“Zhou Yanci, everyone in the family compound says you can't perform. Are you going to take this medicated bath or not?”
The man grabbed her mischievous, slender wrist. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was so hoarse it was almost unbearable. “Doctor Su, am I sterile?”
In the late 1970s, Su Banxia breaks ties with the Su family, where she'd been treated as a “walking blood bank.” Armed with remarkable traditional Chinese medical skills, she winds up marrying a rugged army officer stationed with a local unit, a man famed for his “cold, aloof nature and sterility.” She expects them to simply share a home: she'll treat patients and earn meat coupons, while he'll take cold showers in the middle of the night. But after they marry, the aloof officer turns clingy, demanding “acupuncture and massage” every day. The awful relatives and jealous nurses who were waiting to see her live as a widow are stunned. Wasn't he supposed to be sterile? Why is Doctor Su showing already?
