In her previous life, Shen Ci must have dug up the ancestral graves of the imperial physician's family. In this life, she went from being the quasi-heir of the No. 1 Medicine Hall in the capital to being a member of a criminal family exiled to the border. Good news: her father has been exiled, and she has come with him as the "additional head", so she doesn't have to be a canary in a cage for the time being. Bad news: This is Yanmen Pass, the wind is colder than a knife, the rice is harder than sand, open eyes are yellow sand, closed eyes are evil spirits. Oh, those evil spirits are the soldiers stationed at the border. As soon as she arrived at the military camp, Shen Ci was threatened. The military doctor looked her up and down: "Young lady from the capital? Don't be frightened by the smell of blood. We don't lack vases here, we only lack hands." Shen Ci smiled slightly, showing her white teeth: "It's easy to say, my hands can not only mix fragrance and make ointment, but also join bones and tendons. But you, did you mistake 'Sichuan Wu' for 'Cao Wu' when you treated Captain Zhang's leg injury last time?" The old military doctor's face turned green on the spot. From then on, the painting style of Yanmen Pass began to deviate. "Doctor Shen! Wang Er's arrow wound is split again. Please take a look!" "Doctor Shen! Li Si had vomiting and diarrhea after returning from patrol yesterday. Is he possessed by evil spirits?" "Doctor Shen! Our boss said that the calming soup you prescribed is more potent than wine. Can you have another pot?" Every day, Shen Ci was either collecting herbs, making medicine, or on the way to see a doctor. She was so busy that she barely touched the ground, and her life became the home of her career. It's just that the general of Zhenbei, who is known as the "Living King of Hell", looks at her more and more wrongly. At first, he scowled coldly: "Woman, don't play tricks." Later, he silently handed over the water bag:
