The 1970S Military Marriage: A Sharp-Tongued Miracle Doctor Marries a Stern Officer

Genius traditional Chinese medicine practitioner Jiang Nanxing transmigrates into a book set in the 1970s, only to find herself about to be sold off by her parasitic parents to a disabled man with the mind of a child. When she turns her head, she sees a stern-faced military officer, He Lin, lying beside her, every inch a man of upright character. Morality? When survival is at stake, shamelessness is humanity’s shining virtue! When she pressures him to marry her, He Lin would rather take off his uniform than accept responsibility. “Stop scheming. Don’t imagine I’ll marry you.” Jiang Nanxing nods, unfazed. “Got it. I’ll go on a blind date and find myself another meal ticket.” But just as she hits it off with her date, He Lin, eyes red, pins her against the wall and drags her to the Civil Affairs Bureau, grinding his teeth in fury. Jiang Nanxing: Hah. Men. * After following the army to its residential compound, Jiang Nanxing returns to her old profession and becomes a barefoot doctor. Her guiding principle is “treating the sick is no match for gossiping and seeing the worst people off,” and her clinic becomes a living hell for every scoundrel. A wife-beater forces his wife to drink a fertility remedy, but he is the one with a low sperm count. He begs her to keep it secret. Jiang Nanxing turns to his wife and says, “Your fate with children lies in the east. You won’t have kids with your current husband in this lifetime. Find a man surnamed Zhang, and you’ll have a full house of boys and girls.” A hypocritical leader cheats on his wife and catches a disease, then demands that she keep quiet. Jiang Nanxing readily agrees, then turns to his wife and says, “Your husband’s been overworking and has too much internal heat. Big sis, don’t just sit around either. Find yourself a young man to help balance your yin and yang.” The whole military district’s patients yell, “Jiang Nanxing, where’s your medical ethics?!” Jiang Nanxing spreads her hands innocently. “Come on, did I let a single word about your condition slip?”