When Shen Zhiyi woke up, she found that she had been sold to the Huo family of the northern warlord to cheer up the terminally ill young marshal. The original owner was a sick man, and he only had one breath left as soon as he entered the house. Everyone in the Huo family waited for her to die, so that they could bury the bad luck together. But Shen Zhiyi gave himself two injections and drank a bowl of bitter medicine, and he was able to get out of bed the next day. The whole government was in an uproar. Marshal Huo Jingxing was coughing up blood, and Western medicine was helpless. Shen Zhiyi glanced at his prescription and sneered: The Sichuan clam in this prescription is fake, someone wants you to die. Huo Jingxing stared at her, his eyes like daggers: How do you know? Shen Zhiyi said nothing. Not only did she know that the medicine was fake, she also knew that the person who wrote the prescription was eavesdropping outside the door.
