On the first day Su Miaomiao entered the arena, she set a rule for herself: saving people depends on their mood, killing people depends on the weather. Good news: Su Miaomiao has excellent medical skills. She is known as "the king of hell robs people in his hands and the god of death dances in front of him." As long as you still have breath, she can mend it for you. Bad news: This miracle doctor is not only a poison master, but also a severe facial control and emotional person. The medical fee for saving people does not require gold, silver or jewelry. It may only require you to have a piece of your hair, or you may be asked to sing hero songs to your enemies for three days. There are rumors in the world that where Su Miaomiao has gone, there is tragedy all over the place - the heroes who were rescued by her all covered their faces and said: "I would rather die by the sword than live under her prescription." The well-known and upright senior brother was poisoned by a strange poison. Su Miaomiao said slowly while peeling melon seeds: "I can save you, but you have to belly dance for the leader of the demon sect next door." Senior brother: "... A scholar cannot be killed but not humiliated!" Su Miaomiao moved her needle up and down with a sweet smile: "Oh, let me poison you first so that you won't curse when you dance." Without a system or space, Su Miaomiao relied on her superb golden needles and thousands of poisons that can make people live or die. A certain "sick man" prince who had been pretending to be weak came over and said, "Miaomiao, my heart hurts. Please give me an acupuncture." Su Miaomiao didn't even raise her head: "My heart hurts? That's a beautiful thought. I suggest you dig it out and wash it." Let's see how a generation of poison doctors elegantly manufactured poisons in the bloody world, while rewriting the script as they pleased. After all, your life is yours, but the rules are mine.
