The unrivaled medical king of the Luhuo realm is reborn into the body of an ultimate lickspittle, but he only wants to be a cool and aloof scoundrel. The past serves as a prelude, the future as the chapter. Without unrestrained freedom, what is the point? "I once rode a horse, sword in hand, amidst ghostly rain; did you not see the mountains of bones behind me, birds taking flight?" —Chen Bu. Reader group: 424110920 Second group: 316092088 Author's public account: Author's footsteps are silent