Lin Yin was a senior and excellent surgeon. Before losing consciousness, he vaguely remembered that he was operating on a patient. As a result, a sudden and violent tremor shook the ground, the ceiling collapsed, and he completely lost consciousness.,His gaze suddenly fell upon a somewhat blurry bronze mirror. The mirror reflected a slender and handsome young man, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. However, his face appeared quite haggard and pale. Even through the mirror, one could see his weakness and lack of vitality.,His wife, Qin Yutong, since being sent to the sect by her people, they had met no more than a handful of times. Not to mention any conjugal bliss or wedding nights, they were a couple in name only.。