She is Song Yin, a world-renowned infertility specialist from the twenty-fifth century, hailed as a beacon of hope for patients struggling to conceive. Then she is killed by someone who is neither fully male nor female. Who could have guessed that someone with a man’s appearance could have a woman’s genes inside? How could he possibly have any sperm? She is a doctor, not a god. She can’t conjure something out of nothing.
When she wakes again, she has become Song Ziyin, a poor soul abandoned by her birth parents and then given up by her adoptive parents.
Now that she is Song Ziyin, she scoffs. If you want a child, come to her. She is the Goddess of Childbirth herself.
No matter how difficult the condition, she guarantees a cure within a year.
What? One of your tubes is blocked? She can treat that. Ten months later, you’ll have a healthy baby boy.
What? One of your tubes has been severed? She can fix that. Ten months later, you’ll have a darling daughter.
What? His little swimmers are too weak? No problem. She has medicine for that. Ten months later, another success story.
There is hardly a fertility problem she can’t treat, earning her the nickname “Goddess of Childbirth.”
What? Her birth parents regret abandoning her and want her back? Not a chance.
What? Her adoptive parents regret it too and beg her to return? Not a chance.
She has a new family now, people who cherish and love her. Her life is happy. Only a fool would go back.
If you're someone who doesn't usually get angry, you can take a look and maybe even get some revenge.