latelenovela Chapter 376
Chapter 376
In the quiet flow of time, several years have passed unnoticed. On this day, warm sunlight streamed through the carved window lattice, gently bathing Ye Jingchu's study in a warm, yellow glow. At that moment, Ye Jingchu sat intently at his desk, his brush occasionally brushing across the paper as he methodically organized the medical records he had accumulated over the years. These records were the culmination of his life's work in medicine and helping others; each page recorded his arduous struggle against illness and carried the hopes of countless patients.
Suddenly, a faint, strange, and rich fragrance drifted into the study. The scent, seemingly possessing an invisible force, instantly shattered the tranquility of the room. Ye Jingchu keenly sensed this anomaly; his movements abruptly ceased, and he slowly raised his head, his gaze warily fixed on the doorway. There stood a tall, upright young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a simple, clean blue robe with a matching belt around his waist. His features were delicate, his eyes sparkling with intelligence and brilliance, like stars twinkling in the night sky.
"Who are you?" Ye Jingchu frowned slightly, his voice steady yet tinged with authority as he asked. Upon hearing this, the young man immediately stepped forward and respectfully performed a deep bow, his movements practiced and precise. Then, he raised his head, his eyes filled with reverence and expectation, and said, "Your Majesty, my name is Xingluo. I have heard of Your Majesty's extraordinary medical skills and miraculous healing abilities among the common people. Countless patients suffering from illness have been given a new lease on life under your care. I am filled with passion for medicine and yearn to become a divine physician like you, so I have come to seek your tutelage, hoping Your Majesty will accept me as your apprentice."
Ye Jingchu carefully observed the young man before him. In his eyes, Ye Jingchu saw a reflection of his own youth—that unwavering passion for medicine. A warm feeling welled up in his heart, and after a moment's hesitation, he finally decided to take Xingluo as his apprentice. Under Ye Jingchu's meticulous tutelage, Xingluo displayed astonishing talent and a diligent spirit. He rose before dawn every day to memorize medical texts and identify medicinal herbs, seizing every opportunity to learn. In just a few months, Xingluo's medical skills improved by leaps and bounds, and many difficult and complicated diseases could be effectively treated in his hands.
One afternoon, the sunlight lazily streamed onto the bookshelves in the study. While tidying up, Xingluo stumbled upon a dusty ancient book. On its cover were inscribed several ancient and mysterious characters—"The Forbidden Techniques of the Spiritual Pivot." Xingluo's curiosity was instantly piqued. He carefully opened the book and found it described a forbidden technique capable of bringing the dead back to life. The description of the technique struck Xingluo like a bolt of lightning. An irresistible urge surged within him; he thought: If I could master this forbidden technique, I could save countless lives on the verge of death and become a divine healer even greater than my master.
From then on, Xingluo secretly began to study this forbidden ancient book, keeping it a secret from Ye Jingchu. Every day after completing the tasks assigned by his master, he would hide in his room, studying every detail of the forbidden technique day and night. As he gained a deeper understanding of the forbidden technique, Xingluo's heart became more and more fanatical, as if he had fallen into an inescapable vortex.
Soon after, rumors suddenly spread throughout the city that someone was using sorcery to resurrect the dead. Panic gripped the city, and the people were filled with fear and unease. Upon hearing this, Ye Jingchu felt a growing unease. Based on his years of medical experience and keen intuition, he suspected that Xingluo was involved. Therefore, he secretly began his investigation.
After a thorough investigation, Ye Jingchu finally discovered that the person who used evil magic to resurrect the dead was none other than his beloved disciple, Xingluo. At that moment, Ye Jingchu felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, and pain and disappointment surged into his heart like a tidal wave. He never imagined that his carefully trained disciple would violate medical ethics and use forbidden techniques in pursuit of so-called medical achievements.
Ye Jingchu summoned Xingluo to his study, his eyes wide with anger, and loudly rebuked her: "Xingluo, do you know how grave your mistake is! Medical skills are for saving lives, not for satisfying your selfish desires. You used forbidden techniques, violating the laws of nature. This will not only bring endless suffering to patients, but also bring disaster to the entire society."
Xingluo, however, was full of indignation. He raised his head, looked directly into Ye Jingchu's eyes, and said, "Master, I just wanted to save more lives. Although this forbidden technique is called an evil art, it can indeed bring people back to life. What did I do wrong?"
Looking into Xingluo's unwavering eyes, Ye Jingchu's disappointment reached its peak. He knew that Xingluo was blinded by desire, and if he didn't stop her in time, the consequences would be unimaginable. So, he gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision—to put aside family ties and abolish Xingluo's medical skills.
When Ye Jingchu's hand landed on Xingluo's body, Xingluo's eyes were filled with shock and despair. He never expected his master to be so heartless. But as the medical skills within him gradually disappeared, a sense of regret began to rise in Xingluo's heart. He realized that he had indeed been wrong, terribly wrong.
Xinglu silently packed his bags and left the place he had once longed for. He went alone to a distant land. Ye Jingchu stood by the study window, watching Xinglu's departing figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He sighed silently, knowing that the path of medicine lay not only in saving lives but also in upholding righteousness. Only by holding reverence in one's heart and adhering to medical ethics could one truly become a respected and revered healer.
After Xingluo left, the once bustling mansion seemed to have lost its soul, becoming cold, desolate, and silent. The objects associated with Xingluo remained quietly in their original places, bearing the memories of the past and silently telling the story of their teacher-student relationship. Every quiet afternoon, sunlight streamed through the cracks in the windows, casting dappled shadows on the study floor. Ye Jingchu would often find himself wandering to the places where Xingluo had studied and lived, his gaze slowly falling on those familiar objects—the worn-out calligraphy brush Xingluo had held, the medical book filled with his dense notes, and the set of grinding tools he used. Ye Jingchu's eyes were filled with melancholy. He would stand there for a long time, his thoughts drifting back to the past, recalling Xingluo's youthful naiveté and enthusiasm when he first arrived, remembering the moments when the two of them discussed medical principles and treated patients together.