In the 16th year of the Republic of China, I set foot in Shanghai with Western medical books.
Everyone said that the young master of the Su family was as gentle as jade and helped the world.
I just laughed at their blindness, they were clearly poisonous scorpions wrapped in long robes.
He used secret medicine to steal my first surgery patient on the street, and burned the Western medicine prescriptions I had painstakingly studied.
On the day I tore up the red paper engagement contract, gunfire dyed the Huangpu River red.
In the smoke of gunfire, I opened the field hospital, only to find him kneeling in the rain with the little apprentice covered in blood on his back:
"Can Miss Qin's medicine be distributed to the grassroots?"
The paper handed over was clearly my burned prescription, and it was signed seventeen years ago——
My father's suicide note before he was swallowed by the flood to save him.
