C3 Medical Saint's Inheritance

"What?"

"Zachary, let's break up."

Struck by her words, Zachary felt as though lightning had coursed through him. His mind blanked, the medical book slipping from his grasp to the floor. He was speechless.

Time dragged on before he finally found his voice, trembling as he asked, "Why?"

"Don't you get it? I won't join you in the countryside. I have a brighter future waiting for me. Staying together is pointless," Emma stated with an icy detachment.

Zachary was silent. He wasn't naive; Emma's intentions were painfully clear.

She foresaw the trouble ahead, the risk to her future, and was quick to sever their ties to save herself.

Heartbroken, Zachary asked, "So everything you said before was just a lie?"

"Just understand the message," Emma replied, her tone frigid. "I've said what I needed to. We're through. Don't contact me again."

"Lydia, I'll appeal to the influential figure tomorrow. There might still be hope. Please, don't leave me," Zachary implored, his voice laced with desperation, clinging to the hope that Emma would stay.

"Pleading is useless! That influential figure would rather have you dead! Give it up! I have to break up with you! I won't squander my life on someone like you!" Emma retorted without compassion.

"I've done no wrong. I was saving him! You must believe me!"

Zachary tried to hold on to her, but Emma was relentless, "I'll say this one last time, stop bothering me. My new boyfriend is Young Master Payne! Goodbye!"

A sound resonated.

The phone hit the floor. Zachary stood there, dumbfounded, as the bad news washed over him. The abrupt end to their relationship was more than he could handle.

Overcome with rage and despair, he swept the table clean, bottles and jars shattering upon impact.

Another loud crash.

He was knocked over, landing headfirst among the shards of glass that now littered the floor.

"What did I do to deserve this?" he pondered, swallowed by a shadow of despair, holding back the tears with all his might.

"I gave her my true love, and yet she cast me aside like garbage, as though our connection meant nothing."

He had heard an old saying that compared spouses to birds in the same forest, flying away from each other when calamity struck. He never believed it, holding firm to the idea that lovers would support one another and face adversity together.

How naive that belief seems now.

Growing up, Zachary had only his grandfather for support, never knowing his biological parents. This absence made him the butt of cruel jokes, with peers calling him an orphaned wild child.

Yet, he was resilient. He dedicated himself to his studies, and his hard work culminated in an acceptance to Medical University, earning him well-deserved honor.

When he met Emma and they fell in love, he opened up his entire world to her, convinced she was the one he would grow old with.

But he hadn't foreseen that she would leave him because he had crossed a powerful figure.

Without hesitation, she cast him aside, citing his lack of prospects.

Love, it seemed, was so fragile when confronted with reality.

"Grandfather, I'm so sorry. I've let you down," he whispered, eyes shut tight, as he contemplated suicide.

He couldn't stand to live without honor, so he considered taking his own life.

At that moment, the wobbly table suddenly shifted, crashing toward him.

A noise rang out.

The table hit him squarely on the head.

Pain surged through Zachary's skull, and he blacked out.

In his unconscious state, Zachary felt as though he were dreaming, a dream that stretched on endlessly.

He moved through a mystical space, enveloped in golden light, the surrounding fog so thick he could see nothing clearly.

He climbed a boundless staircase, reaching the top where a majestic Taoist priest in a golden robe awaited.

Suspended in midair before the priest were swords and needles.

"I prophesied that Doctor Tao would decline six hundred years hence. Starting today, you are my successor, inheritor of my legacy, tasked with mastering the Spell Techniques and the art of Doctor Tao. Remember, you bear the crucial responsibility of restoring Doctor Tao. It is your duty to uphold justice and eradicate evil!"

The stairway to heaven continued to unfold, disappearing into the endless horizon, and the Taoist priest vanished along with it.

A wave of mist swirled in the grey void, converging in Zachary's mind, suddenly filling it with an onslaught of information.

