A Master of Medicine and Poison Transmigrates, and the Warlord King Goes Wild for Her

Transmigration, pocket dimension, firearms, revenge, medical skills, Boom! Flames roared into the sky from a secret modern underground base for medicine and poisons. A massive explosion shattered steel and concrete, while billowing smoke swallowed everything. Jiang Lingxi stood quietly in the center of the collapsing chamber, not a ripple in her eyes. She was the sole heir to China’s orthodox tradition of Chinese medicine, passed down for a thousand years. Her miraculous hands could heal the dead, her poison arts could subdue all foes, and she was the supreme leader of a dark organization that commanded fear throughout the global underworld. The warm jade pocket dimension she wore close to her body was an heirloom passed down to her by her grandfather. It was stocked with rare century-old medicinal herbs, a complete set of state-of-the-art surgical instruments, all kinds of weapons and ammunition, and mountains of food, supplies, and clothing. It was her greatest trump card in both the criminal underworld and the legitimate world. But today, the traitor she trusted most had betrayed her, and explosives had completely destroyed the base. The human heart was treacherous, and there was no guarding against it all. A second before her consciousness sank into darkness, Jiang Lingxi calmly closed her eyes. Dajing, Taohua County, the Jiang family estate. I’ve transmigrated.