His legs aren’t crippled.
Someone poisoned him through his meridians.
On their wedding night, Su Nianwei knew the moment she took his pulse.
In her previous life, she was a doctoral student in traditional Chinese medicine who worked herself to death in a lab. In this life, she’s the Su family’s unwanted burden, beaten by her own mother and married off to a crippled veteran who walks with a cane. Her older sister picked the man with a government job, leaving her with this “cripple.”
Whether he’s crippled or not is up to her.
Nine silver needles are all she needs.
Nobody wants the astragalus root selling for three mao a jin, but she knows its price will multiply tenfold in two years.
One recipe for medicinal liquor sells out in three days, earning her forty-seven yuan in pure profit.
While the whole village is still counting work points, she’s already calculating the state supply cooperative’s purchase prices.
But she still hasn’t found who poisoned him.
