On campaign
“Wife, I just hurt my hand. It really hurts.” Gongsun Yichen held out his arm, which bore only a tiny scratch, with barely any blood.
“That does look pretty serious.” Physician Ji Yimo didn’t even look at him. She just nodded and took out a knife. “Looks like there’s only one way to treat it.” She looked so serious, you’d think she was really about to do it.
“Uh, never mind. You’re so busy, Wife. I won’t bother you.” His expression changed at once, and he hurried out.
“Hmph.” Her expression remained as impassive as ever, though the corners of her mouth curled into a smile.
In her spare time
She cared for all kinds of patients in the tent, covered in blood, while he stood nearby watching her and the wounded soldiers.
“You, where are you looking?”
“Don’t touch my wife. Be careful, or I’ll have your hand cut off.”
“...”
“Get out of here!” Ji Yimo had finally had enough and kicked him straight out.
“Wife, it hurts.” He rubbed his waist and crouched pitifully by the doorway all alone.
He was a prince of the imperial family who acted like a child. She was a mysterious physician from a foreign land. He was shameless and kept throwing himself at her, while she was cold as frost on the outside but warm as the sun within. He was a prince and general who went to the frontier to avoid being drawn into the struggle for the throne; she was a doctor who had spent years healing the sick, with the welfare of all people at heart.
His name was Gongsun Yichen. Her name was Ji Yimo.
This original novel is adapted from the mortal-world story of Physician Qing Yao and the God Yun Feng in the TV series Love and Destiny.
