The Crippled King and the Poisonous Concubine, the Doctor's Hand Covers the Sky

The biting chill came not from the lingering snow outside the window, but from deep within this body. Su Qingning struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and everything in her sight was blurred. A strange smell of inferior incense mixed with medicinal residue lingered on the tip of her nose, which tortured her sense of smell as a modern forensic doctor.