The doctor wanted to take another look, but the fog that had previously dispersed suddenly reappeared, almost instantly enveloping all the space. Not only did it obscure his vision, but it also blocked out sounds. Gradually, even the baby’s crying could no longer be heard.

The doctor, believing himself to be in a dream, remained calm and patient, continuing to wait.

Before long, the fog suddenly dispersed again. This time it revealed an even grander palace, but with basically the same structure as the previous one, even the blue bricks underfoot were identical. It looked like a place for conducting court business, with various officials seated on both sides. The man suspected to be Emperor Qin Shihuang sat in the highest position, and what surprised the doctor was that the person currently reporting to the court was a child who appeared to be only about ten years old. Despite at least a hundred people in the great hall, this young child showed no fear, speaking eloquently and confidently, his clear childish voice echoing throughout the spacious hall.

Could this be the legendary Prince Fu Su?

The doctor had already noticed that the suspected Emperor Qin Shihuang’s appearance had lost the lingering childishness between his brows, his bearing becoming increasingly steady and dignified. He appeared to be about thirty years old, clearly indicating this scene was many years after Prince Fu Su’s birth. But this ten-year-old child bore no resemblance whatsoever to Emperor Qin Shihuang in the hall.

Taking advantage of the fact that the people here couldn’t see him at all, the doctor walked right up to the young child before stopping. This child had rosy lips and white teeth, only reaching the doctor’s waist in height. The more the doctor looked, the more familiar this child seemed, the answer seemingly ready to burst forth from his heart.

While puzzling over this, the doctor suddenly felt someone pat his back, and a familiar voice said with apparent relief, “Finally found you.”

The doctor turned around to see the pale-faced Boss, then looked back and forth between him and the young child like he’d seen a ghost, mouth agape, unable to utter a word.

The Boss smiled bitterly, “I didn’t expect you’d come here. Yes, that child is me when I was young.”

The doctor felt as if someone had grabbed his throat, staring at the Boss in disbelief.

He began to realize this wasn’t a dream – no matter how wild his imagination, he wouldn’t dream up such a complete scenario.

At this moment, a dignified voice resonated through the hall, saying slowly, “Gan Luo’s mission to Zhao, obtaining the lands of Hejian without deploying a single soldier – his achievements are commendable. We bestow upon you the title of Shangqing, and grant you the fields and residence of your grandfather Gan Mao.”

The doctor pointed at the young child bowing in gratitude in the hall, stammering, “You… this is Gan Luo? That child prodigy Gan Luo who became chancellor at twelve?”

“In the Qin system, the ranks of chancellor and Shangqing were roughly equivalent, hence the saying about becoming chancellor at twelve.” The Boss looked around with great nostalgia, finally fixing his gaze on one spot. Following his line of sight, the doctor saw a teenager of about fifteen standing behind a screen near Emperor Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng. He had refined features and wore magnificent robes and a crown. Though lacking Ying Zheng’s intimidating presence, his facial features were extremely similar.

“This is Prince Fu Su?” The doctor felt something strange in his heart looking at this person, but couldn’t describe what exactly. Before he could sort out his thoughts, fog instantly surrounded them again, and even the palace disappeared. Strangely, though the mist was thick, the doctor could still see the Boss standing beside him.

“I know you have questions. Keep watching, and you’ll know everything you want to know.” The Boss said flatly. Surrounded by the swirling mist, his entire figure appeared somewhat ethereal.

The doctor steadied himself. Although what the Boss said was incredible, he had indeed heard the Boss mention before that the white snake was a medicinal snake raised by his master, and that white snake was over two thousand years old. The Warring States period was exactly over two thousand years ago, and Gan Luo’s appearance was so similar to the Boss…

Could the Boss really be Gan Luo?

The doctor stared unblinkingly at the Boss. In the thick mist, the expression in his eyes became increasingly elusive. The doctor suddenly remembered that in official history, Gan Luo’s birth and death dates were unknown. Historical records contained no mention of what ultimately became of this shocking prodigy. Logically, as a Qin noble, even if Gan Luo had died of natural causes, there should be some traces in Qin Dynasty history. Yet this person appeared like a shooting star, suddenly flashing across the Qin court before instantly vanishing without a trace.

Or perhaps… historical records didn’t mention Gan Luo’s cause of death because he simply never died?

