I am a female doctor on death row. Those who cannot be saved in the hospital can be saved with three injections. The imperial doctor refused to admit defeat, so I asked him to kneel down and call his aunt.
The prime minister locked me in a deep house, Mr. Zhou put arsenic in my porridge, and someone licked my windows at night. I'm not afraid. I inserted a silver needle into the window hole and said, "I'll pierce your tongue next time."
Someone wants my life. I waited all night. What's waiting is not a killer, but an old friend.
"Follow me."
During Zheng He's seventh voyage to the West, I was exiled from the fleet. Storms, plagues, and rebellions at sea, I used a silver needle to become the ship's doctor. The Europeans said I was a witch and wanted to burn me to death. On the stake, I shouted: "Let me cure that person. If he can't be cured, he will be burned again."
Cured. The whole crowd knelt down.
The king vindicated my name, the pope begged me to cure my illness. Of the sixteen disciples, ten died and six lived. I met a fellow villager at the dock in Lisbon. He told me that Mrs. Zhou was dying, and he knelt down and begged me for help.
I touched the bag of my hometown in my arms and never looked back.
My name is Murong Suxin. I came from Daming and never went back.
