[He counted 3,650 days and nights behind bars. On the day he was released from prison, a heavy rain hit the word "Gu Yan". The genius Chinese medicine doctor who was falsely accused of "medical malpractice" returned today with half a burnt volume of "Qihuang Zhenjing"!
The pharmaceutical giant's red wine glass is still stained with his blood, and the man who personally sent him to prison is delivering a speech at a charity banquet with his new love in his arms; the old people in the field of traditional Chinese medicine slap their thighs and sigh that "the king of medicines has no heir", but they don't know that the ambergris in his consultation box can hang the dying person's last breath.
"Doctor Gu, the international socialite Lin Qinghuan only has three hours left." The doorbell of the underground clinic rang, and he paused while wiping the silver needle, which was the latest "experimental product" of the multinational pharmaceutical company that put him in jail.
When his fingertips touched Lin Qinghuan's cold wrist, the meridian map surged like a galaxy in his eyes; when he drank the concoction, the woman who always sneered at him suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes: "You knew I was the one in the game?"
Destroying the opponent's business empire is just the appetizer. Uncovering the dark secret of using living people to test drugs in the laboratory is the main meal.
But when Lin Qinghuan stood in court holding the chain of evidence, Gu Yan dragged her into the safe passage: "What they want is not your death, but my own hands..."
The cold light of the scalpel on a rainy night, the duel of ancient prescriptions at the auction, the intertwined body temperature in the ward mixed with the fragrance of medicine. It turns out that the most cruel thing is not the revenge knife, but the half of the concentric lock he hid in the "Qihuang Scripture", and the "I believe in you" she hid in the poison list.
