Emergency physician Lin Yuan collapsed in the lounge after rescuing nine patients in a row.
When I woke up, there were nine simple marriage letters with golden light on my body.
The owner of the first marriage letter broke into the operating room with his bodyguard that day: "I signed the divorce agreement and I will give you five million."
Lin Yuan looked at the black gas billowing inside the patient's body on the CT machine, then looked at the arrogant fiancée outside the door, and silently picked up the scalpel.
"It's okay to break off the engagement, but wait until I finish the operation."
That day, all the doctors watched Lin Yuan use silver needles to seal the patient's "non-existent" acupuncture points.
That day, his fiancée watched Lin Yuan take out a wisp of black energy from the patient's chest and condense it into a "Yin evil bead" that was only recorded in ancient books.
After that day, two lines formed at the door of Lin Yuan's clinic:
One is a terminally ill patient holding a consultation form from an expert.
One is a stunning beauty holding a marriage certificate, a magical weapon, and an ancient secret book.
Under the shadowless light in the operating room, Lin Yuan held the blood-stained scalpel and smiled slightly at the shivering Nether Sect Master:
"Don't be afraid, I'm a doctor."
"Now, I give you two choices-"
"Sign this voluntary organ donation agreement."
"Or, let me see if your golden elixir is clearer than a CT scan."
