Jiang Fuling, hailed as a medical genius in the twenty-first century, opens her eyes to find herself transformed into Jiang Doukou, the third young lady of a marquis’s household, a doormat everyone can bully. Faced with her half-sister’s provocations, her stepmother’s schemes, and her good-for-nothing father’s indifference, she scoffs. “You want to mess with me? I was debating medical ethics in the ICU back in the modern world before your ancestors were even born!”
The good news is that she has a Medical System bound to her. Treating patients earns points she can exchange for miraculous skills, letting her make money and turn her life around at the same time.
The bad news is that before she can even enjoy her points, her good-for-nothing father sends her off by imperial decree to marry a great general rumored to have killed three wives and slaughtered countless people, a living King of Hell.
On their wedding night, red candles flicker as he lifts her veil with the wedding scale.
Jiang Fuling leans back on instinct, glancing at the man’s excessively handsome yet ice-cold face, then at the firm abs barely visible beneath his open wedding robe.
She immediately gives in and raises her hands in surrender. “General, wait! I’m a good doctor, and I can make money. We can talk this out. We could marry first and fall in love later. If that doesn’t work, we can open a private hospital together and split the profits fifty-fifty.”
Pei Jin looks at the fearless little woman before him, her eyes darting about, and the corner of his thin lips curls into an unreadable smile. He leans toward her, pinches her delicate chin, and brushes his thumb over her lips. His voice is low and husky.
“Why talk about all that when we have such a precious night together?”
“If you really have the skills, why not take a look at…”
“the strange affliction that supposedly makes me a wife-killer?”
When a fiercely independent genius doctor crosses paths with a scheming general, who will be the first to fall in love in this marriage that began as a ploy?