The doctor suddenly felt parched. Just as he was about to ask, the fog suddenly dispersed again. This time the scene wasn’t a palace, but an elegantly furnished study. Time seemed to have passed several more years – Gan Luo had grown from a young child into a teenager, his features becoming even more similar to the Boss, except his brow lacked the Boss’s particular depth of character, showing only innocence and liveliness.

“Emperor Qin made me Shangqing, which I couldn’t really deserve based on my diplomatic mission to Zhao at that time. It wasn’t Emperor Qin Shihuang’s whim either, but rather to appease the old nobility of Qin. Though I held the title of Shangqing, no one treated me as such. Emperor Qin Shihuang, as if foreseeing this situation, soon had me study alongside Prince Fu Su – essentially becoming his study companion.” The Boss spoke slowly as the doctor watched the now-adult Prince Fu Su enter the study. The two discussed political affairs with great familiarity, sometimes clapping and laughing heartily, sometimes arguing until their faces turned red.

Only now did the doctor understand why historical records of Gan Luo’s achievements ended with his appointment as chancellor at twelve – because Gan Luo had become the crown prince’s study companion, essentially part of the advisory team Emperor Qin Shihuang was preparing for Fu Su. If Prince Fu Su had ascended the throne, the dormant Gan Luo would certainly have shone brilliantly in Qin Dynasty history.

Unfortunately, the second Qin emperor wasn’t Fu Su, but his brother Hu Hai.

Thinking of China’s first true crown prince, this gentle young man who would die young, the doctor couldn’t help but feel a surge of sadness from his heart. This feeling was truly difficult to explain – as a dedicated and responsible doctor, he had long learned to view life and death with detachment. Moreover, Prince Fu Su had died over two thousand years ago – what was he grieving about?

The doctor quickly adjusted his mood and instinctively turned to look at the Boss, taking in his nostalgic gaze.

He must be the one most deeply affected.

The doctor didn’t know what it felt like to live alone in the world for over two thousand years, watching relatives and friends die one by one, leaving only oneself to wander…

The doctor suddenly understood somewhat why the Boss dealt in antiques. Only those ancient objects, like him, possessed long years and accumulated heavy history, witnessing generation after generation of changing times…

The fog came and went, revealing scene after scene – sometimes lasting only an instant, sometimes persisting for a long while. The doctor felt as if he were watching someone’s memories.

Most likely the Boss’s, he thought.

In the scenes appearing in the mist, Emperor Qin Shihuang’s figure appeared more and more frequently. The doctor couldn’t quite understand their half-classical, half-vernacular conversations and found the political discussions boring, so he stopped asking the Boss to translate. The scene currently showing was the famous thrilling moment – Jing Ke’s assassination attempt on the King of Qin.

Jing Ke knelt calmly before Emperor Qin, respectfully presenting the map. The scroll unrolled inch by inch until finally, when the map was fully revealed, the dagger appeared. Jing Ke quickly reached out to grab Emperor Qin’s sleeve while his other hand thrust the gleaming dagger through the air – the fierce sword strike aimed at Emperor Qin Shihuang. Emperor Qin broke free, tearing his sleeve to dodge the sword.

Jing Ke’s strike missed. He had come with a determination to die, vowing not to rest until he killed the King of Qin. The King of Qin drew his sword to counter, wounding Jing Ke. Blood splattered as Jing Ke hurled his dagger at the King of Qin, but missed again, only to be struck once more by the King of Qin and fall wounded to the ground.

Watching Jing Ke struggle and roar curses at the King of Qin’s tyranny, the doctor couldn’t help asking, “Boss, do you think Emperor Qin Shihuang was a tyrant?”

The Boss glanced at him and said flatly, “Prince Dan sent Jing Ke to assassinate Emperor Qin Shihuang, who nearly lost his life, yet when Qin destroyed Yan, they didn’t even harm the lives of Yan’s royal family and ministers. After Emperor Qin Shihuang unified the Central Plains and conquered the six states, there were no massacres of cities or slaughter of the royal families and nobility of the six states – yet these very people later became the main force opposing Qin. If Emperor Qin Shihuang were truly a tyrant, why could Liu Bang of Chu serve as an official? Why could Xiang Yu, descendant of Chu nobility, grow up safely?”

