Wang Xiaole, the youngest deputy chief physician of cardiac surgery at the city hospital, was used to the precision and calmness under the shadowless lamp, but on his exhausting return trip after a late-night emergency call, he was swept into chaos by a sudden bright light. When she opened her eyes again, her white coat was replaced by rough linen, and the smell of disinfectant was replaced by the smell of earth and vegetation—she had actually traveled to the Xia Dynasty, where historical records were unclear.
There are no ECG monitors, no antibiotics, only cracks in tortoise shells for sacrifices and divination, and tribal alliances maintained by blood. She rescued a boy who was considered "ominous", but was jealous of the clan elders because of his different words and deeds; she used modern first aid knowledge to treat arrow wounds, but was regarded as having "the power of the gods".
Si Qi, the taciturn and sharp-eyed tribal leader, initially regarded her as an anomaly, but after witnessing her "magic" skills to save people and her tenacity in desperate situations, his frozen heart gradually melted. In this era of intertwined ignorance and civilization, Wang Xiaole not only struggled to survive, but also quietly developed feelings that spanned three thousand years in the collision with Si Qi. However, when modern medicine meets ancient beliefs, and when personal love meets tribal survival, where should she go?
