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

Nie Bo stood in front of the gate of the southern city of Shang State, feeling mixed emotions. Once upon a time, he had stirred up a bloody storm here as a demon. Now, he returned with a heart full of guilt and determination, but he didn't know what kind of eyes would greet him. He took a deep breath and stepped into this familiar yet strange city with firm steps.

The streets of South City were still bustling, but Nie Bo was keenly aware of the strange looks from those around him, some disgusted, some fearful, and more often, deep contempt. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, these looks were like sharp blades, cutting his heart, but he knew that this was the evil result he had sown, and now he had to bear it.

He first came to his father's grave. The grave was overgrown with weeds. Nie Bo knelt down slowly, stroking the tombstone with trembling hands, tears welling up in his eyes: "Father, I was wrong. I was blinded by hatred and desire and made countless unforgivable mistakes. Now I am back, I want to start over and make up for the sins I have committed, even if it takes my whole life to pay for them." His voice echoed in the silent cemetery, with endless regret and determination.

Nie Bo stood in front of the lonely grave. The silence around him seemed to isolate him from the whole world. The wind blew gently, bringing with it the bleak smell of the weeds on the grave, just like his messy and heavy heart at the moment. His eyes fell on the tombstone. His father's name was like a deep scar, piercing straight into the depths of his soul.

Slowly, Nie Bo knelt on his knees. His knees touched the cold and hard ground, but it was not as cold as the chill in his heart. His hands trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing his father who was resting here, but he was so eager to grasp the slightest possible forgiveness. When his fingertips touched the edge of the tombstone, the chill instantly spread throughout his body, and his body suddenly stiffened.

"Father..." Nie Bo's voice was squeezed out from the depths of his throat with difficulty, choking with uncontrollable sobs. Tears rolled in his eyes, blurring his vision, and the tombstone in front of him also became hazy. "I'm back, but I can't face you. I was once swallowed by darkness, sinking in the abyss of sin, with my hands stained with blood and sin."

He lowered his head and rested his forehead against the tombstone, as if he could get closer to his father and absorb the warmth and love that had long since disappeared. "I thought hatred could make me strong, and that violence could let me control everything, but I went further and further down this road of no return, lost myself, and hurt countless innocent people." Nie Bo's shoulders trembled slightly, and tears burst out of his eyes, dripping onto the ground beneath his feet, soaking it.

"Now, I stand here, full of regret. I want to start over, to make up for the mistakes I made, but I know that some pains are hard to heal even if you spend your whole life." Nie Bo raised his head and looked at the sky, trying to stop the tears from falling, but the tears of regret rushed down like a flood. "Father, can you hear my confession? Can you forgive me, an unfilial son? I am willing to spend every minute and every second of my remaining life to atone for my sins and pursue the kindness and justice that I have abandoned."

The wind was still blowing, as if responding to his confession, or sighing for the past. Nie Bo knelt there quietly, immersed in deep self-blame and guilt, only the oath in the wind echoed for a long time.

After leaving the cemetery, Nie Bo started to do small things to try to make up for his mistakes. He saw an old man on the street struggling to carry heavy objects, so he hurried forward to help. The old man looked at him warily, and Nie Bo felt a pang in his heart, but he still smiled and said, "Old man, I just want to help you, I have no ill intentions." The old man hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted his help. When Nie Bo moved the heavy objects to the old man's home, the old man said "thank you" lightly, but Nie Bo was overjoyed. He knew that this was a good start.

Nie Bo was walking in an alley in the south city when suddenly he heard a noisy sound of footsteps. He raised his head alertly and saw a group of hooligans approaching him. The leader was a guy with a face full of flesh and a look of malice and provocation in his eyes.

"Hey, isn't this Nie Bo? How come the big devil from back then is wandering around here like a stray dog ​​now?" The guy spat on the ground, making a disgusting sound.

Nie Bo frowned slightly, took a deep breath, tried to suppress the anger in his heart, and said calmly: "I have said goodbye to the past and don't want to cause trouble anymore. Please get out of the way."

"Get out of the way? Hahaha!" The little hooligans burst into laughter.

Get out of the way? Do you think you are still the feared Nie Bo? " As he said that, the leader pushed Nie Bo hard.

Nie Bo staggered, but after he stood firm, he still gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to fight, so don't push me too far."

"Humph! You don't want to fight? That's not up to you!" The little hooligans rushed forward. Some grabbed Nie Bo's clothes, and some punched him in the face. Nie Bo could only raise his arms to protect his head and endure the rain of punches. Punch after punch landed on him, and blood soon oozed from the corners of his mouth, but he never fought back.

"Coward! I thought you were so powerful!" The little hooligans beat and scolded him, and their attacks became more and more fierce. Nie Bo felt severe pain all over his body, and a trace of pain and struggle flashed in his eyes, but was instantly replaced by determination. He silently told himself in his heart that he could not go back, even if he was beaten to death, he could not fight back with force.

At this moment, an old man passing by saw this scene and shouted: "You bad guys, you beat people in broad daylight, do you still have the law?" This shout attracted the attention of some residents around, and everyone gathered around. Seeing that the situation was not good, the little hooligans stopped, glared at Nie Bo fiercely, and ran away in shame. Nie Bo slowly put down his arm, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the caring people around him, and nodded slightly to show his gratitude.

The people around saw this scene and gathered around. At first, everyone was just watching the fun, but when they saw Nie Bo never fought back, they gradually felt sorry for him. An uncle couldn't help but shout, "You little brats, why are you bullying me!" Other people also echoed him. The hooligans wanted to beat people up when they saw the situation was not good. At this time, the people rushed forward and beat them away.

Nie Bo looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was filled with emotion. Although he had some flesh wounds, he showed a relieved smile on his face. An old lady came forward and asked with concern: "Nie Bo, are you okay?" Nie Bo shook his head, tears flashing in his eyes: "Thank you, everyone, I'm fine. I have done a lot of wrong things, and everyone is willing to help me, I am really grateful." The old lady sighed and said: "No one is perfect, as long as you sincerely change your ways, everyone will still see it."

As Nie Bo spent his days in Nancheng, he always adhered to his beliefs and helped everyone in need with sincerity and action. Gradually, people's attitudes towards him began to change. From the initial scorn and disgust, to the current suspicion and wait-and-see attitude, to the occasional friendly smile from someone, Nie Bo knew that his efforts were not in vain.

He often thinks alone at night, reviewing the hardships and gains he has made along the way. He knows that he still has a long way to go to completely change people's views of him, but he does not back down. "As long as I persist, one day, everyone will truly accept me." He looks at the night sky of South City and mutters to himself, with a determined light in his eyes.