At the peak of Mount Hua.

Tang X lay on the ground, rolling and kicking,"I don't care, as a master I must have hotpot. If I can't have hotpot, I won't be able to live. Go buy it, I must eat..."

"Where the hell can you get hotpot in the middle of nowhere!"

Watching his master's shameless antics, Tang Ming cursed as he put on his overcoat and ran down the mountain through the heavy snowfall.

However, when Tang Ming returned, the old man was lying on the ground.

Tang Ming threw the self-cooked hotpot beside the old man,"Here's your hotpot, eat it. Eat and choke, you old bastard!"

But Tang Ming got no response at all!

"Hey? Old man?"

Tang Ming still got no reply.

Approaching to check, Tang Ming discovered that his master's old injuries had acted up, his meridians were severed, and his life force had completely dissipated.

Next to him on the ground were eight characters: Your lineage, Songlan Liu Family.

There beside the characters, lay a marriage certificate.

Tang Ming fell to his knees with tears in his eyes,"Old bastard, why did you have to die? We agreed I'd take care of you until your last breath!"

After a long while, Tang Ming stood up, buried his master, cooked some hotpot, and then poured it over the grave.

He knelt down and kowtowed three times!

Amidst swirling snowflakes, Tang Ming shouldered his pack and left resolutely.

After a short while.

Tang X crawled out from the earth, scraping the hotpot ingredients off his face while cursing aloud:

"Good job, you little bastard, trying to scald your master to death, huh!"

"Damn it, you wasteful brat, why pour out the hotpot! At least save me a bite!"

"If I didn't feign death, you wouldn't come down from the mountain!"

...

Tang Ming sat on the high-speed train zooming along, the more he thought, the more something seemed off...

Is Tang X really dead?

"Buddy, are you sick?"

Suddenly, a voice interrupted Tang Ming's thoughts.

Sitting opposite Tang Ming was a middle-aged man, whose demeanor suggested that he was a wealthy executive. Tang Ming had previously taken up tasks to protect such wealthy individuals.

But the one who spoke was a tall, skinny man seated next to the middle-aged man—refined and scholarly, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he looked every part the academic.

"?" The middle-aged man was startled, looking at the skinny man next to him with some confusion.

Have I provoked him in some way? How could he suddenly say I'm sick?

"You're the one who's sick!"

Seeing the puzzled look on the middle-aged man's face, the skinny man repeated his statement.

"Young man, what do you mean by that? How am I sick?"

A touch of annoyance flashed across the middle-aged man's face, but his good breeding stopped him from lashing out, although he was clearly growing impatient.

"Your lungs have suffered an injury. If I'm not mistaken, you must have been a soldier before, right?"

The middle-aged man's brow furrowed slightly, his expression revealing a hint of surprise,"How did you know?"

"Heh, I'll have you know, I'm a doctor! Not just any doctor but one practicing Traditional Chinese Medicine. We adhere to diagnosis through observation, and my level and realm are quite high. With just one glance, I knew what's wrong with you, sir."

The skinny man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with a slight smile.

"Oh? So you're a Divine Doctor?"

A look of admiration crossed the middle-aged man's face!

He was aware of his illness, having been shot through the lung on the battlefield, which left him with complications that caused frequent agony over the years!

He did not expect that the skinny man would spot it in an instant and even deduce that he was a soldier!