Dressed as an abandoned concubine of the royal palace, the whole capital laughed at me for being a fool who rose to power by relying on happiness.
But they don't know that I carry a modern medical library.
The prince was seriously injured and on the verge of death, so my backhand was a thoracotomy.
The Queen Mother has suffered from headaches for many years, and the silver needles used to relieve pain attracted everyone's admiration.
Until at the palace banquet, the prince of the enemy country proposed to marry him in public: "I would like to exchange three cities for this miraculous doctor."
The prince, who had been watching with cold eyes, suddenly dropped his wine glass and pulled me into his arms:
"The king's concubine is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
