Young Marshal's Gunsmoke Rose

Young Marshal of the Republic of China × Female Military Doctor of the 21st Century At dawn on the battlefield in Syria, Su Mu from Médecins Sans Frontières fell down holding a blood-stained scalpel. When he opened his eyes again, he became the money-losing "child" of farmers in Yuncheng in 1920. The bruises where the thick hemp rope had been cut into her neck were still burning, and the voices of her parents and Yapo's bargaining pierced through the airy window paper—eight yuan to sell her to Zuixian Pavilion as a prostitute. Broken memories came flooding back: the original owner knelt down to lick the egg drop soup that his younger brother had spilled on the ground, was pushed into a frozen pond to fish for embroidered shoes in the dead of winter, and finally hung a three-foot white silk ribbon in the woodshed. After traveling through time, Su Mu dug out the decaying courtyard wall while carrying the medicine box that had traveled with her from the battlefield. On the mountain road where the rain was pouring, the strong smell of blood attracted her to push away the thorns. The man in military uniform who was unconscious in the mud was shot in the chest, and the golden spikes on his epaulettes were stained with brains and broken bones - it was Xiao Jin, the young marshal of the Xiao family who stirred up troubles in the three provinces. The barking dogs of the pursuers in the distance were approaching. Su Wan tore open the hem of his clothes and used the skills he had learned on the battlefield to open his chest to remove the bullets. "A woman holds a scalpel?" The young marshal who woke up put the muzzle of his gun between her eyebrows, but his pupils shook when he saw her completing the sternodesis. He stuffed the blood-stained pocket watch into her palm: "Go back with me and let those old antiques see what a real doctor is."