I Turn the Capital Upside Down with My Mastery of Medicine and Poison

A bone-deep chill was the first thing she felt as she regained consciousness.

Next came endless darkness and a suffocating sense of pressure.

Her nostrils were filled with the foul stench of cheap pine mixed with blood. Every breath was like swallowing poison laced with grit, burning her parched throat.

Liu Rushuang felt around beside her with her fingertips and touched the rough, uneven inner wall of a wooden box.

A coffin.

She was actually inside a coffin.

Her lips felt dry and painfully cracked. Without thinking, she ran her tongue over them, and the taste of rust exploded across her palate.

Her muddled thoughts whirled wildly through her mind like fragments caught in a gale.

She was a woman at the pinnacle of the modern world, holding doctorates in both medicine and toxicology.

But the last thing she had seen was her most respected mentor personally injecting a lethal drug into her vein, while the friend she had regarded as family stood by with a cold, triumphant smile playing on her lips.

The agony of betrayal had carved itself into her more deeply than death itself.