It was 10.10 pm when I entered the British Museum with my booking paper printed from the internet. I got my right to see the Terracotta Army at 10.20, my scheduled time, visits to the army are contingent on booking, booking is overwhelming, the museum is open until midnight on Thursdays and Fridays. Just entering the British Museum at this time, with darkness outside and the big entrance and hall near empty, is fascinating. But seeing the exhibition is spectacular, you travel back to a time when human civilization was at its top level only in Egypt with the Pharaohs, in Greece, in Italy with the Etruscans and the Romans. Three hundred years B.C. … and you enter the mysterious atmosphere where the eyes of warriors, officials, generals, dignitaries, civil managers, musicians, craftsmen, horses and birds look at you in silence, the silence of their more than 2000 years of life in the underground and afterlife in defence of and serving their Emperor. He, Ying Zheng, was born in 259 B.C. and at the age of 13 became King of Qin – one of the seven main states competing for the might and at war with each other. Under his leadership Qin conquered the other states using highly developed weapons, technology and military strategy. After completing his campaign, the King of Qin declared himself Qin Shihuangdi: First Devine Emperor of the Qin. To govern his empire, the First Emperor introduced reforms and enforced strict laws. He planned to join the walls of conquered states to create a great common wall, and built new roads and canals. Standard weights and measures, a single currency and a universal writing system (very similar to the one used nowadays) allowed him to govern more easily. He built more than 270 palaces in his capital city Xianyang, as a display of power and to house the rulers of the states he conquered. The Emperor wanted to govern forever, feared death (as do we and our patients), desperately tried many potions to prolong his life, and sent his ministers on quests seeking an elixir of immortality, visiting Zhifu Island. He sent a Zhifu islander, Xu Fu, with ships carrying hundreds of young men and women in search of Mount Penglai, where the Eight Immortals lived. These people never returned, as they knew that if they did so without the promised elixir they would surely be executed. Legends claim that they settled down on one of the Japanese islands, a view that many Chinese and Japanese people are familiar with today. Even though we shall probably never see him, Ying Zhen has already achieved a sort of immortality – not just for himself but for thousands of his anonymous citizens too. Looking at their faces, standing in the last room of the exposition, I could imagine how they were even though I never knew them. Once we have seen them, we take an impression of them away with us in our heads and remember their exhausting, punishing lives building Ying Zhen's empire. However, death claimed him before he could find success on that matter and the same happens to patients whether they are rich or poor. He spent more than 30 years building his tomb complex, a palace where he could rule forever in the afterlife. At the centre of the complex (I read it twice at the panel … unbelievable … 56 square kilometres!) there was his tomb. In 1974 a farmer digging found a terracotta head. He had discovered a pit of terracotta warriors. Around 7000 terracotta soldiers have now been found buried in three pits outside the tomb, standing guard with their imposing height of between 185 and 194 centimetres, taller than that of the real population. This is now one of the world's most important archaeological sites, London hosted part of this incredible treasure of human history, warriors continue to guard the Emperor, musicians do their work and birds sing to their Emperor in the afterlife. The First August Divine Emperor died suddenly at the age of 49 … but he is still alive and rules in his 56 square kilometre tomb complex, a real big hill, computer images render only a faint idea of the inner complex of paths and corridors and other paths for different guardians and servants and warriors and horses and carriages … and other corridors … and probably rivers of mercury. Nobody knows what treasures it contains, with the most sophisticated technological methods it will not be possible to know without creating ruins for the next generations. So rest peacefully, Qin Shihuangdi, rule quietly in your afterlife, continue to govern forever …. the terracotta army will guard you safely