This martial world is seriously ill. And I’m the one who treats the toughest cases.
My name is Lin Suwen, a traveling physician who wants nothing more than to heal the sick and save lives.
That is, until I rescue a badly wounded boy in black at a ruined temple on a rainy night. The reverse-scale brand on the back of his neck and his delirious murmur of “Luo Family Manor” are like a key, opening a door to an endless abyss.
From then on, my medicine chest never knows a moment’s peace.
The Embroidered Uniform Guard tosses a corpse killed by a strange poison in front of me, saying it’s connected to a major treason case;
The martial arts alliance leader begs me to reconnect severed meridians, offering a lost volume of the Qing Nang Fragments as payment;
And the assassin called “Ying,” whom I saved and who now refuses to leave, is always polishing his blade late at night, saying his life belongs to me. He’ll repay the debt of being saved with the skills he uses to kill.
I only meant to treat ordinary people, but now I’m being forced to diagnose the entire martial world.
One bizarre “medical case” after another comes my way: claw marks inside the coffin of the lord of Luo Family Manor, found seven days after his death; a rising martial arts star who dies of exhaustion after a wild celebration; a strange plague that suddenly breaks out in Jiangning, the capital of medicine…
Beneath the silver needles, the truth is more terrifying than poison
Every clue points to a secret medicine called “Elixir of Immortality” and the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, an organization lurking in the shadows of the dynasty.
They treat the human world as a pharmacy and all living beings as ingredients. What kind of world-shaking “great elixir” are they trying to concoct?
Am I a doctor who treats people, or… a pawn in someone else’s game?
When the martial world is sick, the imperial court is sick, and the whole realm is sick
Who will heal this troubled world?
