I woke up in a tomb after being transmigrated into the body of a crown princess who had been sacrificed in her husband's burial, and I was being buried alive.
The Imperial Medical Bureau was on its knees, crying, “Have mercy, Ghost Lady!” I grabbed a gold hairpin and used it to bleed the Crown Prince, trying to save his life.
“Give it half a moment longer, and every one of you would be buried with him.”
The reigning Crown Prince, Li Heng, coughed up blood and asked, “Are you human or a ghost?”
I ripped open his bloodstained robe. “I'm a doctor. Now shut up and lie still.”
Later, when a plague swept through Chang'an, I wrote down an isolation plan and handed it to him.
His hand trembled as he held the rice paper. “These words... why are they exactly the same as what I saw in my dream?”
And on that sheet of paper was the unfinished medical record I had been writing before my car accident.
