Transmigrated into the 1970s as a poor girl traded in a marriage arrangement?
Her biological parents tie her to a handcart, while the whole village waits to watch her cry. She’s starving and barely clinging to life, but all she can look at is the bloated plow ox by the village entrance.
The old veterinarian shakes his head. “There’s no saving it.”
She rolls off the cart, her voice hoarse. “I can save it! If I can’t, I’ll pay with my life!”
One injection, and the ox gets back up. The whole village erupts.
A doctorate in zoology in her previous life, she brings with her a head full of modern veterinary knowledge and a laboratory pocket dimension. In this brutal era, she’s determined to use her skills to carve out a way to survive.
A marriage swap? Breaking off the engagement?
Sorry, but every animal in this village answers to me.
