On a spring rainy night in the first year of Yongle, at the northern foot of Yanshan Mountain, she hummed a wild tune to snatch someone from the hands of the King of Hell. The silver needle sealed the pulse, and the medicinal mud stopped the bleeding. He even dared to smile and take the bill to the prince: "The consultation fee is five hundred taels, please record it in the account!"
From then on, Zhu Di's tracing list added an eccentric female doctor who sometimes pretended to be a beggar woman to fight the plague, and sometimes broke into the palace at night to exchange poison prescriptions. She threw fireworks to save the orphans in Jing Dynasty, dared to use her own medicine to cure diseases in the military camp, and always disrupted His Highness King Yan's chess game with the ringing of the bell on her waist.
"To open a Taiping Medical Clinic, the prince must pay for it and support it!" She blinked and calculated step by step, but she didn't calculate the growing heat in her phoenix eyes. How do doctors help the world in troubled times? Let's see the ghost doctor Yiyi laughing in the mountains and rivers, the silver needle fixing the wind and clouds, and the copper bell shocking the sun and moon - the iron-blooded emperor will never forget the thrill of mint-scented mixed blood energy in this life.