The doctor was stunned by this statement, both because of the Boss’s argument and because at that moment Jing Ke was cut down by the swarming Qin soldiers. The splashing blood almost flowed to his feet, and though this scene was separated from him by over two thousand years, the doctor could almost smell that terrifying stench of blood.

“You said those opposing Qin were the royal families and nobility of the six states? But I remember the first to rebel were Chen Sheng and Wu Guang from Dazexiang, right? They were commoners – it was Emperor Qin Shihuang’s excessive forced labor that drove them to rebellion.”

The Boss snorted coldly, “Sima Qian of the Han Dynasty said Chen Sheng and Wu Guang’s uprising was because arriving late for forced labor meant execution. But recently excavated Qin bamboo slips show that the punishment for being late within five days was only verbal criticism, and for more than five days, just a fine. Everyone says Qin law was harsh, but the contrary fact is that Qin Empire’s laws already contained provisions protecting criminals that didn’t appear in the West until two thousand years later. The Records of the Grand Historian also recorded that cases assigned by Emperor Qin Shihuang often couldn’t be solved – this would be unimaginable in later dynasties. Because under torture, even if the real criminal couldn’t be found, a scapegoat could be found. This shows that Qin Dynasty had no torture-based interrogation at all. Compared to the countless wrongful convictions of later dynasties, Qin Dynasty was already quite enlightened.”

The doctor found himself unable to refute this, and though speechless, he found it fascinating. “Are you saying Emperor Qin Shihuang was a wise and capable emperor with no flaws? Were all those charges just fabrications?”

“What charges? Let me hear them.” The Boss smiled slightly. He’d been holding in two thousand years of frustration over the world’s prejudice against Emperor Qin Shihuang. If he said such things to anyone else, they’d think him mad. He turned to carefully observe the doctor. Standing here now, able to see scenes from over two thousand years ago, fate had turned through millennia only to seemingly return to the starting point – back then, he and Fu Su had stood like this on smooth blue bricks, discussing politics and debating state affairs. There was no crown prince, no study companion – only shared ideals and aspirations to build a Great Qin lasting ten thousand generations!

Though the doctor hadn’t yet recovered his past life’s memories, this feeling of spirited debate was something the Boss hadn’t experienced for a very, very long time…

The doctor didn’t notice the Boss’s distracted expression and racked his brains recalling Emperor Qin Shihuang’s tyrannical crimes, starting with the lighter ones: “He killed innocents without cause!”

“Hmph, Emperor Qin Shihuang reigned for 37 years without killing a single general or minister. Every subsequent dynasty without exception completely eliminated the remnants of the previous fallen dynasty. Some went even further, ruthlessly exterminating even their own people. Han Gaozu Liu Bang virtually killed all the comrades who rebelled with him, every family completely wiped out. Does anyone curse Liu Bang as a tyrant? No. Because those who hated him were all eliminated root and branch. Even Sima Qian didn’t dare speak carelessly in his Records of the Grand Historian, or Emperor Wu of Han Liu Che would have easily burned years of his painstaking work to ashes.” Disdain appeared on the Boss’s face.

“But didn’t Emperor Qin Shihuang burn books and bury scholars alive? Wasn’t that also eliminating those who criticized him?” the doctor protested indignantly.

The Boss didn’t immediately refute but quietly waited for the surrounding mist to clear. The scene now showed a spring garden full of life, where Emperor Qin Shihuang, reclining on a chair, didn’t display his usual dignified bearing but lovingly played with a child in his arms. Fu Su and Gan Luo stood in the distance, and the now-adult Fu Su couldn’t hide his envious expression.

“Who is this child?” The doctor forgot their recent debate, equally surprised by Emperor Qin Shihuang’s rare display of tenderness.

The Boss closed his eyes and sighed deeply, “That’s Hu Hai.”

The doctor gasped – this was the truly tyrannical and ruinous Second Emperor Hu Hai? Though he knew Emperor Qin Shihuang might have had various faults, the man had after all unified the Central Plains as the First Emperor. Yet the empire he built, rather than lasting ten thousand generations as he’d hoped, was destroyed in the Second Emperor’s hands. Looking at that innocent child, the doctor couldn’t imagine how he would become so cruel and heartless when he grew up.

