The god of death on the battlefield, the holy hand in medicine, was dismissed by his mother-in-law as a loser? On the verge of death, Feng Lan sneered and signed the divorce agreement: "I just hope you won't kneel down and beg me to come back."
Little did he know that his silver needle could reverse yin and yang, that his hands could determine life and death, and that even terminal illnesses could be easily cured.
When a wealthy family kneels down and begs for a life-sustaining pill, when the dismissed superior cries for him to return to the team, and his former wife blocks the way with red eyes... Feng Lan hugs the most beautiful woman and flicks the supreme black card in the Temple of War in his hand: "Sorry, you can't reach it."
