I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 799 Healing "Illness" May Not Be So

"Your name wasn't erased; it's just that the corner bearing your name broke off."

Wen Yan corrected Doctor Wei's statement.

This is what he saw with his own eyes.

He also understood why the stone tablet representing the doctor had a corner that was clearly broken off.

As for the other stone tablets, even if the profession itself has problems or no longer exists, the stone tablets are weathered and worn down or disappear completely, leaving only a base.

He also understood why some say that zombies are outside the Three Realms and not within the Five Elements.

There are no profession stone tablets, but the origin is indeed a profession stone tablet, so it must be a bug, but it can still run.

At that time, witch doctors and healers were not separate professions; health doctors specialized in medical-related matters.

He also remembered what Doctor Wei had said: at that time, many, many people in his tribe had died and were on the verge of extinction.

Moreover, many of them died after being injured and could not be saved, which had a great impact on him when he was still young.

This is probably why he gradually became obsessed with one thing, going to extremes and becoming increasingly dissatisfied in one direction.

"So, at first you wanted to heal your injuries, then you wanted to heal your illnesses, and then, slowly, you were still not satisfied. You felt that 'old age' was also an illness, and 'death' was also an illness. Finally, by chance, an accident happened, and you healed all of your 'old age, illness, and death,' right?"

Wei Jing shook his head with a complicated expression.

"I don't actually know how I did it; it was an accident."

But what you said isn't wrong. I was young and ignorant back then, and that was indeed my thinking.

I also wish that the people in the tribe would no longer die from the cold and heat, nor from hunger and disease.

The last people I saw were mostly people who died before they reached middle age.

I've also been thinking about how to help them live a few more years.

I'm not satisfied at fifty, and I'm not satisfied at eighty.

I will not be satisfied even at a hundred years old; there will never be a day when I am satisfied.

I think it was probably because of those extremely strong thoughts and desires at the time that, combined with the power of witchcraft, they created something that was neither alive nor dead.

Wen Yan was at a loss for words. The desire to live, and to live a long life, is a basic human instinct. In that era, it was probably the most fundamental wish in everyone's heart.

To live a long life, one basically needs to avoid injury, illness, having enough to eat and wear, and avoiding accidents, among other things.

Wen Yan actually wanted to ask how this profession spread after the appearance of zombies.

Based on the current situation, zombies can either infect other corpses to rise from the dead through infection, or they can rise from the dead if certain conditions are met when a person dies, or if they are buried in certain places.

Wen Yan didn't say anything, but Dr. Wei could roughly guess what Wen Yan was curious about from the subtle changes in her expression.

"You want to know how the zombies spread, right?"

"I am indeed a bit curious. If you yourself are not entirely clear about it, it's impossible to open source it from the very beginning."

"Several people have asked this question before, and there's nothing I can't say."

It is recorded in mythology, but it has changed over time, leaving only the latter part that cannot be changed or erased.

That year, I was a witch doctor and was invited to treat the daughter of Xuanyuan. At that time, it hadn't been long since the accident happened.

The girl was kind, beautiful, and very talented, but unfortunately, she was seriously ill and there was no cure.

In modern terms, it might be a genetic disease, and there's nothing I can do about it.

At that time, there were frequent battles, and I couldn't help but start treating the wounded and sick. I was tricked and gradually stayed.

Gradually, he became familiar with the girl, and then one day, the war became increasingly intense.

After all the kings were defeated and subdued, only the Jiuli people led by the ancestor of war remained incredibly brave and fierce.

She was seriously ill and didn't have much time left, yet she was also concerned about the war.

At that time, the tribe led by the ancestor of war was, strictly speaking, not the same race as the Xuanyuan tribe at all.

My former tribe, after being annexed, eventually came full circle and became part of the Xuanyuan tribe, and even had descendants who had the bloodlines of both tribes.

I'm naturally on this side too.

In addition, I couldn't bear to watch her die like that.

With such high talent and such a good temperament, after spending several days together, I couldn't resist telling her about another method she could try.

Seeing the light in her eyes that day, I felt a pang of regret.

At this point, Doctor Wei let out a long sigh with a complicated expression.

"I wasn't confident to begin with, and I was filled with anxiety. But when I saw that she was still looking at me even at the very last moment, I decided to give it a try."

Unexpectedly, it succeeded on the first try.

