Snowy night. Her mother threw her into a mass grave with a high fever.
"Damn girl, keep it and waste food."
Three-and-a-half-year-old Bai Zhi's whole body was boiling with fever, dead people were pressing on her body, and mice were gnawing at her fingers.
[Ding——The merit medical system is bound. The host is dying, and emergency antipyretic injection x1 is given.
She didn't die.
Later, the plague ate half of the city, and she was the only one who could cure it.
Later, the warlord asked her to save his life, and she offered a price for a pharmaceutical factory.
Later, half of my mother's face was rotten and she knelt at the door of her hospital.
Bai Zhi looked down at her, like a stranger on the roadside.
"Turn left at the registration desk. If you don't have any money, go out."
Opening gimmick/entry point (within 100 words):
Thunder roared, and a small pale hand stretched out from the pile of dead people in the mass grave.
"This little girl is not dead yet!" Two homeless men approached with knives.
Bai Zhi opened her eyes suddenly, and a cold light flashed on her fingertips.
"Get out!" She yelled in a milky voice.
Two anesthesia needles were accurately inserted into the homeless man's neck, and the two fell to the ground.
Beautiful, very beautiful.