The fourteenth year of the Republic of China, Luo'an City.
As soon as the clapper was struck at the fifth watch, the Marshal's Mansion became a mess. The maids and servants were running in the corridors carrying copper basins of hot water, and the sound of military boots on the ground could be heard one after another. Commander Zhang Zongyao suddenly fell to the ground during morning exercises. He was lying on the carved bed at the moment, his face was like gold paper and his lips were black and blue.
"A bunch of trash!" Wang, the marshal's wife, threw the teacup on the ground, and the broken porcelain fragments splashed on the leather boots of the military doctors. "What's the point of raising you? You can't even diagnose the cause of the disease!"