“Remember what I said about the longevity lock’s jade material? It was at this time that Emperor Qin Shihuang unified the Central Plains, had the He Shi Bi carved into the imperial jade seal, and gave the two remaining pieces of jade to his eldest son Fu Su and youngest son Hu Hai.” The Boss said flatly. The scene now showed Fu Su receiving that crystal-clear jade piece, not daring to carve it casually, simply stringing it with red cord to wear close to his body.

“This… I recall during the Warring States period, kingdoms didn’t have the concept of establishing the eldest or legitimate heir, right?” The doctor also grasped the deeper meaning in the Boss’s words.

“Yes, so although Fu Su nominally had the primary inheritance right, anyone with eyes could see Emperor Qin Shihuang’s favoritism toward Hu Hai.” The Boss watched the changing scenes of Emperor Qin Shihuang severely scolding Fu Su and sighed softly, “Actually, Emperor Qin Shihuang was harsh with Prince Fu Su because he wanted to entrust this empire to Fu Su’s hands. He doted on Hu Hai because this younger son wouldn’t need to inherit this vast nation. Sigh… actually, Prince Fu Su didn’t like political intrigue at all – what he most enjoyed reading was medical texts…” The Boss spoke the last sentence very quietly, but couldn’t help glancing at the doctor beside him.

The doctor didn’t hear the Boss’s last sentence, his heart full of complaints. If Emperor Qin Shihuang hadn’t given Hu Hai the wrong impression and had treated them equally, perhaps the subsequent events wouldn’t have occurred. But then again, if an emperor couldn’t even choose whom to favor, wouldn’t that be too tragic?

Because of this digression, the two didn’t continue their debate and returned to a harmonious atmosphere. The Boss watched the ever-changing misty scenes, occasionally pointing out characters and events to the doctor, who listened with great interest, as if watching a real 3D projected television series.

“Ah, right, Emperor Qin Shihuang had another great crime – grand construction projects! The Great Wall, Epang Palace, Mount Li mausoleum – which wasn’t a massive undertaking?” Seeing the scene of Emperor Qin Shihuang standing before a map studying Great Wall construction locations, the doctor remembered their earlier topic.

The Boss curled his lips and sighed softly, “After Qin conquered the six states, what to do with the remaining soldiers? Disband them to return to farming? That’s not a solution. Long peace inevitably leads to chaos – either continue external expansion or undertake grand construction. Every dynasty has been the same. Like later Emperor Wu of Han’s multiple military campaigns against the Xiongnu, the Sui, Tang, Song, and Ming dynasties were no exception. Even Emperor Kangxi of Qing personally led campaigns during peacetime – it’s a method of resolving internal contradictions.”

The doctor was enlightened – this method has indeed been used from ancient times to the present, not to mention modern society, where a certain great power started various wars to deflect domestic economic crises!

Seeing the doctor didn’t refute, the Boss continued, “Setting aside later opinions of the Great Wall, after the Qin Dynasty, every subsequent dynasty built walls – doesn’t that prove the Great Wall’s importance? Emperor Qin Shihuang didn’t pursue external expansion considering livelihood issues. You might not believe my empty words, but the excavated Shuihudi Qin Tomb Bamboo Slips clearly record that Qin Dynasty forced laborers received wages, meals, and even clothing. Do you think common people preferred going to war or working for pay?”

The doctor was completely speechless, his head buzzing with the Boss’s arguments, completely confused.

“Here’s the truth about burning books and burying scholars.” The Boss suddenly said. The doctor immediately widened his eyes. Afraid he couldn’t understand the full picture from just a few scenes, the Boss slowly explained, “The trigger for burning books and burying scholars was Emperor Qin Shihuang’s pursuit of immortality. But fearing poisoning, the alchemists who presented him pills had to make two identical pills, with several designated servants testing them first. Only after a month with no adverse effects would he take the pill. Then one day, one of the testing servants suddenly died.”

The scene showed Emperor Qin Shihuang in a towering rage, with everyone below trembling in silence. The doctor frowned, “Modern research has proven that ancient alchemy contained mercury, alum, and other heavy metals that are highly toxic to the human body. Accumulation to a certain degree would definitely have side effects. In fact, many emperors in history died from taking elixirs – Tang Taizong Li Shimin supposedly died this way. Pursuing immortality…” The doctor suddenly stopped speaking, realizing there seemed to be an immortal person beside him.

