Shen Nianqing transmigrates.
She goes from being a deputy chief surgeon at a military hospital to a fourteen-year-old eldest daughter in a peasant family during an ancient-era drought.
Her father's leg has been rotting for six months. Doctor Liu came once, took twenty copper coins, and said there was nothing he could do.
Her mother is so thin she's all skin and bones, yet shoulders the whole family alone.
Her younger brother is ten, her younger sister six, the family's rice jar is nearly empty, and they have just seventeen copper coins.
The villagers are beginning to flee the famine.
Everyone thinks the Shen family is doomed. With a lame father, a sickly mother, and three young children, they won't survive the winter.
Shen Nianqing rolls up her sleeves.
Can't be treated? She'll treat him.
From a peasant's earthen home to a military tent, from cleaning a rotten leg to saving lives on the battlefield.
The first time the taciturn deputy commander of the border army sees her, she's crouched in the mud stitching up a soldier's abdomen. Twelve stitches, each one steady, with more blood on her hands than on the wounded man.
He watches her for a long time.
"You're a farm girl, yet your hands are steadier than the army's doctors."
Shen Nianqing doesn't even look up.
"Hold him down. Don't let him move."
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The book is very good. There are no unrealistic things. The protagonist actually relies on his own hands to live a life. He is sincere and real.