Master Surgeon: The Marquis’s Stand-In Wife Is Done Playing Along

A scalpel can save lives, and it can also cut open this cruel world that devours people.

Su Qingyuan, a top surgeon, died in the instant an operating table short-circuited. When she opened her eyes again, she had become the substitute bride of the Anping Marquis's household, slashing her wrists on her wedding night.

The red candles flickered. The man named Chu Lingfeng gripped her chin, his voice icy. “Remember, you're only Wan'er's shadow.”

The original owner had been forced into marriage, humiliated, and driven to take her own life. Su Qingyuan, who had transmigrated into her body, simply wiped the blood from her wrist and looked at the set of bronze surgical instruments that had inexplicably appeared in her makeup box. The pattern on the handles was exactly the same as the emblem in a modern operating room.

As everyone waited to watch the substitute's miserable life unfold, she tore up the script instead.

A plague in the household? She set up an isolation ward and purified liquor for disinfection, saving the marquis's trusted aide in three days.

At the palace banquet? When the real white moonlight appeared, she stood up in front of everyone. “My lord, would you like me to give up my seat?” The whole room was stunned.

The emperor suddenly dies? With a round of CPR, she snatches him from the King of Hell and earns the title “Miracle-Working Lady” before the throne.

Everyone calls her a fake, but her medical skills make her shine brighter than the original.

She opens a clinic, cures terminal illnesses, establishes a medical academy, and saves the people from a plague. The powerful who once cast her aside now kneel and beg her for a life-saving silver needle. And the Anping Marquis, who coldly warned her not to cross the line, now silently waits with a lantern at the mouth of the alley when she makes house calls late at night, and uses his military power to protect her when political enemies close in.

Until one day, someone steps out before the enemy ranks on the northern frontier: a white coat, gold-rimmed glasses, and crude penicillin in hand. He smiles. “Doctor Su, it's time we transmigrators set the rules of this world's game.”