"Good news! Cancer Cure No. 1 has topped ten million bottles in nationwide sales. Khester Pharmaceuticals has officially launched its overseas listing plan, poised to become the first traditional-medicine unicorn to go public!" "Reborn... I became an immortal healer?!" Early May, the first breath of summer. The cool air carried a restless edge. Finnley Greenwood stood at the prison gate. He stared at the golden gleam seeping into the veins of his right palm, as if a flood of herbs, techniques, and talismans surged into his body.  His gaze went slightly unfocused. He had just received the Ancient Medical Heritage, and then he was reborn. Reborn on the very day he walked out of prison. He slowly lifted his head and looked toward the gigantic blimp drifting in the distance, an ad plastered across its side. A bright smile spread across his face. The prescription he had pulled from his family's medical records that slowed the advance of lung cancer had been stolen by Khester Pharmaceuticals. They used the prescription to build their multibillion-dollar empire. Finnley, who should have been headed for a brilliant future as the youngest attending physician in Skoeland, had been framed by Khester Pharmaceuticals for making and selling fake drugs and thrown behind bars for two years. That was not the end of it. In his previous life, he had believed that after being released from prison, he could start anew and pursue the unfinished dream of becoming a great physician. He had not expected Khester Pharmaceuticals to plan to crush him all over again. "Finnley Greenwood? This is your court summons." The smile on his lips faded. "Here it comes." Two uniformed young men strode up to him. The young judge, dressed in a black uniform, pulled out a sheet of paper from his briefcase and said, "You are hereby notified to appear in court in fifteen days." "New evidence shows that among the patients who took the fake drugs you manufactured two years ago, someone has recently suffered serious health problems as a result." "According to Article 141 of the Criminal Law, those who manufacture or sell fake drugs are subject to an imprisonment of up to three years." "If the person causes serious harm to human health, one faces three to ten years." "If one causes a death, one faces more than ten years, a life sentence in prison, or the death penalty." "If the evidence stands, you could be sentenced to an additional eight years." "And if the patient dies, you could be in prison forever." "Finnley Greenwood, this is the overdue notice for your administrative fine from two years ago." The Health Bureau member, wearing a blue uniform, also pulled out a sheet of paper from his briefcase. "With late fees, the total is twenty thousand dollars." "You have ten days to pay in full." Finnley did not answer. His gaze slid past the two men, fixed on the distance with a spark of expectation. Vroom! A black motorcycle whipped into view, fishtailed neatly, and screeched to a stop in front of them. The rider swung off the bike, long legs unfolding. The rider took off the helmet.  Short black hair fell in tousled layers, a few strands settling across a porcelain-smooth forehead and a high nose. A calm, stunning, familiar face appeared before Finnley. His eyes flickered. It was the same police officer who had arrested him two years ago, Genevieve. No one knew that over the course of that case, they had spent a great deal of time together, and they were one step away from dating officially. Genevieve's cool gaze swept over the summons and the overdue notice. Her clear eyes settled on Finnley. He had the same handsome face, bright eyes, and a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Genevieve took a sheet of paper from her pocket and handed it to him. "Finnley, this is a house-arrest notice." "To keep you from fleeing before trial, the police department will place you under house arrest." Finnley smirked. The three notices had put him back in jail. "Congratulations on getting out today. I signed you up for the medical license exam tomorrow. Here is your admission ticket." Genevieve turned, opened the rear top case on the motorcycle, and tossed over a clear plastic folder. Finnley raised a hand and caught it, his gaze dropping to the folder. Just like last time, everything was there: the admission ticket, pencil, eraser, black gel pen, the physician practice registration review form, and more. For a heartbeat, warmth rose in his chest. "Thank you, Officer Genevieve." The words he had never spoken in his previous life finally left his mouth. The young judge and the Health Bureau member, who had been staring at Genevieve's stunning face, jolted. So, this was the woman everyone in Musmeynia's government talked about as the city's number one beauty. Seeing Genevieve in person, she was even more breathtaking than the rumors. "Ahem, Officer Genevieve." "We're government employees. There's no need to be this nice to a criminal." The Health Bureau member cleared his throat and plastered on a broad smile. "The Traditional Medicine Law stipulates that a doctor whose medical license was automatically revoked due to a criminal penalty can retake the exam after two years." "But in the last ten years, no one has passed." "So even if you signed him up, he will not pass." "And even if he passes, it will not matter." The young judge jumped in, grinning at Genevieve.  "He's about to get a longer sentence. Even if he passed the medical license exam, it would be revoked again." Genevieve's expression tightened. She turned to Finnley. "You two should leave." Finnley lifted a hand and tucked away the summons and the overdue notice.  In his last life, he had performed brilliantly in the medical exam and still failed. "Give Khester Pharmaceuticals a message. They can dodge bad luck, but they can't outrun the consequences of their sins. The same goes for you two," Finnley said. "Anyone could talk big. Let's see if he stays out of prison in fifteen days before he talks big." The young judge and the Health Bureau member exchanged a glance, contempt in their eyes. They took one last lingering look at Genevieve, then climbed into their official cars and drove off. "Sorry." Watching the cars pull away, Genevieve looked back at Finnley, her expression complicated.  "Two years ago, when I was sent, I didn't know the police were going after you." "This time, you need to be ready. Khester Pharmaceuticals clearly came prepared. You may be sentenced again like before..." "What if the patients suddenly got better?" Finnley interrupted her softly, with an easy smile. "Huh?" Genevieve blinked, thrown for a moment. "If the patient heals, their so-called evidence only proves my medicine worked. That means the sentencing two years ago had a problem." "If they deny that the recovery is related to the medicine I gave two years ago, then the evidence they presented is fabricated, and everyone in that chain of evidence is on the hook." A surge of energy radiated from Finnley. He raised his right hand, palm up. The last filaments of gold in his palm lines glimmered strangely in the light. In his previous life, he had accidentally cut his palm twenty years later and discovered the Ancient Medical Heritage hidden within his body. It overwhelmed his body. That was what triggered his rebirth. "But the patient has late-stage lung cancer. How could there be a sudden turnaround?" Genevieve frowned. Finnley did not answer.  He studied the exquisite lines of her face and said softly, "Poor appetite, dizziness, a constant sense of fatigue, trouble sleeping, breast pain before the period. Officer Genevieve, you have quite a list of illnesses."