A healer's true nature would reveal itself fully in the face of life and death. Hu Xiaotian did not consider himself particularly noble; he was simply doing what he wanted to do at that moment. Although the wounded before him were only ordinary craftsmen who could offer him little in return, he still gave them his all. At that moment, there was not the slightest trace of desire in his heart. Throughout his medical career, the fundamental desire that had driven him to keep learning and advancing had been success and fame. When he first arrived in this era, he had taken up the scalpel again to change his own fate. Yet now he had suddenly become that pure healer he had been at the very beginning, free of desire, with nothing left but respect for life. The feeling was so familiar, yet so distant.
By the time Liu Yucheng arrived with medicine for the wounded, Hu Xiaotian had already begun his first operation. All seven critically wounded patients had severe injuries, and each had more than one wound. Using the Surgical Instruments at hand and the medical skills at his command, Hu Xiaotian did everything he could to save every life.
It was a sleepless night! Despite their desperate efforts, two of the seven critically wounded patients still died from excessive blood loss. The remaining five were out of immediate danger. Only after completing the final operation did Hu Xiaotian let out a long breath and toss the Needle Holder into the tray. He walked out of the room without a word. Outside, dawn's rosy glow already filled the sky.
Hu Xiaotian gazed quietly at the eastern sky, watching the morning sun rise slowly above the horizon. A long-lost sense of fulfillment welled up in his heart. He removed