[Historical court intrigue + authentic medical practice + no System + companionship through hard times + mutual healing + face-slapping comeback + two strong, straightforward leads]
The court of the Great Ye Dynasty is in turmoil. The honest officials have been framed by treacherous ministers and exiled to a bitterly cold wasteland.
Shen Banxia, born into a family of traditional physicians, transmigrates into the body of a bride sent to bring good fortune to an impoverished, disgraced official. From the start, all she has is a bare-walled house and a battered pot for brewing medicine. Her birth family mocks her and waits for her to become a widow. She slings a bamboo basket over her shoulders and looks at Pei Xingzhou, a former top graduate of the imperial examinations whose legs have been broken. He is coughing blood, yet still refuses to bend.
He closes his eyes and laughs bitterly. “I’m a cripple now, and my whole family will be executed any day. Don’t waste your effort. Run for your life.”
She calmly sets her needles. “Quiet. I know medicine and can treat you. You’re smart, so listen to me. I can keep you alive!” Before he is cured, Pei Xingzhou is utterly hopeless and only wants to die.
After he recovers, Pei Xingzhou helps his wife grind medicinal herbs by candlelight every night. “My lady, this coptis is too bitter. The only cure for my lovesickness is a hug from you.”
From then on, a couple relying on each other for survival makes their home in the bitterly cold wasteland.
He handles strategy and planning, teaching and finding ways through crises; she gathers herbs in the mountains, treats patients, and earns consultation fees.
Local quack doctors try to push her out? She lets her skills do the face-slapping! Medicine merchants monopolize the supply? She gathers herbs herself in the mountains! Assassins sent by the court come to kill them? She lays a trap and turns the tables!
Pei Xingzhou rises from a disgraced official on the brink of death to a master strategist who clears his family’s name and reclaims the position of Chief Grand Secretary. Everyone knows that the person he respects most is not the imperial court’s majesty, but his divine-doctor wife, who carried him through the snowstorm to find help and pulled him back from death with every stitch and needle.
You handle the schemes of the world; I’ll save you with my needles.