was deeply immersed in his memories. His expression would occasionally distort and become tyrannical. Only when a sudden voice sounded out did he suddenly wake up.
An old man in his fifties in a security uniform opened the door to the mailroom and walked quickly toward Ye Xuan. "Hey, young man, don't stand outside on such a cold day. Are you in trouble?"
"Sir, may I ask if Dr. Xia Qiu is here?" Ye Xuan asked.
"Are you talking about Director Xia Qiu?"
The old man said as he pulled Ye Xuan toward the mailroom. When the two of them entered the room, they were isolated from the cold wind and snow outside.
"Sir, can you help me contact Dr. Xia Qiu?" Ye Xuan went straight to the point.
"Okay, give me a moment."
The old man did not nag. He picked up the phone on the table and dialed.
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In the director's office.
Xia Qiu was looking at the medical records in her hands. When the phone rang beside her, she picked it up.
"Hello."
"Director Xia? There's a young man looking for you. "
"What's his name? Does he have an appointment?"
As the hospital's chief physician, Xia Qiu had to receive many family members of patients every day. Naturally, she was not surprised that someone was looking for her.
"By the way, what's your name?" The old man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Ye Xuan. Ye as in Zhuye, Xuan as in Xuanyuan."
Crack.
Suddenly, the glass in Xia Qiu's hand fell to the ground with the sound of glass shattering. She was completely stunned.
"Hello, hello. Director Xia, what's wrong?" The old man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"No … Impossible … Absolutely impossible … Let … Let him come see me."
Xia Qiu bit her lips. Her voice was intermittent. If one listened carefully, they would notice that her voice was mixed with extreme shock.
It was no wonder that Xia Qiu was so shocked. She would never forget a scene.
Four years ago, a young man lying on a hospital bed. When she first asked for his name, he gave her the same answer.
"Auntie, my name is Ye Xuan. Ye as in Zhuye, Xuan as in Xuanyuan."
Suffering from a terminal illness and at the end of his life, the young man was only fourteen years old. However, he could face death with a smile. If it were any other adult, they would not be as calm as the young man. This left a deep impression on Xia Qiu.
Unfortunately, the young man escaped from the hospital late one night. Since then, there had been no news of him.
However, Xia Qiu knew very well that the young man named Ye Xuan did not want his family to see him pass away in pain at the end of his life.
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible. That child was already in the late stages of cancer. Four years have passed. I'm afraid that child has already …"
As Ye Xuan's attending physician, no one knew Ye Xuan's condition better than she did. She was absolutely certain that the young man had already been buried in the yellow soil.
"Damn it. This joke is not funny at all. No matter who you are, I will not forgive you."
Clearly, joking about a dead child was an unforgivable mistake for a professional like Xia Qiu.
Xia Qiu suppressed her anger and waited coldly for the other party to appear. However, her tight grip on her pen betrayed her unsettled emotions.
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