Jiang Fuling, a genius recognized by the medical community in the 21st century, turned into Jiang Doukou, the scorned third lady in the Hou family who could be bullied by everyone. Faced with the difficulties faced by her concubine, her stepmother's schemes, and her scumbag father's indifference, she chuckled: Are you playing with me? When I played the ICU Ethics Conference in modern times, your ancestors were not even born yet!
The good news is that the medical skill system is bundled with you. As long as you treat illnesses and save people, you can earn points and redeem magical skills, making money and counterattacking.
The bad news is that before the points were settled, the scumbag father sent her out with an imperial edict - to marry the rumored general who killed three wives and killed many people like hell.
On the wedding night, the red candles flickered and the wedding scales fell.
Jiang Fuling strategically leaned back and glanced at the man's overly handsome but cold face, as well as the looming firm abdominal muscles under his slightly open wedding dress.
She gave in decisively and raised her hands in surrender: "General, wait a minute! I am good at medicine and can make money, and everything is easy to discuss. We can get married first and fall in love later. If that doesn't work, how about we jointly open a private hospital and split the money 50-50?"
Pei Jin looked at the little woman with rolling eyes and no fear in front of him, and his thin lips curved into a smile with unknown meaning. He leaned forward, held her small chin, rubbed her lips with his fingertips, and spoke in a low and hoarse voice:
"What are you talking about at this moment of spring?"
"If you really have the ability, you might as well show it to me first..."
"My strange 'wife-killing' disease."
When the anti-bone miracle doctor meets the sinister general, who is the first to be sincere in this marriage that started out of calculation?
