“I am the peerless divine physician of Kunlun Mountain. It’s your good fortune that I’ve taken a fancy to you. Hurry up and divorce that good-for-nothing husband of yours!”
Faced with the long-robed man who had barged into our home and was making outrageous claims, my brave and spirited wife, Qin Xueying, captain of the criminal investigation squad, drew her service pistol without hesitation. “Hands on your head. Get down!”
My name is Gu Xiuming. On the surface, I’m a gentle, refined forensic doctor; behind the scenes, I’m an S-rank operative for the National Bureau for Handling Special Anomalous Incidents.
This world has been riddled with transmigrators playing the leads in all kinds of old-school male-oriented short dramas: the Asura God of War returning with a hundred thousand soldiers, the urban treasure-hunting king with X-ray vision, the peerless divine physician who comes down from the mountain to make trouble for his fiancée.
The God of War flies into a rage and wants a hundred thousand soldiers to block the roads? The regional military command sends in a tank battalion and crushes them all for armed rebellion.
The X-ray-eyed treasure hunter tries to force a sale on Antiques Street? He’s detained on the spot for suspected fraud and damaging cultural relics.
The divine physician tries to use a silver needle to strike my wife’s death acupoint? I take him down with a single move and dislocate his arm. Qin Xueying deftly pulls out the silver handcuffs. “Assaulting an officer and attempted murder. That’s three years at the very least.”
