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Seeing the door open, Ni Fei seemed to see the light of dawn descending from the sky in the infinite darkness. He quickly stood up and looked pleadingly at the medicine master who opened the door. "Underworld medicine master, save Min Er, she's poisoned."

The alchemist stuck his head out the door and looked at his surroundings. He was looking for Min'er, who Ni Fei had mentioned.

"You can cure the poison, you have to save her." Ni Fei pleaded with a hoarse voice that was filled with pain.

The sky darkened, and suddenly there was the sound of muffled thunder.

When the Meditation Master saw that the two people who were bitterly seeking medical help had shut the door, the person who Ni Fei wanted to stop was stopped by Su Guangren. Perhaps Ni Fei was anxious to seek medical help. However, Su Guangren knew that this Underworld Medicine Master's weird actions would definitely backfire on him. However, he did not expect that he would so mercilessly close the door, ignoring the pleas of others.

Just as Ni Fei fell into the darkness of despair once more, the bamboo door opened once more.

Looking at the despairing Ni Fei and then looking at Su Guangren, who stood there filled with hope, he slowly said, "I can't cure this poison. I only have one pill that can cure the poison. Leave it for my daughter. You guys go." The herbalist closed the door after she spoke. She shut so many sorrows and despair outside.

Suddenly, the entire bamboo forest was filled with dark clouds. Thick, black clouds covered the entire bamboo sea.

"Underworld Medicine Master, don't close the door. You are a genius doctor, you can't possibly only have one miracle medicine. You must save Min'er." Ni Fei desperately knocked on the bamboo door.

Su Guangren had never seen Ni Fei this fragile and this desperate before. However, he knew Zheng Min's position in his heart. She was the one who had made trouble for him, the girl who was now lying on the bed fighting the Poison Demon. Seeing such a scene, Ni Fei couldn't help but feel too sad. Thinking of the poisoned Zheng Min, Su Guangren felt even more sad. He held onto Ni Fei's arm, who was knocking on the door with hope, "Third brother." He started knocking on the door again and again.

"Father, why are they still not leaving?" The woman's voice was melodious.

Suddenly, a girl walked out from the white gauze curtain. She looked like a gorgeous beauty. She had apricots and peaches, and was slightly powdered. Her curved eyebrows were like the crescent moon, and she seemed to be holding a grudge. She was slightly angry in her starry eyes. Her lips were like cherry blossoms, and her teeth were as white as snow. Her figure was elegant and graceful. The wind that blew in from outside the bamboo house lifted the white clothes of the woman, making her seem like she was walking in the clouds. The woman slowly walked to the side of the alchemist.

"These two men are very persistent." The herbalist was busy arranging the herbs in the bamboo basket.

An intense bolt of lightning pierced through the dark sky. Thunder rumbled and a torrential downpour came crashing down. The rain had soaked the bamboo forest, the bamboo houses, the clothes of the two men under the eaves of the bamboo houses, the ends of their hair. Drip. Drip.

"Save her, you can do whatever you want." Ni Fei repeatedly begged, but the hand that was knocking on the dripping bamboo door no longer had any strength left.

The sadness in his eyes extended all the way to his face in the rain. He walked to the front of the house and knelt down before it in the pouring rain while looking at the bamboo house that gave him everything but was tightly shut. Seeing this, Su Guangren could only stand by his side and accompany him, allowing the rain to fall on him. Lightning flashed above the bamboo forest in the rain, and thunder rumbled endlessly.

The woman looked through the bamboo window at the two men who were drenched in the rain, and then she looked at the man who was kneeling and begging in the rain, his tears mixing with his tears.

"All these years, I don't understand why dad did that, but I still think that dad did the right thing. Their obsession might be the same as our daughter's, comparable to how our daughter can never save her own family. He can, he's fighting for the last sliver of hope." There was a trace of pity in the woman's eyes, but there was also a little sadness. The past and the memories that had caused her to carve painful scars in her heart would always make her sad, but that sadness would never be erased.

"Ying'er." The herbalist let go of the herb in her hand and sighed. She was filled with sadness and sadness. "Father is a doctor who helps the dying. Perhaps Father's choice is vicious to those who need help, but I ?" Those scenes quickly flashed across the old man's eyes. It had accepted him in its mind for countless nights. The child went out to play and never returned home. What it saw was indeed that small corpse. He had to think of all sorts of ways to save others, to not let others experience that sad and deathly parting. The Yin and Yang were separated, but he could not save his loved ones, nor could he save the people beside him, nor could he save his children.

"Dad, it's all your daughter's fault." The woman's eyes suddenly filled with worry and unbounded guilt.

"Father saved the dying and helped the wounded for all his life, but in the end, he couldn't even save the person closest to him. How could my hands save anyone else?" The old man looked at his cracked hands, which were covered in calluses.

The woman's heart ached as she held the old man's hands. "Father."