Jiang Siyu transmigrates, only to wake up mute in the middle of nowhere.
After finding her family, she gets another dizzy spell. Holding the tragic exile plot in her hands, Jiang Siyu is utterly depressed.
What did she do in her past life to deserve such an absurd transmigration?
Even more absurd is the System she's bound to. It's more terrifying than a monk chanting sutras: every day, it either urges her to save someone or urges her to save someone.
And she can't refuse!
After being pushed into it again and again, she somehow ends up with a reputation as a miracle doctor.
Jiang Siyu says she only wants to be her parents' precious darling. Anyone can be a miracle doctor, for all she cares!
Then there's the baby-faced young man she saved on the road to exile, who swears every day that he'll marry her.
“Hey, Tang Huaijing, I've told you I don't like younger men. Why can't you understand?”
Tang Huaijing paces around anxiously. “A-Yu, how can a one-year difference count as younger?”
Jiang Siyu snorts. “Even one day counts. How can a year not?”
Tang Huaijing: “Then... then what would make you marry me?”
Jiang Siyu's eyes dart around. “Unless you earn me a first-rank noblewoman's title!”
She says it as a casual joke, but Tang Huaijing takes her seriously. Not only does he earn her the title, he cherishes her as if she were a priceless treasure.
Tang Huaijing's voice is hoarse. “My lady, will you come home with me?”
