The Metaphysical Physician: After Curing the Noble Consort, I Became a Fugitive Wanted by the Entire Dynasty
Author: Su Shu
On the day Xiao Yan transmigrates into the body of a condemned servant awaiting execution at the Imperial Medical Bureau, she uses a stone lancet to cut the mercury poison from the noble consort’s heart.
She doesn’t know that this single needle will pierce the dynasty’s most festering wound.
The ink is barely dry on the wanted edict on the imperial desk:
“Xiao, the demon physician, has used sorcery to disrupt the palace. Kill her on sight!”
Clutching a fragment of The Inner Canon of the Yellow Emperor, she sneers:
“The ones who can diagnose the ills of this realm have never been those fools at the Imperial Medical Bureau.”
Survival mode: hellish start
☠ With one hand, she must save her younger brother in a modern ICU; with the other, she must break a poison formation targeting the five organs.
☠ Those she saves turn around and stab her in the back, while the pursuing magistrate is missing three fingers.
☠ Even the ailing Prince Jing has a medicinal jade ring threaded with dark strands, its edge pressed to her throat:
“Miss, do you know that anyone who treats the noble consort won’t live past midnight?”
Practice medicine to save the world? Better to stake your life on killing the emperor!
■ The Liver Poison Envoy spreads a plague at the Spring Equinox banquet, and officials cough blood like falling plum blossoms
“Anger harms the liver. General, your blade should be aimed at the real culprit!”
■ The Spleen Poison Envoy mixes human ashes into the empress dowager’s medicinal dishes, and the palace walls reek of decay
“Worry harms the spleen. Your Highness, you’re turning your prayer beads too fast.”
■ The Lung Poison Envoy sets poisonous smoke alight in the imperial mausoleum, turning every breath of the dragon’s veins into a death warrant
“Grief harms the lungs. Your Majesty, you’re mourning the wrong ancestors!”
At last, with all nine volumes of The Inner Canon of the Yellow Emperor in hand, she presses a golden needle to the vital point at the back of the emperor’s skull.
“Your chronic headaches don’t come from your brain, ”
“They come from the aconite used to poison the crown prince five years ago!”
At that very moment, troops from across the realm are breaking down the doors.
Then she suddenly hears the heart monitor alarm in the ICU
Is it the way home, or the end of the road?
