Chapter 73

The next morning, Feng Yin got up and leisurely stepped out of the door.

Feng Ying was perched on his head, its pitch-black fur neatly lying on top, with a small, snow-white kitten, no bigger than a fist, nestled there.

At first glance, it almost looked like a hair bun.

But with a closer look, one would be surprised to find that this hair bun was actually moving.

And with a few more glances, one would realize, wow, it was such an adorable little creature!

Little Feng Ying was probably still sleepy, its two tiny paws struggling to cling to Feng Yin's hair, its small body swaying like a weathervane.

This laziness was so endearing that it made one almost want to swallow it whole.

However, upon hearing a few "ji ji" sounds, Feng Ying's lazy posture instantly changed, its body suddenly straightening and arching.

Its eyes were sharp and alert, focused on the front.

Little eagles and falcons lined up at the door, welcoming the morning training of their leader.

Feng Ying leaped down, like a white streak, and where the white streak passed, two spinning tops appeared on the ground.

Feng Yin, lost in thought, moved a reclining chair under a tree and quietly lay down, his hands supporting his head, his posture relaxed, but his gaze vacant, as if completely unfocused.

He had thought all night, to the point of a headache.

His spirit was somewhat drained.

Seemingly sensing Feng Yin's current bad mood, the leaves of the Tiexintang tree slowly and quietly moved, spreading out the dense foliage to let a warm ray of sunlight shine on Feng Ying, while precisely avoiding his face, not letting a single ray of sun touch it.

Below his neck, everything was warm and cozy.

But his mind was exceptionally clear and calm.

A shadow fell on his face, the light and dark intermingling, creating a somewhat mysterious and enchanting effect.

Feng Yin had always known who he was.

He had a very accurate, or rather precise, understanding of himself.

He knew his personality, how he was. Although he could be quite cautious, he wasn't always so. Sometimes he could be rash, acting without considering the consequences, so he had always been very careful and restrained in this aspect.

Another point was that he knew he was never a genius, much less a prodigy. As for the idea that a穿越者 (穿越者 means "穿越者" in Chinese, which refers to a person who has traveled through time or to a different world) must be the main character, it had long been eroded by ten years of hardship, to the point where he no longer dared to think about it.

"I might be very diligent, and I can go all out to seize opportunities, but at my core, I am just an ordinary person. I don't have great perseverance, great wisdom, great courage, great decisiveness, or great righteousness."

"My personality is a bit too righteous, and if not controlled, it can go to extremes, but at my core, I am a good person, with a slight flaw of being a bit low."

Feng Yin was very clear about these things.

"I will choose to go all out, and after going all out, I will still be afraid; sometimes I can be timid, and because of timidity, I can be overly cautious and miss some opportunities."

Whether it was his character strengths or weaknesses, Feng Yin was very clear about them.

In the ten years, he had analyzed himself more than a thousand times!

Because in this world, he had no friends, not even someone he could confide in. The things in his heart, the people in this world did not understand.

His understanding, the people in this world did not comprehend.

He lived in this world alone, and everyone else was a native.

Only he was not.

The loneliness, the isolation, the helplessness, the desolation of the world, no one in this world could understand more deeply than he did.

His past, his knowledge, his learning, his experiences, his insights, could only be repeatedly chewed and savored in his own heart, repeatedly dialogued with himself.

In the depths of his mind, there was one person called Feng Yin, and another called Feng Xiaoyin.

The two often debated heatedly, chatting so well that even he himself did not find it strange at all!

Feng Xiaoyin often evaluated Feng Yin, and Feng Yin often evaluated Feng Xiaoyin.

After ten years, if Feng Yin did not understand himself, it would be the biggest anomaly.

Even the fact that he had not become a reclusive monster was a stroke of luck, thanks to his optimistic and somewhat low character.

His self-awareness was such that he had absolute confidence, surpassing anyone in this world.

So he could always avoid obstacles or dodge disasters in advance.

For example, this time moving from the medical hall to Yuezhou, if it were a typical protagonist, they would delay a bit, then Miao Sen would come for revenge, the protagonist would go berserk and escape, thus forming a deep enmity, and in the future, seek revenge. This is the most common trope...

But Feng Yin did not want to take such a risk at all.

So he left in advance, directly avoiding the risk!

Who cares how the plot develops? My life comes first, everything else is secondary.