And she was very successful; she transformed into the demon Nüba, who was far stronger than me.

She turned the tide of the battle at the crucial moment.

Unfortunately, because she turned into a demon, she didn't have a good ending.

Since then, I have decided that no matter what happens, I will never try this again.

Many years later, I discovered that buried corpses might rise up and transform into very low-level zombies.

I started researching these things again, and after a long period of summarizing, I finally determined that they were related to the burial site.

After years of searching, I still haven't found the answer, and I don't know how it happened.

Sometimes I wonder if it was because of that one attempt I made back then that led to the emergence of zombies.

I tried to find Nüba again, but I never saw her again. I only heard that she disappeared after being banished.

Much later, I heard that a female demon had reappeared, so I went after her.

But it turned out that it wasn't her, but the wife of your thirteenth ancestor, Fuyu.

I continued my search to find out who first recorded these things, and who provided the records.

However, most of the information that can be found or obtained is fake.

I know best that Nüba and your elder are completely different things.

I wanted to ask her more questions, but unfortunately, before I could even get close enough to see her, I was almost taken away with her.

When Dr. Wei talked about this, his face was full of regret.

Wen Yan thought about what she saw in her aunt's dream and agreed with Doctor Wei's statement.

Judging from the situation there, anyone who can see their aunt with their own eyes is probably already on their deathbed.

He couldn't get close to it before.

He was thinking that if there was an opportunity later, he would ask around for help.

But then I thought about my aunt's condition, and I probably couldn't tell him about these things.

Wen Yan didn't dare mention it, fearing that mentioning it would give people hope, only to lead to greater disappointment in the end.

But then I thought, since the Ancestor of Soldiers has been revived, I might as well ask him later. Maybe he knows something.

After all, the ancestor of war has a special ability for "rewinding," and he might actually learn something that others don't know through repeated rewinds.

“The ancestor of war has been revived. I’ll ask him for you later; maybe he knows something.”

"Huh? How did he come back to life?" Doctor Wei was somewhat surprised. Logically speaking, such a person should not be able to come back to life in the present world.

"His temperament is a bit different from others," Wen Yan concluded after careful consideration. Doctor Wei thought for a moment and nodded knowingly.

"This is indeed something he would do, so I'll leave it to you."

However, you'd better not mention me.

Given his temperament, even though he has recovered now, he hasn't done anything significant.

I reckon if he saw me, he wouldn't bother killing me, but he certainly wouldn't answer any of my questions either.

Wen Yan didn't ask any more questions. It's perfectly normal to kill the healer first in a team fight.

They beat someone half to death here, then dragged them back, only to have the nanny pull them up again. Who could stand that?

Back then, people were fighting to the death, on the verge of extinction. Who cared who you were?

That's war; what matters is how to win it.

Wen Yan didn't think there was any point in reasoning back then.

Besides, reasoning is something you do with your own people, not with people of a different race.
Even later, during the Shang dynasty, no one tried to reason with the Qiang people. They would still cook a couple of Qiang people to offer as sacrifices to their ancestors or perform divination.

After chatting for a while, some of Wen Yan's doubts were resolved, but then another question came to her mind.

According to Doctor Wei, besides the immortals, the only other creatures that can live this long are zombies.

"What about those immortals?"

"I don't know the specifics, but if you think of it as the flesh of Tang Monk, that's pretty much it."

When it first appeared, there were no records at all; it was all passed down orally.

Later, these things passed down orally disappeared with the passing of generation after generation.

In addition, there were those bastards constantly causing trouble, leading to a complete information gap.

Even I am not entirely clear about its original origin.

The most plausible theory I have is that there was a person with extraordinary abilities back then.

He was born just like Tang Sanzang, literally meaning that eating a piece of his flesh would grant immortality.

But later, something happened, and he died. It is believed that he was cursed by a sorcerer after his death.

The reason why immortals need to keep eating the same part of the body they initially ate is because they need to maintain their health.

Otherwise, it will begin to weaken, and when it weakens to the extreme, it will fall into a deep sleep, just like a real corpse.

The immortals I know of are basically all dead.

All I know of right now is that guy from Tianfu County, but he's basically harmless.

The remaining elixir of immortality continued to circulate and spread, and by now, even if it still exists, there should only be a tiny amount left.

