Feng Qiwu: the Abandoned Concubine in the Cold Palace Is a Miracle Doctor

The jingle of iron horses at the eaves of the cold palace has been going on for three years, and no one knows that behind that rotten wooden door, there is a knife that can cut open the dynasty's disease. When Lin Qinghuan traveled through time, the shackles for murdering the emperor's heir were locked on his wrists. The faded phoenix robe was soaked with the bitter smell of medicinal residue, but she dug out Panax notoginseng and mugwort from the moldy corner—— The silver needle stopped the bleeding and saved the palace maid who fell into the well, she performed a caesarean section to remove the child to save the enemy who was in labor, and even the old wound on the emperor's heart that had been festering for ten years was healed as good as ever under her tempered lancet. Xiao Yu grabbed her neck and sneered: "Do you think I wouldn't be able to recognize these poisonous hands if I changed my shell?" She put the golden acupuncture needle against his vital gate with her backhand: "Your Majesty, you have admitted your mistake. Now these hands are dedicated to treating blindness." The bowl of abortion medicine in Jiaofang Palace back then was filled with the most poisonous situation in Jiuchong Palace. When Feng Qiwu's sycamore leaves were covered with blood-stained silver needles, she stepped on the jade steps, stepping on the medical classics presented by the Tai Hospital on her knees, and petitions from hundreds of thousands of people flew like snowflakes behind her. The sharpest knife in this deep palace is never the dragon-slaying sword, but the three-inch cold light held in the palm of the miracle doctor.