I transmigrated into a horror game as an NPC, and the System told me to scream for 60 seconds while a female ghost chased me.
The moment Madam Blood Moon broke down the door, I handed her some brown sugar ginger tea. “You have severe menstrual cramps, not a difficult labor.”
Every ghost in the entire instance fell silent.
Later, the Evil Spirit Hospital was transformed into a pain care center. Headless nurses queued up to register, Qing dynasty consorts confided in them about five centuries of cold-palace aches, and even a tough ghost from the steel mill next door sent a message burned into paper: “You really treat stomach pain? For men and women?”
Here, every pain that has been overlooked is met with tenderness.
Because pain knows no gender, and treatment knows no class.
At last, the words “No one ever asked if I was hurting” finally found an answer.
A healing story that defies convention · Medical profession · Epic ensemble cast · Multidimensional healing
