In her previous life, Lin Wanqiu, a female surgeon, was conspired by her "good sister" and her hypocrite husband to have her heart and lungs ripped out, and she died tragically on a rainy night during the Qingming Festival.
Once I opened my eyes, I returned to the Qingming grave in 1980, with a bloody sickle still clutched in my hand!
In this life, go to hell with being kind, courteous and thrifty!
With a very stable scalpel, she worked her way from a barefoot doctor in the countryside to the number one knife in the Chinese medical field. Revenge and career are both on her mind, but the unattainable and powerful unrelated "brother-in-law" Shen Yanzhou in her previous life looked at her with darker and darker eyes.
In the quiet night of the health clinic, the man pressed her against the yellowed white wall, his rough fingertips with calluses caressed her delicate hands holding the scalpel inch by inch, and his voice was low and breathy: "In late autumn, you are not even afraid of being disemboweled. Why do your legs go weak when you see your uncle?"
