July.

　　In an intensive care unit of the Affiliated Hospital of Donghai Medical College, a young man was lying in a coma on the bed.

　　His head was wrapped in layers of sterilized gauze, and he couldn't see his real face at all.

　　His name was Qin Xin, a senior student of Dongming University. A few days ago, he entered the intensive care unit because of a car accident.

　　Qin Xin's father just got the news today. He rushed more than two thousand miles from Zheng City to the East China Sea.

　　He was dusty and haggard. It seemed that he was no better than a migrant worker who just finished his work on the construction site.

　　At this moment, Qin Xin's father Qin Zhong was feeling the pulse of his dying son on the bed.

　　Qin Zhong was a small-scale doctor in the village. His medical skills were learned from the older generation, and he had not passed the system's high education. Therefore, he did not go out of the mountain.

　　This was the first time he came to a big city, but he didn't expect that what was waiting for him was his son's bad news.

　　Qin Zhong took back his hand. After taking the pulse, he was even more sure that his son's illness had reached the last moment, and the hot tears in his eyes could not help flowing down.

　　"Son, hold on! Hold on, father!"

　　"Your mother left early. If dad doesn't have you, how can I live?"

　　A doctor in a white coat came in from outside the operating room. He handed a list to Qin Zhong and said, "This is the patient's medical list. Ten days of accommodation and medical expenses, two thousand yuan. If I have an operation, I will try my best to treat the patient, but it costs 110,000 yuan."

　　Upon hearing this, Qin Zhong held the doctor's hand tightly and said, "Doctor, is the success rate high? Can my child wake up again?"

　　The doctor said confidently, "I'm about 80% sure, but no matter what operation it is, there is a certain risk. You have to know this. You go to pay the money and sign the agreement. Then we will arrange the operation for the patient."

　　Several nurses in the ward secretly looked at the doctor in white coat with disdain, but they didn't dare to say anything.

　　Qin Zhong carefully took the list over with a terrible look.

　　He now only had nine hundred yuan from head to toe, and one hundred and ten thousand yuan was an astronomical figure for him.

　　He took out the wrinkled 900 yuan in his arms and put it into the doctor's hand. He kept saying good words, "Doctor, I really don't have so much money now. Can you operate on my son first? I will slowly pay you back in the future! Please."

　　When the doctor in white coat heard Qin Zhong's words, his face immediately showed some disgust, and his patience disappeared without a trace. He said in a cold tone, "I'm sorry, the surgery can only be carried out after the money is transferred into the account. This is the rule of the hospital. If you really don't have enough money, don't save him. Pay the hospital expenses and medical expenses these days, and take him back."

　　Qin Zhong held the white coat's hand tightly, unwilling to let him leave, and his voice choked, "Doctor, doctor, I beg you to be kind and save my son. If he doesn't treat him, he may not be able to survive these two days."

　　"That's also your fault! What does it have to do with me?"

　　With a cold voice, he left his words and walked out of the door. Several nurses in the ward looked at Qin Xin and Qin Zhong and his son. They sighed helplessly, and their hearts were full of sympathy.

　　"Doctor, wait!"

　　Qin Zhong rushed to the doctor and stood in front of the door in a hurry. "Doctor, you can't leave me to save you. Please be kind and save my son. I will return the money that I owe to the hospital. I promise!"

　　The doctor frowned slightly, and his face was full of impatience. "Please open your eyes and have a look. We are in a hospital, not a relief center. I am just a worker. I am working for money. Don't make trouble here."

　　"Director Ma, our hospital has a policy for poor patients..."

　　Before the nurse could finish her words, Ma Long scolded in a cold voice, "You have no words to say. Close your mouth!"

　　Qin Zhong felt that there was still a chance in his loyalty. The poor should also be able to see a doctor, so he still insisted.

　　"Cacusim"

　　A Chinese character of 40 or 50 years old knelt straight in front of Ma Long.

