After Fleeing Famine, I Opened a Clinic for the Living Dead in the Capital

From the emergency room operating theater to a tattered straw mat on the road, Su Wan vows as she holds her mother’s bloodied hand: This time, I won’t let my loved ones die because medical care is so backward!

On the journey to escape famine, she uses sutures to save Captain Gu Zhao after bandits slash him. In the slums of the capital, alcohol-soaked cotton treats a postpartum infection that even the midwives couldn’t cure.

A plague sweeps through the streets?

Her medicinal broth works ten times better than the Imperial Medical Academy’s. A sinister drought scheme in Jinzhou?

The man who promised to protect her turns out to wield immense power, capable of moving heaven and earth.

When the sign for the Clinic for the Living Dead is hung, she finally understands: modern medicine is the blade, a heart devoted to protecting the people is its sheath, and he is the sword at her side as she hacks through every obstacle.