The new mission of the CEO of the Miraculous Doctor after traveling through time

The Shang Kingdom was filled with gloomy clouds, white banners fluttering, white silk hangings, and heavy mourning music lingering in every inch of the air in the capital. The brutal murder of the king by Nie Bo was like a bolt from the blue, shattering the peace of the land. The whole country was immersed in a sea of ​​grief and indignation, the mountains and rivers mourned together, and the people mourned together. A grand and solemn state funeral was slowly opening.

Meizi and Ye Chen, once citizens of the Shang Kingdom, have been away from their hometown for many days, but the love for their homeland and the grace of the emperor are like a brand engraved in their hearts. Upon hearing the sad news, the two of them rushed to the Shang Kingdom day and night, just to see the king for the last time and send off the monarch who once protected the area. Entering the capital, the oppressive and deadly atmosphere was like an invisible net that tightly wrapped them up. The people on the street cried loudly, everyone was dressed in plain clothes, their faces were covered with tears, and their eyes were burning with anger for revenge and deep grief.

Meizi and Ye Chen stepped into the familiar yet unfamiliar streets of Shangguo. The past prosperity was now drenched in sadness. As they were walking, two figures appeared not far away. They were Lingfeng and Sunny.

Ling Feng was still as tall as a pine tree, but his armor had been replaced with plain white mourning clothes. His eyes, which used to be bright and sharp, were now bloodshot, full of fatigue and sadness. His beard was untidy, and he looked haggard. Sunny was thin, and she stroked her swollen belly with one hand, as if protecting her only remaining hope. Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were as red and swollen as ripe peaches, and tears could burst out at any time.

"Lingfeng, Sunny." Meizi called softly, her voice choked with restraint, and she walked forward quickly. Lingfeng looked up at the voice, a glimmer of past friendship flashed in his eyes, and he forced a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth, which was considered a response, but that smile was uglier than crying, revealing endless vicissitudes. Sunny looked at them, her lips trembling, and new tears welled up in her eyes: "You are here." These four simple words were full of grievances and the complex feelings of meeting an old friend.

Meizi's eyes were red. She reached out and held Sunny's hand. It was cold to the touch, like holding a piece of cold jade: "Sunny, you have suffered. The king... we will definitely seek justice for him." Ye Chen stood aside, nodded slightly, his eyes wandering, guilt and sympathy intertwined in his eyes, and stammered: "I'm sorry, we are late."

They were once old subordinates who had been side by side, drinking and chatting happily in the tents, and fighting for life and death together on the battlefields. At that time, they were full of lofty sentiments and passion. Now, when they meet again, things have changed and the atmosphere is so solemn that it seems that water can be squeezed out. The old subordinates recalled that they used to sit around the campfire and plan the war, and the king sat in the tent and boosted morale. They were so high-spirited. Compared with the current king's unjust death and the broken mountains and rivers, they are full of sadness and resentment.

Ling Feng clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and said in hatred: "Nie Bo, that thief, was once a big shot, but he has fallen to this point and done such a thing that angers the heavens and the people. I will make him pay with blood, life for life!" As he spoke, his aura was weakened by the pain, but he still showed the courage and determination of a soldier. Sunny leaned against Ling Feng, tears in her eyes: "I only hope that the murderer will be punished as soon as possible, so that my father's spirit in heaven can rest in peace, and the Shang Kingdom can be at peace."

Meizi and Ye Chen looked at each other with mixed feelings. The bond of friendship from the past was still there, but in the middle lay the national hatred and family feud. The once simple relationship between old subordinates was now distorted by this heavy reality. Only the obsession with revenge took root in their hearts, waiting to break through the ground and be watered with the blood of their enemies.

Seeing Sunny, the lively and cheerful woman who used to smile like spring flowers, now looks as haggard as a withered lotus in late autumn, with red and swollen eyes, thin body, and shrouded in the haze of sadness and hatred. Meizi's eyes were red, and she stepped forward to hug Sunny, her voice choked with sobs but revealed determination: "Sunny, please accept my condolences. If the king knew about this, he would definitely not want to see you so heartbroken." After that, Meizi loosened her arms, a look of determination surged into her eyes, clenched her fists, her nails dug deep into her palms, and drops of bright red blood oozed out. She gritted her teeth and said: "That old thief Nie Bo has committed such a heinous crime, and the blood debt must be repaid with blood. I, Meizi, swear here that I will take his head, commemorate the king's heroic spirit, and give justice to the Shang Kingdom!"

Ye Chen stood aside, his expression was complicated and difficult to read, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with guilt, shock, and escape. He mechanically followed the crowd to complete the worship ceremony, and every movement seemed so heavy and slow. The eyes cast from all around, some were sad and angry, or hostile, like sharp blades, cutting his heart into thousands of holes. Finally, he was overwhelmed, and while others were not paying attention, he fled from this hot and hostile place like a frightened hare, and his figure quickly disappeared at the end of the street, leaving only the sound of panicked footsteps along the way.

Meizi looked at the direction where Ye Chen left, her sadness turned into a deeper determination. These days, her relationship with Ye Chen has been bumpy and entangled. She thought they could go through the ups and downs hand in hand, but now, all these right and wrongs and grudges are like a boulder between them, especially Ye Chen's evasive attitude just now, which is like a sharp blade, cutting through the last attachment and fantasy of her feelings. "I can't be so confused anymore. I must not be carried away by my feelings and lose myself in the face of these major issues." Meizi murmured to herself, tears flashing in her eyes, but replaced by a touch of hardness.

After finding Ye Chen, Meizi took a deep breath, faced the man who once made her heart beat but now made her feel conflicted, and said straight to the point: "Let's break up!" Although the voice was light, it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Ye Chen's heart.

Ye Chen's body shook, as if struck by lightning, and his face instantly lost all color, replaced by an expression of disbelief and deep pain. "Why? Why did you choose this moment to be so cruel and stab me in the chest!" Ye Chen roared, his eyes red, his hands trembling as he tried to grab Meizi's shoulders, but stopped in mid-air, as if he was afraid that if he touched her, the person in front of him would disappear like smoke.

Meizi moved aside, her eyes cold, looking directly into Ye Chen's eyes: "Look at the situation now. The king of Shang was wrongly killed, the people are in deep pain, and Nie Bo's evil deeds must be punished. But what about you? You just cowered in front of everyone, where do you put yourself, and where do you put me? Feelings should not be an excuse to evade responsibility and ignore justice. In the face of such a big issue, our personal feelings are too insignificant."

Ye Chen smiled bitterly, tears welling up in his eyes: "Do you think I don't care and don't want revenge? But what kind of person is Nie Bo? If I act impulsively, it will be like an egg hitting a rock, and I will die in vain. What else can I do?"

Meizi's eyes widened with anger: "Give up your life? Who in Shang country is afraid of giving up his life? The king is willing to sacrifice his life to protect his people, and Sunny is still holding on despite being pregnant. But you are only thinking about saving yourself. How can you be so cowardly as to accompany me?"

Ye Chen opened his mouth and wanted to argue, but was silenced by Meizi's torrent of words. He knew that in Meizi's heart, justice and fairness were like towering trees, unshakable, and his actions just now were undoubtedly trampling on this persistence. "Forget it, since you have made up your mind, why should I bother?" Ye Chen sighed, slumped on the ground, holding his head with both hands, tears falling, dripping on the dusty ground, soaking up sad "tears". The sweetness and expectations of the past disappeared with Meizi's resolute departure, leaving only this broken heart full of wounds, trembling in the wind and rain of this troubled world.