He had always been clean and self-preserving, even to the point of being selfish, with a feeling of "everyone else is drunk, only I am awake; everyone else is trash except me."

After all, the experience of穿越 (穿越 means "穿越" in Chinese, which refers to time travel or traveling to a different world) was unique to him in this world.

Where am I from? You can't even dream of it. The things you dream of, I played with and used to the point of boredom in my previous life.

I admit my cultivation and strength are inferior to yours, but the enjoyment of my previous life is something you will never experience in this life, not even in your dreams.

Not to mention, just a light bulb is enough to make you develop for thousands of years and still not achieve. A mobile game can outperform your entire world!

If I really made a TV drama, the cheap special effects in it would make your entire continent kneel, thinking the gods had arrived!

Am I proud?

Yes, I am proud.

He once thought his life would continue like this; no one in this world was worth his genuine effort or sacrifice.

Just floating outside the mundane world, coldly observing the people, like leveling up and defeating monsters in a game, or until he achieved immortality, or until the last day of his life.

After all, I have already given up on living to return!

So he had little interest in understanding this world.

But the experience at the medical hall over the past two days, and the people and events related to him in Yuezhou, suddenly made his originally calm heart no longer calm.

This situation, this understanding, made him feel anxious, even a sense of betrayal to his past.

But that touch of the heart also made him particularly moved, as if he finally had something to care about, something to bind him to this world.

"Ah..."

After pondering for a long time, he finally murmured.

"Still follow the motto from my previous life."

"Can everything be as one wishes? I only seek to be without regret in my heart."

"In this life, I will follow my heart." Feng Yin smiled faintly, finally understanding, his face brightening like the sun, and he said to himself, "But... following my heart is not being a coward."

Suddenly standing up, he felt his mind clear and his thoughts pure, the problem that had troubled him for ten years suddenly resolved.

"Why think so much? No matter which world, if others are good to me, I should be good to them! If you give me a peach, I will give you a jade."

"This is just what should be, why be so conflicted? Can I really be indifferent to others' efforts?"

"The truth is so simple!"

Patting little Feng Ying's head, he told it to play with the two little ones at home and not to go out.

Feng Yin left with a light step, heading straight for the south city gate.

The south city gate was bustling as usual, with a steady stream of people coming and going.

At the city gate, a team of Qin guards was checking the people entering and leaving.

A little further away, Wu Tiejun, dressed in a clean blue robe, stood straight in the shadow, his eyes scanning everyone entering and leaving the city, especially the subtle expressions, actions, and unconscious reactions of those being checked.

His posture was upright, standing like a pine tree, exuding a cold aura, but he was clearly tired, his eyes bloodshot.

In the past few days, he had hardly slept.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw a young face full of warm smiles, moving around, checking the pulses of his brothers, administering medicine, and a young voice saying, "Take this pill, hold on, as long as your life force is not exhausted, there is still hope."

That voice was filled with a sacred and solemn atmosphere: "A great physician, when treating a patient, must calm his mind, have no desires or demands, and first cultivate a great compassionate heart, vowing to save all living beings. If someone comes for help, do not ask about their wealth, status, age, or appearance; whether they are friends or enemies... treat all equally, as if they were your closest relatives; do not hesitate, thinking of your own safety... devote yourself wholeheartedly to saving them, without any ulterior motives. Only then can one be a great physician for all living beings; otherwise, one is a great thief of life."

He always saw that young man, looking at him seriously and saying, "I am also a Qin person, my blood flows with the blood of Qin!"

Every time he thought of these things, Wu Tiejun felt a deep pain.

"He is only eighteen or nineteen!"

Wu Tiejun had already guessed that Feng Yin was not dead, especially after seeing Miao Sen.

But he still felt pain.

Because of Feng Yin's future, and because of Miao Sen's interference, which would inevitably lead to completely different outcomes.

If Miao Sen had not interfered, the future was almost certain.

"At such a young age, with divine skills, a bright future, and a promising career, he would surely become a pillar of the Rainbow Sky Clothing or a significant figure in the entire Qin Empire! Just his miraculous medical skills alone would make him famous and benefit all living beings!"

But after Miao Sen's interference, he became a strategic-level existence.

And such a divine physician, once Miao Sen knew about him, would either be taken or killed.

There was no doubt about it.

Now, Miao Sen definitely wanted to take him; but if he found he couldn't, he would certainly kill him.