Long ago, as far as I know, there was a point where someone obtained the elixir of immortality but couldn't determine what position was needed to maintain it.

That thing is cursed by a great shaman; eating it indiscriminately, or even in the wrong place, can be harmful.

This has led to many people who, despite having taken the elixir of immortality, either losing their minds and being discovered, or simply dying of old age.

After thinking for a moment, Dr. Wei continued.

"There is a rather peculiar kind of creature that not only achieved immortality itself, but also left behind its bloodline, becoming an immortal species."

It should be something that a very fast and flying general under the command of the ancestor of war took with him when he fled thousands of miles away.

That must be the source of immortality, the blood left behind.

That drop of blood must have been sealed in something and carried to Europe.

In the end, somehow, by some coincidence, it ended up in the hands of some guy.

Or perhaps it was acquired by some kind of bat, and then he was bitten by the bat, and when he was bitten, a portion of that drop of blood was injected into his body.

This led to the mutation, directly altering his bloodline and allowing him to pass on this trait through his blood.

I once heard a merchant from the Hu Kingdom mention that he had also been to Europe and had caught a small bat to study.

After the study, we stopped paying attention to them; they posed little threat.

They create new members through contagion, but this method is too limited and will decline with each generation.

Moreover, each time they create members of their own race, they consume their own blood and power, which greatly limits their abilities.

Through normal reproduction, the birth rate is so low that it can be ignored.

Furthermore, they had no access to education at that time; there were too many illiterate people, and knowledge was monopolized, making them easily manipulated by those in the church.

Those who can suck blood are all people who have been tamed to the point that rules are etched into their souls.

They sucked blood to maintain their condition, and slowly, they also absorbed these 'poisons' into their own bodies.

Over time, the church used this method to forcefully ingrain a host of restrictions into their very being.

At that time, I thought that their entire race would be wiped out soon.

To be honest, even now, they haven't been wiped out and still exist; some even have quite a high status, wealth, and assets.

I estimate that it was because they fostered bandits in the early stages to maintain their own power and some people were corrupted, and now they have become too powerful to be controlled, making it impossible to completely destroy them.

Now they are considered a different race, and have completely settled down. They can no longer be confused with the immortals.

After all, although they have long lifespans, they are not truly immortal and will eventually grow old and die.

To reproduce is tantamount to consuming one's own lifespan, and it often takes hundreds of years to reach adulthood, resulting in a very high mortality rate.

One of the families, Toredo, has always been quite insightful, emphasizing education and long-term planning from a very early age.

Hasn't someone from their family already been here?
I sensed it from afar last time.

The fact that you're still alive means you must still have some ideas. If you want to learn more about them, you can keep an eye on them.

"Ok, I see."

Wen Yan checked the time and prepared to leave. After getting up, he lit three incense sticks for the portrait of Mazu and said that he would cook for her when he got back. He said that the buns he made tasted very much like home and that he would bring them over for her to try later.

After going down to the second floor, Wen Yan pondered Dr. Wei's words and suddenly asked a question.

"Old Wei, you're not leaving, are you?"

Dr. Wei was taken aback, then smiled helplessly and pointed to the surveillance camera on the utility pole outside.

"I'm not moving anymore. I can't run around anymore, I don't want to run around anymore, and I can't run around anymore."

I just hope to benefit from your generosity so that I can live a peaceful and stable life here.

Being an ordinary doctor and running a small clinic is the life I'm most satisfied with right now.

Besides, I can still enjoy the food here, so I don't want to leave.

Upon hearing this, Wen Yan laughed and immediately remembered that Doctor Wei had been a bit picky about food before, and that he had clearly been unable to hide his emotions when he first ate fried chicken and steamed buns.

"Wait here, I'll go back and cook right away. Don't worry, while I'm here, I guarantee you'll be able to taste it often, and you can eat it for another sixty or seventy years without any problem."

Wen Yan left in a hurry, preparing to cook herself.

Doctor Wei stood at the entrance of the clinic, gazing at Wen Yan's retreating figure, and smiled.

Sixty or seventy years? Probably not. The oppressive aura emanating from that being, who seemed to be a high-ranking being, and that terrifying vitality, were things he had never heard of or seen in his entire life. He certainly didn't believe that Wen Yan could only live for another sixty or seventy years.

(End of this chapter)