She died suddenly in the operating room, then woke up as a frail princess consort in ancient times.
The original owner had been poisoned for three years and was barely clinging to life. The secondary consort hid a knife behind her smile, bringing her "tonics" every day. The decisive and ruthless prince did not even spare her a glance.
Ha, who cares?
She leisurely opened her medicine chest. Sorry, I'm a PhD in cardiac surgery.
Poisoning? One silver needle will teach you a lesson. Plague? In three days, she slapped an isolation plan in front of the Imperial Medical Academy. On the battlefield, she rescued the wounded, snatching lives back from the King of Hell.
When an arrow pierced the prince's arm, she calmly removed the arrowhead. "Don't move." The prince stared at her bloodstained face, his expression changing. "Who exactly are you?"
She wiped her hands. "Someone you can't afford to provoke."
Later, when an artificially spread plague broke out in the capital, she tested the medicine on herself and hovered on the brink of death.
The man who had once regarded her with contempt guarded her for three days and nights, eyes bloodshot. "If you dare to die, I'll chase you all the way to the underworld and drag you back."
From cast-off princess consort to medical sage, from the prince's estate to the whole realm.
With a single scalpel, she cured the illnesses of an entire age.
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Power couple of healer and prince | Face-slapping wish fulfillment | Love after marriage | Heart-wrenching self-experimentation
