[The surgical master's hand is transformed into a substitute for happiness, watch how she can change her fate against the will of heaven, control life and death, and even control other people's hearts]
Shen Qingci, a top cardiac surgeon, died suddenly on the operating table and was reborn as Shen Huaiyu, an abandoned daughter of Dajing Chaotai Hospital.
A face that looked very similar to that of King Yan Bai Yueguang became her only value in being forced to be happy.
The sedan was carried into the tomb of the living dead. Her husband, King Yan Xiao Jue, was poisoned and was on the verge of death. He was unconscious and the whole house was waiting for her to be buried with him.
On their wedding night, she lifted her hijab.
Check the pulse and observe the color, insert the gold needle into the acupoint, and debridement with bare hands.
He tore up the prescription from Tai Hospital in public and said: "If I give him this poison again, he won't survive the third watch!"
In the dead silence that filled the room, she glanced coldly at the people with different expressions:
"From today on, his life is under my control."
At first, when Xiao Jue woke up, he only thought she was an interesting stand-in.
The appearance is in harmony with the spirit, and each takes what he needs.
He needs her unpredictable medical skills to stabilize the situation.
She needs his identity as Princess Yan to survive.
Later, he looked at her:
At the palace banquet, he argued against the imperial doctor's order and saved the Queen Mother from dying, showing his sharp edge;
In the battlefield, he innovated the wounded barracks and defeated the enemy's poisonous plans, which was a stunning talent;
The court was turbulent, and she stood side by side with him, making every effort to push the enemy into despair step by step.
It was also discovered that the life experience of the "Bai Yueguang" who died young is a mystery, and is actually inextricably and horribly related to her origin...
When he was completely defeated, he crushed all the past about the substitute, pressed against her and asked: "Who are you?"
She held the scalpel against his heart with a smile as bright as a flower:
"Your Majesty, don't you think it's too late to ask now?"
"Your life is mine, and you are mine, too.
