A Master of Medicine and Poison: Betrayed from the Start, I Forge a Gun to Slay Gods

While I was teaching that mute girl how to make penicillin, she kept staring at the scar on my palm. It wasn't until she plunged her gilt dagger into my liver that I realized the wound, branded there to conceal the birthmark from when I transmigrated, had long since been soaked in twelve kinds of deadly poison. Every person I saved added another poison to my medicinal broth, while the woman behind the carriage curtain, wearing a jade veil, waited for my body to nurture the Blood Lotus Gu capable of slaying a god.