After three years of marriage, for the sake of my wife's medical dream, I was willing to hide in the market and work as a gynecologist in a community hospital. I used my ancestral medical skills to anonymously save her from medical difficulties time and time again, but in exchange she and her wealthy "senior brother" threw down a piece of divorce agreement in my clinic: "A quack like you is not even worthy of carrying my senior brother's shoes." On the day she left the house, no one knew that the community doctor she despised was the medical genius who shocked the world three years ago with a fragment of "The Yellow Emperor's Foreign Canon", but was falsely accused of academic misconduct and disappeared.
