In her previous life, she was the best knife in the back house of the capital.
Ladies and ladies came to her to buy medicine, but she only took care of the cash and never asked who the medicine was for. She thought it was a rule, a matter of decency, and the ability to settle down and live in peace. It wasn't until she was treated as an outcast and given poisonous wine that she realized that from beginning to end she was just a tool that could be thrown away after use.
When he woke up again, the first guest was already sitting in the main room waiting for him. Still the same face, still the same words "Ms. Shen, prepare another copy of the medicine from last time for me."
She smiled and handed over the medicine bag.
The medicine contains the insignificant angelica root. But combined with the tonic that the customer always has at home, it will leave an indelible mark on the skin - a mark that only she can recognize.
She doesn't ask about her past life. In this life, she will record everyone's secrets in the medical record book. Every payment is a debt they owe her.
