Fetal puncture, but bad news. My name is Lin Youyou, my father is the leader of the martial arts league, and my mother is the most beautiful woman in the world. And I am the sick only daughter who is famous throughout the world and is destined not to live past the age of fifteen. In order to survive, I formulated three iron-clad health principles for myself: don't stay up late, don't eat spicy food, and don't use force. Everyone in the martial arts praised me: The young lady from the leader's family is really kind-hearted, but unfortunately she is too weak and will fall down when the wind blows. My father was so distressed that he made me Shiquan Dabu Decoction every day and ordered everyone in the villa not to mention the word "fight" in front of me. What they don't know is: What I call "early to bed and early to rise" is to get up before dawn and use the boulders in the back mountain as sandbags to become indestructible. What I call "a light diet" is to better study the art of treating poisons and to easily cure the most difficult and strange poisons in the world. What I meant by "never using force" was that I beat all the masters who came to challenge my father in the dark and windy woods, and even forced them to sign a confidentiality agreement after the beating. Seeing that my fifteenth birthday and the Hairpin Banquet are approaching, my father is already ready to celebrate my birthday. I was a little panicked. I heard that the people I beat up, including sword gods, sword kings, demon sect leaders... All said they wanted to come and give me gifts. Is my father's small mountain gate sure that it can accommodate so many "defeated generals"? Help! Can I continue my healthy salted fish life? !
