In her previous life, Bai Muqing was the youngest chief of surgery at the Army Medical University, with the most advanced surgical skills in China. She spent twelve hours a day in the operating room. With her stern face, deft hands, and the pungent smell of disinfectant following her everywhere, people gave her a wide berth. They called her “Cold-Faced Flying Knife.” During a military exercise, she was treating the wounded when she was struck by a bullet and fell instantly. A second before she went down, Bai Muqing was still thinking, “Damn, where did the live ammunition come from in a drill...?” When she woke again, pale purple curtains came into view, along with a room decorated in an antique style. Her heart lurched. “Don't tell me I've transmigrated in one of those clichéd plots...”
