Shen Jinghong, a master of surgery, once transformed into an ancient medical woman, but she started in hell mode. People here don't know what bacteria are, they don't know what viruses are, and they don't know what science is. Headache? Bear with it. Hands shaking? Wasted. Injuried? Rely on internal strength to resist. Shen Jinghong: "..." Your world will be over sooner or later. In order to survive, she had to hang up the "Xing Lin Chun" sign and pretend to be an ordinary country doctor. As a result, the painting style of Jianghu began to become strange - The world-famous swordsman had a splitting headache late at night. Shen Jinghong took out a board of aspirin: "Here, take two tablets a day, take after meals." Swordsman: What kind of magic pill is this? It melts in your mouth and gives you a good night's sleep! The murderous Demon Sect Knife Kuang's hands were shaking. Shen Jinghong took out a syringe and said, "Don't move. I'll give you a shot to seal it." Knife Kuang: What kind of hidden weapon is this? After one shot, my knife was faster than before! The leader of the martial arts alliance was plotted and was poisoned. Shen Jinghong went directly to the scalpel: "Get ready for a blood transfusion. The family will sign a critical illness notice." Everyone:? ? ? Shen Jinghong originally wanted to save money and retire safely, until an unprecedented plague swept through the martial arts world. When all the miraculous medicines and deep inner strength were at a loss, the heads of various sects and hidden masters finally remembered the little medical girl who always used "crooked methods" to treat diseases. That day, they held up their respective medical records and lined up in an endless queue in front of her small medical clinic. Shen Jinghong held his forehead and sighed: "As I said, you have to queue up to register, first come, first served, and the alliance leader cannot jump in the queue!"