The Boss nodded unconcernedly, “Yes, but no one knew then that elixirs were fundamentally poisonous. There was no way to verify which alchemist’s pill had killed the testing servant, plus discovering that Hou Sheng, Lu Sheng, and others had embezzled funds and fled with the money, Emperor Qin Shihuang decided to execute the related alchemists. In modern terms, they defrauded research funds. Four hundred sixty-three law-breakers were brought to trial, each with solid evidence, all deserving death, executed one by one. There was only this one scholar-burying incident – more accurately, it was an alchemist-burying incident. In the Records of the Grand Historian, Sima Qian also considered it burying alchemists. Later generations spread false rumors with embellishments, turning it into the massacre of countless scholars. As for book burning, recently excavated Qin bamboo slips still exist – if books were truly burned, how could large quantities of Qin bamboo slips be unearthed? What Emperor Qin Shihuang burned were merely the private libraries of the six states’ nobility, wanting to erase their history and prevent rebellion. He never expected that merely burning books mercifully couldn’t stop people’s rebellious hearts.”

The doctor had now completely given up any thought of debating with the Boss and honestly immersed himself in this historical scroll. The subsequent stories also somewhat overturned his understanding. Emperor Qin Shihuang monopolized power and handled everything personally. As time passed, he realized only he could sustain this empire’s operation while alive, so he began making multiple inspection tours, leaving Prince Fu Su to govern in the capital. But Prince Fu Su was benevolent and loyal, completely opposite to Emperor Qin Shihuang’s governing philosophy. After many conflicts, Emperor Qin Shihuang sent him to the frontier to serve in the military, planning to temper him for several years, hoping to cultivate a resolute and decisive Fu Su. Gan Luo – the present Boss – accompanied him as Prince Fu Su’s study companion.

Subsequent scenes rarely featured Emperor Qin Shihuang, mostly showing monotonous military life. Frontier warfare indeed transformed Fu Su from a noble prince into an excellent general. After countless springs and autumns, suddenly someone arrived with Emperor Qin Shihuang’s edict. An imperial decree reached Shangjun, actually blaming Fu Su for incompetence and commanding him and General Meng Tian to commit suicide.

The doctor stared blankly – he naturally knew this edict was actually Hu Hai and Zhao Gao’s false imperial command, as Emperor Qin Shihuang had already died during that eastern tour. Fu Su wasn’t as weak as history portrayed, ready to draw his sword and kill himself. Instead, he wanted to lead troops back to Xianyang with General Meng Tian to inquire about the truth. But Hu Hai and Zhao Gao’s people were prepared, mercilessly killing Fu Su when he began showing resistance in the tent.

Despite being separated by over two thousand years, when the doctor saw those soldiers thrust their swords toward Fu Su, he couldn’t help crying out in alarm.

Because he suddenly discovered that the Boss, who had been standing beside him all along, rushed forward, desperately trying to shield Fu Su.

The doctor watched helplessly as that sword, gleaming with cold light, passed through the Boss’s ethereal body and directly pierced Fu Su’s chest.

The Boss turned back, standing there in a daze.

“It’s not your fault…” The doctor knew the Boss hadn’t been present then – if he had been, he probably would have acted just as he did now. For a moment, the doctor’s heart filled with relief that the Boss hadn’t been there.

Only, looking at Fu Su lying in a pool of blood with eyes that wouldn’t close in death, a chill ran up the doctor’s spine.

From Fu Su’s chest, the jade piece gifted by Emperor Qin Shihuang fell to the ground. Watching that jade being soaked by warm blood, the doctor felt a chill throughout his body.

“It’s not that justice can defeat evil, but that history can only be written by the victorious side. In this world, the winning side is always righteous.” The Boss’s ethereal voice came, but the doctor had no time to ponder deeply before sinking back into darkness.

The doctor surfaced from what felt like the bottom of a deep sea, struggling to open his eyes. The familiar dim flickering lights of the Mute House danced before him.

He sat up from the chair, rubbing his slightly aching temples. As he raised his hand, he stopped, because in his hand was the longevity lock broken in two halves. The doctor stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly said, “The memories I just saw were actually Fu Su’s, weren’t they?”