The next morning, Zachary awoke from his faint, clutching his head and groaning, "My head is killing me!" He winced as he rubbed the throbbing pain and sat up from the floor. The scene before him was shocking.

The dorm room was a complete mess. Shattered glass covered the floor, and the table was flipped over, bloodstains smeared on the surface.

Memories of the previous night's chaos came flooding back. His mouth agape, he muttered in shock, "What on earth did I do yesterday?"

As he pondered, a sharp pain suddenly gripped his head, causing it to pulse with intense throbbing. He gasped for air as his mind was inundated with a deluge of unfamiliar information.

He was overwhelmed with notions of the Power of Karma, the path of Doctor Tao, healing the world, cultivating the Tao, establishing sects, and gathering a host of disciples. It left him completely dumbfounded.

"Am I dreaming?" he questioned, pinching his arm until the pain reassured him.

It wasn't a dream.

He scrutinized his body and was amazed to find not a single injury. Looking in the mirror, there was no scar on his forehead.

He could clearly recall the sensation of glass piercing his skin, the table knocking him unconscious, the blood he had lost.

Leaping up, he bounced around, checking for any signs of injury or discomfort—there were none.

He was bewildered. This was too surreal to be a dream.

After setting the table upright and starting to clean up, he noticed his treasured medical book was missing.

"My medical book—where could it be? It's the family heirloom my grandfather left me. I can't lose it!" His expression turned to one of panic as he searched his dorm in vain for the book.

Then, in an unexpected turn, he realized that the entire content of the medical book was imprinted in his mind.

"How is this possible?" He was astonished to find that he could somehow visualize his brain's state. Though it was a hazy gray, a beam of light shone through the center.

That beam of light was the medical tome itself.

"How did the medical book get inside my mind? And what am I supposed to do now?" He worried about how he would explain this if his grandfather asked.

As Zachary contemplated how to retrieve the medical tome, it suddenly appeared in his hands.

"I did it, I actually brought out the book!" His joy was unmistakable, but his brow quickly creased with concern.

"Return," he whispered after a moment's pause, trying to use his will to send the book back into his mind.

With a glint of golden light, the book disappeared from his hands.

After a few tries, he was convinced that he could indeed store the medical book in his brain at will. This proved that the extra knowledge in his mind was authentic.

Eager to validate his hypothesis, he followed the Medical Saint Scripture in his thoughts and adjusted his breathing. A current of energy flowed through him, rejuvenating his body and filling him with a newfound vigor.

"It's real! I'm not dreaming—this is incredible!"

Through memories passed down, Zachary learned that this medical book was key to unlocking the Heritage of the Medical Saint, and it seemed that fresh blood was the catalyst for its activation.

It all clicked; his blood had spilled onto the medical book the previous night, awakening its powerful legacy.

With a surge of excitement, Zachary summoned the medical book from his mind and opened it. The pages, once faded and yellow, now glowed with a lustrous, jade-like quality. The text seemed to come alive, making complex sentences that once confounded him easily understandable.

"My family descends from the Medical Saint? That's absolutely staggering," he said, his voice tinged with both excitement and reverence.

The once-majestic lineage of his ancestors was nearly lost by his grandfather's generation. They could barely maintain a small clinic, and the Inheritance was almost forgotten.

Just yesterday, Zachary had been on the brink of suicide, consumed by despair. Yet, destiny hadn't abandoned him. To his astonishment, he had inherited the Medical Saint's legacy. The despair that once enveloped him had vanished, leaving an unprecedented level of excitement in its wake.

Seizing the quiet of the morning, Zachary tidied his room. Then, he sat on the edge of his bed to meditate and practice the Medical Saint Scripture.

Despite inheriting such a profound legacy, Zachary was still a novice in the art of cultivation. He had no choice but to start from the very beginning. Fortunately, the memories from the Medical Saint were rich with insights from previous cultivation experiences.

Taking advantage of the early hour, Zachary tidied up his room, sat on the edge of his bed, and delved into a meditative practice with the Medical Saint Scripture.