Song Ci, a modern forensic doctor, spent ten years on the autopsy table, and when she opened her eyes, she became the substitute daughter-in-law in an ancient sadistic novel.
The fate of the original owner: to marry Xiao Jue, the cold-faced King of Hell, Jing Wang, who had crippled legs, poisoned heart, and could not live more than three months. The marriage failed, and he was buried.
On the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, the groom lies on the wedding couch, breathing heavily out of breath but little in. The hall is full of guests waiting to carry the coffin.
Song Ci rolled up his sleeves and took out nine silver needles——
"Give it a try, I've seen too many dead bodies, this one can still be saved."
She pricked the needle and the King of Hell opened his eyes.
From then on, there was a strange scene in the capital: Princess Jing conducted an autopsy and concluded the case in court during the day, and gave the prince acupuncture and treatment on his leg at night; she uncovered the prince's poisonous wine bureau with her front legs, and pried off the prince's coffin board with her hind legs.
Everyone said that Princess Jing was crazy for holding a dead man and giving her acupuncture.
Only Xiao Jue knew that this woman, fearless of heaven and earth, was the only light in the dark night when he had been pretending to be crazy and acting stupid for three years and endured humiliation.
He pretended to be useless for three years and set up a chess game to overturn the capital; she blocked the knife for him, performed autopsies, checked accounts, and overturned the case, and smoothly pulled out the poisoned emperor, the uncle who collaborated with the enemy, and the queen who murdered someone with a borrowed knife - one by one from under the chessboard.
Until the day when the truth came out, she took a knife to draw blood, using her own energy and blood as a guide to take out half of the broken ice-iron needle that had been buried in his leg for three years.
He grabbed her hand and his eyes turned red: "Song Ci, I would rather sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life."
She didn't even raise her head: "If you dare to die at Yanmen Pass, I will remarry; if you dare to be lame for the rest of your life, I will stab you for the rest of your life."
——The cold-faced King of Hell finally stood up.
He said: From now on, I will hold you in my arms for thousands of miles.
Good looking, compact plot