Clear Strings on the Palm of Your Hand

I, a surgeon, have become a retired queen. The system asked me to use the routine of "The Legend of Zhen Huan" to compete for favor. I performed laparotomy on the seriously injured emperor with a backhand. When he woke up, he looked at me with burning eyes, and the whole palace was rumored that I had used witchcraft. I silently took out the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" and the "Militia Military Training Guide" behind me. Competing for favor? What I want is reform.