Zhang Wei spent the night preparing for the boy’s treatment. He gathered herbs from the market, blended them into a potent medicine, and sterilized his tools. As dawn broke, the boy and his mother arrived, their faces filled with a mix of hope and fear. Zhang Wei led them to a small room he had transformed into a makeshift clinic.

The treatment was intense. Zhang Wei used acupuncture, herbal remedies, and techniques from his past life that no modern doctor could comprehend. The boy winced and cried out, but Zhang Wei’s steady hands never faltered. Lin Qing watched from the doorway, her disbelief growing with every passing moment. “Who are you?” she whispered under her breath, her eyes fixed on her husband.

Hours later, the boy’s breathing steadied, and a healthy flush returned to his cheeks. His mother wept with joy, clutching Zhang Wei’s hands in gratitude. “Thank you,” she sobbed. “You’re a miracle worker.” Zhang Wei smiled, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The world might see him as just a stay-at-home dad, but within him burned the soul of the Divine Doctor. And he had only just begun to reclaim his legacy.Zhang Wei spent the night preparing for the boy’s treatment. He gathered herbs from the market, blended them into a potent medicine, and sterilized his tools. As dawn broke, the boy and his mother arrived, their faces filled with a mix of hope and fear. Zhang Wei led them to a small room he had transformed into a makeshift clinic.

The treatment was intense. Zhang Wei used acupuncture, herbal remedies, and techniques from his past life that no modern doctor could comprehend. The boy winced and cried out, but Zhang Wei’s steady hands never faltered. Lin Qing watched from the doorway, her disbelief growing with every passing moment. “Who are you?” she whispered under her breath, her eyes fixed on her husband.

Hours later, the boy’s breathing steadied, and a healthy flush returned to his cheeks. His mother wept with joy, clutching Zhang Wei’s hands in gratitude. “Thank you,” she sobbed. “You’re a miracle worker.” Zhang Wei smiled, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The world might see him as just a stay-at-home dad, but within him burned the soul of the Divine Doctor. And he had only just begun to reclaim his legacy.Zhang Wei spent the night preparing for the boy’s treatment. He gathered herbs from the market, blended them into a potent medicine, and sterilized his tools. As dawn broke, the boy and his mother arrived, their faces filled with a mix of hope and fear. Zhang Wei led them to a small room he had transformed into a makeshift clinic.

The treatment was intense. Zhang Wei used acupuncture, herbal remedies, and techniques from his past life that no modern doctor could comprehend. The boy winced and cried out, but Zhang Wei’s steady hands never faltered. Lin Qing watched from the doorway, her disbelief growing with every passing moment. “Who are you?” she whispered under her breath, her eyes fixed on her husband.

Hours later, the boy’s breathing steadied, and a healthy flush returned to his cheeks. His mother wept with joy, clutching Zhang Wei’s hands in gratitude. “Thank you,” she sobbed. “You’re a miracle worker.” Zhang Wei smiled, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The world might see him as just a stay-at-home dad, but within him burned the soul of the Divine Doctor. And he had only just begun to reclaim his legacy.