When I opened my eyes, I was in the coffin, being buried alive.
In the mourning hall of the prince and husband, I kicked open the coffin lid and crawled out: "You want me to die? Ask the King of Hell first if he agrees!"
With modern medical systems at my fingertips, I specialize in treating all kinds of complaints.
A plague that too many hospitals are helpless to deal with? Penicillin bottles hang all over the tower.
The Queen Mother has a headache? The golden needle passes through the acupoint to relieve pain on the spot.
The emperor, who was coughing up blood on the dragon bed, sneered: "If you don't treat me well, I will kill your nine tribes."
I opened his chest and raised his beating heart: "Your Majesty, before you kill the nine tribes, let's see who poisoned your heart."
When all the imperial doctors collapsed on the ground, the emperor grabbed my blood-stained hand and said, "I will give you the position of queen and stay with me."
The system suddenly warned: [Mission completed, do you want to return to modern times?
I stared at the hideous scar on his heart: "Go back? There are people here who really need my rescue."
