There is a half-volume green bag, and the fragrance of medicine lingers. As the only daughter of an imperial physician, Xu Yining grew up surrounded by medicine stoves and pulse tables. She is used to seeing suffering, but she cannot see through the injustice of this world. Rumors abounded, saying that Nan Heng, who was stationed at the border, was a murderous god and an evil spirit that brought trouble to the imperial court. But she used the eyes of a doctor to see through falsehoods and saw the truth behind the rumors - the general guarded the country and protected the people. The armor in the wind and sand was stained with blood, and he was also sincere. What's even more puzzling is that he himself - he clearly cares about being a commoner and carries the security of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains on his shoulders, yet he insists on acting like an unruly and ambitious person, allowing the stigma to be added to him without saying a word.
Xu Yining doesn't understand the intrigues of the court, nor does he understand the subtleties of people's hearts. She is just a doctor. For her, things in this world are mostly just two things - healing people and healing hearts, that's enough.
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