　　"Doctor, I beg you. Please think of a way to save my son. I will make a lot of money to pay him back."

　　The noise here attracted the attention of all nurses in the operating room, and no one noticed that Qin Xin's fingers moved slightly.

　　Since he fainted, Qin Xin's consciousness had been wandering in the dark night with no fingers reached out.

　　At this time, he actually saw some light.

　　In a trance, the light suddenly appeared in front of Qin Xin.

　　It turned out to be an immortal-like old man. The old man was floating in the air with a calm look.

　　"You are..."

　　Qin Xin was stunned and said, "Where is this? I was hit by a car, wasn't I?"

　　The old man glanced at him and said, "I am the saint doctor of the Qin Family. Boy, in the past 10,000 years, you are the first descendant of the Qin Family whose bloodline is pure enough to break this seal!"

　　"Blood lineage...?" Qin Xin was stunned. "Are you my ancestor?"

　　"I'm just a wisp of a remnant soul. Since you've appeared, I'm about to dissipate."

　　The old man stroked his white beard. "Your talent is not bad. I will pass on my mantle to you. The magic skills of the highly-skilled doctor and the Tao law of tens of thousands of generations. In addition, with your bloodline talent, you can activate the supernatural ability, the Spiritual Eyes."

　　"I hope that after you get the inheritance, you will inherit my last wish. You will be a chivalrous man who will help the world and help others."

　　After the old man finished speaking, he gently touched Qin Xin's forehead with his finger.

　　In an instant, a huge memory suddenly exploded in Qin Xin's mind.

　　"Ahhhh!"

　　In the void, he let out a scream and suddenly fell to his knees.

　　After all these strange memories were digested, Qin Xin slowly opened his eyes in the hospital bed, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

　　His supernatural ability—Spiritual Eyes, had been awakened!

　　When everyone saw Qin Xin suddenly sit up from the bed, they were scared and panicked.

　　"It's... it's a dead body!"

　　"You, you, you are a human and a ghost!"

　　Qin Xin took a few deep breaths and recalled the strange memory in his mind. Suddenly, an ancient book named "Nine Spirits doctors of Chinese Medicine" appeared.

　　It seemed that everything was not a dream!

　　He really got a good fortune from misfortune and got a strange inheritance from his ancestor!

　　He took off the oxygen mask and the needle in his hand one after another, revealing his extremely handsome face.

　　"Dad, why are you here?"

　　Seeing his father kneeling at the door, Qin Xin rushed over and helped Qin Zhong up with tears in his eyes.

　　Qin Xin knew that her father was a very strong person.

　　In the past 20 years, no matter how hard and tired he was, he had never seen his father yield to life.

　　But today, for his son, he did not hesitate to kneel down to a well-dressed doctor.

　　Qin Xin gave the doctor a cold look.

　　He was very clear about what had happened just now.

　　However, today, the credit rate of society's credit dropped dramatically. Qin Xin could only say that the doctor's approach was not benevolent and he could not blame too much.

　　"Dad, get up quickly."

　　Qin Xin helped Qin Zhong up.

　　Qin Zhong looked at Qin Xin up and down many times. It was almost impossible before. Just now when he was feeling Qin Xin's pulse, he also made a statement that his son would die if he did not treat him quickly.

　　But now it seemed that Qin Xin's eyes were clear, his face was ruddy, and there was nothing strange.

　　"Xin Xin, how do you feel now? Are there any other uncomfortable parts of your body?"

　　Qin Xin comforted him and said, "Dad, don't worry. I'm fine. I'm just a little weak now. I'll be fine after taking a break."

　　Qin Zhong was still worried. He reached out his hand and felt Qin Zhong's pulse again. He found that his pulse was stable and nothing was different. "It's completely cured... How could this be?"

　　"Maybe a medical miracle."

　　As for how he did it, Qin Xin also had a guess in his heart. It was mostly because of the immortal-like ancestor!