As long as the killers join the Juntian Shou organization, they will have such a magical experience and imagine that they are destined to be the protagonist.

It suddenly felt boring.

I even felt ridiculous and ashamed of my whimsical idea of ​​wanting a golden finger...

People, it’s better to be down-to-earth!

And then add a sense of relief...

It’s just an identity card. Isn’t it that simple and realistic?

In my previous life, I had an ID card... Is this strange?

…

Two days after the wind seal possessed the little beggar, he completely threw away all the rules of conduct and memory of his past life, and completely abandoned the idea of ​​imagining what he could gain in this world by relying on the knowledge of his past life...

Even if you can create many valuable things and master a lot of valuable knowledge and foresight, in this chaotic world, the best result you can get is to be captured and become a slave of a wealthy family - in this life

In this life, no descendants will be able to escape the control of a slave.

——For someone who is skilled or valuable, how can you be allowed to travel outside of your control?!

Talented?

Hehehe...

This world, the current world, only likes talented...slaves!

not to mention……

Mr. Feng indeed... knows everything, but if you want to say that he is proficient in something, or knows something, he himself can't say anything.

Of course he knew the things that could make a fortune in another world, but as for "why", he only had a rough idea.

In other words, if you really ask him to make it, he won't be able to make any finished product...

Teacher, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I gave you back everything you taught me... I now know the importance of knowledge. Can I go back and study hard, and memorize all the key points before traveling?

As for attachment to past lives...sorry there is none.

As a social animal.

As a person who is tired from working all day long and criticized, he is worse than a dog. He has no hope of getting rich and can only enjoy himself by talking about it and bragging about it. He is also a social animal with the attributes of a single dog without any worries.

How much attachment can there be?

On the contrary, he was comforting.

In this world, there are still opportunities to get rich - as long as you are willing to sacrifice your life, fight, fight, and work.

Single spirit!

This is the most valuable quality of Fengyin in his past and present lives. Well, it is also the only thing that can be obtained at present.

——As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, he can stare at that little bit of unreachable light and work hard!

As long as you catch that light, you can fight until your last breath.

I have been lost and hesitated.

But after bragging, I wiped away my tears and went to work still full of fighting spirit and energy.

Even if I was scolded by my boss yesterday.

As long as you, the bastard, pay me my wages, my labor and management will still be smiling at you today.

Because labor and management are self-aware, they will never find another such scapegoat without you...

really.

Arrived in another world.

left you.

I really haven't found anyone who has the same valuable qualities as you.

Boss, I miss you...

salary.

…

(3)

Rare rainy weather.

Rare memories of the past.

Fengyin sat at the door of the shop, looking at the falling rain like mist, and collected his thoughts.

"That is, this mist-like silk rain is the same as in the previous life."

"Wind, frost, rain, and snow make no difference."

"The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow..."

"Why are you so sentimental all of a sudden? This is very bad and inconsistent with my character as a cold-blooded killer."

He frowned like a poet: "Could it be that I am actually a melancholic poet at heart? My sentimentality has penetrated into my heart and spleen and integrated into my bones..."

"Hey, what kind of world... I can't even get interested in reciting a poem... In this damn world, my dream of reciting poems and pretending to be a beauty has never been awakened... Then I'll memorize Tang poetry and Song lyrics

I have some yarn for..."

Fengyin will be really melancholy.

He deeply felt that he was born at the wrong time.

A frustrated voice came from inside that was dissatisfied but dared to be angry but did not dare to speak: "...Sir, I know your rules, but you have been in a daze for an hour... Can you check the injury for us first? It hurts... it hurts so much

sharp……"

That's right.

This is a shop run by Feng Yin.

My own little shop.

one……

Yeah, medical clinic.

As a killer, you need to hide your identity more than ordinary people.

The doctor in this medical clinic is one of Feng Yin's hidden identities.

…

No matter what world you are in, killers are always hidden from the light.

Fengyin especially refuses to see the light.

After ten years of struggle, he no longer knew how many lives and deaths he had experienced. At the beginning, every time he completed a task, he would record it himself.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But I keep remembering it, and I don’t know that I gave up from that day on.

Why record these?

Does it make sense?

It’s better to do something more meaningful if you have that time, such as doing something to protect yourself and survive longer.

So after he had a small amount of savings, he opened this medical clinic based on his little knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine that was not even on paper, and probably his remaining memories of having read Materia Medica and Qianjin Prescriptions.

It doesn't matter whether you have a business or not.

The key is... I have a clear identity, which is better than anything else.

By the way, doctors are still very popular in this world.

"Conscience Medical Center"

The name of this medical clinic is well chosen, tacky but not conventional.

However, the couplet on one side gives the word "conscience" on the plaque a more "conscience" interpretation.

First couplet: Whether I open or close the door depends on my mood.

Second line: Whether the doctor is good or not depends solely on your luck.

The meaning is very clear: Don’t come, I’m not good enough!

From the day Feng Yin opened the store, he never thought that any business would come to his door.

Who stipulates that when you open a medical clinic and work as a doctor, you have to treat people? Is it the job of a killer to save lives?

But what he never expected was...

From the moment the medical clinic opened its doors, business has been coming in one after another, almost non-stop.

In this town, which was named "Jianghu Town" by a group of Jianghu people, the shortage of doctors cannot be described as appallingly few, but... none at all!
To be continued...