Su Qingwan is dead. The moment she died before ascending to immortality, Emperor Xuanyuan, the Taoist monk she had loved all her life, personally sent her soul back to the Nine Netherworld with a glass of poisonous wine she had prepared. The reason is that the Fairy Bai Yueguang in his heart is frail and sick, and he cannot bear to see a poisonous cultivator like her who is full of "filth". When she opened her eyes again, she became a dying orphan girl abandoned by her family. It's good that in this life, she gave up drugs and became a doctor. Xuan Yuan, don't you think that my poisonous aura has polluted your Bai Yueguang? Then I will be the cleanest medical fairy in the world, saving lives and healing the wounded, and my merits will be immeasurable. I want you to see with your own eyes how I use your most despised means to walk in front of you step by step and trample you and everything you cherish under my feet. ——At first, no one took this country doctor seriously. Until she saved a sect elder who was declared dead by the first alchemist with a few silver needles; until she cured the incurable poison that ravaged the three cities with a dose of decoction, and all the people knelt down and worshiped her like a god; until she became the guest of countless powerful men and overlords, and the "diagnosis money" they owed was to the sect, power, and loyalty. Su Qingwan's medical clinic has only one rule: only save the people who deserve to be saved, and the consultation fee will be whatever I set. The enemies who used to be so aloof now spent all their wealth and knelt down for three days in order to beg her for a pill. Su Qingwan slowly wiped the silver needle and smiled gently and kindly: "I'm sorry, the root cause of your disease is life. I can't cure it, so just wait for death." Later, Emperor Xuanyuan, who had already ascended to the immortal world, finally discovered that the lover he had killed with his own hands had actually used another posture.
