[Cool-headed physician × live-in son-in-law regent]
She saved him out of compassion. He deceived her because he loved her too deeply.
Shen Qingdai, an outcast of Medicine King Valley, wants nothing more than to quietly practice medicine in her clinic in this backwater village. On a snowy night in the twelfth lunar month, a man covered in blood collapses at her door. She should have shut it.
But in his eyes she sees something she hasn't seen in a long time: not the will to survive, but trust.
She saves the man, but he remembers nothing and cannot speak. His eyes are as clear as a newborn's. She names him “A Ye” and teaches him to read, chop wood, and draw water.
The first complete sentence he writes is, “Qingdai, you aren't cold.”
Then soldiers surround the village. His former subordinates kneel before him. A battle flag embroidered with the character “Xiao” snaps in the wind
The mute live-in son-in-law she took in is Xiao Xuanye, son of the Prince of Beiliang, General Who Guards the North, and a man stabbed in the back by the person he trusted most.
He remembers everything, including his country's hatred and his family's feud. Kneeling before her, he says, “Qingdai, wait for me to come back.”
She turns and closes the door.
“In a physician's eyes, there are only patients, never generals.”
But he really does come back. He wants no title as general or regent, and no dominion over the realm. He brings only his old ax and stands outside the Life-Sustaining Hall, wearing the old cotton robe she made for him, his hair tied back with the strip of cloth she used.
“Your live-in son-in-law still wants the job. Will you take me back?”
When an outcast of Medicine King Valley saves a general with no memories, and a mute live-in son-in-law turns out to be a returning god of war
The finest medicine in this world saves your life; the deepest bond begins when you collapse at my door.
