After transmigrating into the body of a human medicine ingredient, I was forced to give up heart blood every month to save his one true love.
Everyone said it was the only use for my lowly bloodline.
But they didn’t know...
I was a renowned physician in my previous life, able to determine life and death with a single silver needle.
In the dungeon, I used a hairpin to press an acupoint and fake my death to escape;
in the mass grave, I treated the “dead” and founded an underground medical alliance;
at a palace banquet, I exposed the shocking fraud behind the claim that “heart blood can be used as medicine.”
Later, the man who had once taken my heart blood knelt before my clinic,
begging me to save him.
Holding a silver needle, I smiled faintly:
“Shall I pierce your heart this time?”
