The Scent of Medicine Stains the Sword: the Medical Woman Saves the Swordsman

I am an apprentice at a small medical clinic in Jiangnan. I saved a masked man covered in blood on a rainy night. The sword wound on his waist was so deep that the bones could be seen, but he was still protecting the carved wooden box. "Don't open it," he grabbed my hand before unconsciousness, "you will die." Three days later, officers and soldiers surrounded the medical center: "Hand over the secret treasure of the previous dynasty and I will spare your life." I trembled to prepare the medicine, but I heard him chuckle in the room: "What are you afraid of?" His blood-stained fingertips brushed the side of my neck: "In the box is the bride price, to marry you!"