She was the pride of the twenty-first century, a peerless healer, yet she worked herself to death on the operating table. No matter, after living a second life, Ling Wushuang swears she’ll take good care of herself. If she can lie down, she won’t sit; if she can sit, she won’t stand; if she can ride, she won’t walk... Ahem, though, could her half-sister, stepmother, aunts, and all the rest please move aside and stop making trouble? I’m really just a sweet, harmless little flower. In this life, I only want to lie around in peace. I really don’t want to get mixed up in your schemes! And, um... you there... yes, you! Haven’t my legs healed? Could you shift a little and stop sitting on them? I’m really... aching all over now...
