Chief, I Am Willing to Serve as a Backer for the Capitalist Eldest Lady.

[Sixty, capitalist eldest lady VS military region chief, operating room space, the superior takes the initiative, age difference, double cleanliness, HE] The unscrupulous black doctor Wen Shu was struck by lightning and transported to the 1960s, and his soul possessed the capitalist eldest daughter Wen Shu. She was bullied by her stepsister, insulted by her stepfather and nephews, and her mother favored her stepfather's family and watched her die tragically in miscarriage. When he opened his eyes again, the unscrupulous black doctor took control of his body. Hehe, your retribution is coming. My stepfather embezzled the family property and wants to wipe out the family? Evacuate the whole family and send him to the lower levels. The step-sister pretended to be green tea to steal her spot in the army, and even said she would bear the hardships for her? If you like to endure hardship so much, of course you should pack it up and go to Xinjiang to open up wasteland. My mother is partial and turns a blind eye? Donate your unused eyes. As for the scumbag who bullied her... In your twenties, your body is at its best. Instead of treating it as a disaster, it is better to turn waste into treasure. As a result, the injured and blind soldier regained his sight in her operating room; the researcher with heart failure restored his heartbeat in her operating room. Everyone praised her for her kindheartedness and good medical skills, but only Jiang Yunzhou knew that she was not a good person. When they first met, she decided to kick him into the Huangpu River. Goodbye, he was injured and lying on the hospital bed. She put her hands in her pockets and said regretfully: "He is a paraplegic from the waist down. That thing is useless. It's a pity that such a beautiful face is lost." The third time they saw him, he was in a wheelchair. She shook her head frequently from behind: "It would be a pity that such a young body will waste time in the future." He was so angry that he almost stood up. Later, the restrained and prudent chief placed the kind-hearted little black doctor on the bed and taught him a lesson, asking over and over again: "Is it a pity?" The little black doctor wants to cry but has no tears. He has bad legs, but his waist is really good!