The Boss poured him a cup of tea and nodded upon hearing this, “Yes. After Fu Su died tragically, I helped Liu Bang destroy Qin and avenged Fu Su, then kept searching for Fu Su’s reincarnation.”

“You helped Liu Bang destroy Qin?” The doctor picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, the scalding tea sliding down his throat, making him gasp.

“Mm, I originally chose Xiang Yu, but didn’t expect him to destroy Xianyang, burn Epang Palace, and kill all the Qin Dynasty’s royal family and ministers.” The Boss paused here, as if recalling the scene from that time. His hand holding the teapot even stiffened somewhat, and only after a long while did he continue, “So I turned to support Liu Bang.”

The doctor gave a dry laugh, “Don’t tell me you were Han Xin?” He meant this as a joke, but unexpectedly, as soon as the words left his mouth, the Boss calmly nodded. This left the doctor completely speechless – he could only grab the teapot from the Boss’s hands and pour himself another cup of tea. Since this person before him had lived for over two thousand years, what couldn’t be believed? Heaven knows what other historical roles he’d played…

After drinking several more cups of tea to calm his shock and replacing the teapot lid, he finally said calmly, “You found him, but for unknown reasons, Fu Su’s reincarnations always died young, living at most to twelve years old. Because the time was so brief, I often couldn’t find them in time and was exhausted from searching. I spent an extremely long period before discovering that only by having Fu Su’s reincarnation wear the jade material he had worn close to his body for several years could extend his life. So I had Lu Zigan carve this longevity lock, but even so, it could only allow Fu Su’s reincarnation to survive twenty-four years in this world.”

Though the doctor had already guessed some of the situation, when the Boss finished his last sentence and looked directly at him, he still shivered. The doctor forced a stiff smile and said awkwardly, “Haven’t you got the wrong person? I’m already past twenty-four and still alive and well!”

The Boss looked at him and shook his head, “No, I haven’t mistaken you. Do you still remember that aquamarine Christ statue?”

“Of course I remember – how could I forget? I was the one who brought that person back! What about it?” The doctor naturally remembered that bizarre incident. Because of that aquamarine Christ statue, Ning Qi Qi, who had been murdered, occupied bestselling mystery novelist Xiao Ji’s body, while Xiao Ji’s soul was absorbed by the aquamarine Christ statue he wore. Just as the doctor was about to complain some more, he watched the Boss take out a small box from the counter – the aquamarine Christ statue lay quietly inside.

“Ning Qi Qi gave me this Christ statue. I had the curator authenticate it – though the carving was recent, the jade material was from over two thousand years ago.” After the Boss finished speaking, afraid he might not understand immediately, he added, “It’s exactly that blue jade material Emperor Qin Shihuang gave to Hu Hai, from the same He Shi Bi as the longevity lock in your hand.”

The doctor was struck speechless. He had already absorbed too many shocks today and decided not to say anything, just listen to the conclusion.

“I only just learned that one of Prince Fu Su’s three souls and seven spirits was locked in this jade material before his death. With incomplete souls, Fu Su naturally died young in reincarnation. Today when the longevity lock broke, that soul and spirit belonging to Fu Su was finally released. Everything you and I just witnessed were the memories Prince Fu Su left in this longevity lock.” The Boss spoke very slowly, so slowly it was as if each word was being forced out through his teeth.

The doctor felt dizzy, but he was good at extracting understandable parts to focus on. After pondering for a moment, he blinked and pointed at himself, “So the great calamity in my destiny has safely passed? From now on I can live without worry?”

The doctor had no interest in whether he was Fu Su’s reincarnation. The scenes he’d just witnessed, he treated as a holographic 3D television series without much emotional impact. After all, those were events from over two thousand years ago – what was the point of agonizing over them now? When dawn came, he’d still have to go out to work, put on his white coat to heal and save people. Whether his past life was a hero or a coward had no bearing on his current life.

Hearing this, the Boss revealed a smile and slowly nodded, “Yes, there are no more problems. Not only for this life’s you, but future reincarnations of you will also return to normal fate’s control like ordinary people. Early death will never happen again.”

The doctor inexplicably felt the Boss’s words carried some sadness, but couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong. Just as his restless heart was about to voice the question, he watched in horror as blood began continuously flowing from the Boss’s mouth, while that smile remained on his pale face.

“Yes, you can finally live well. My mission is finally complete… I… should also rest…”