My Lord Heads North

[Delicate, Sickly Young Lady vs. Cold, Aloof Healer]

Xie Apan was born with a strange poison in her body, and concealed an addiction to desire that she found too shameful to speak of.

She was not expected to live past twenty. But before she could be laid in her coffin, she met a wandering healer who could cure her.

At midnight, the man's long, slender fingers rested against her wrist through a veil.

Beyond the red gauze, she could vaguely make out the handsome man lowering his eyes in silence, the lamplight reflected in his cold, quiet gaze.

Her frail shudder suddenly turned into a feverish longing.

The night the wandering healer left, she packed her things, slipped away from home alone, and followed him.

He was the divine physician who saved her. Wherever he went, she would go.

She wanted to live a long life, safe and sound.

He ought to save her.

He ought to soothe her, touch her, kiss her, and hold her.

He ought to pour his heart and soul into curing her strange illness, without rest or sleep.

But the man was as cold as ice, keeping everyone at arm's length and always disappearing in the blink of an eye.

She followed him north from Jiangnan, through wind and frost, until she was utterly exhausted.

Until she heard there was another celebrated "divine physician."

Young Valley Master of Medicine King Valley, Shi Qi, had entered the world to travel and save thousands as a wandering physician.

He had already spent two hours held up at a roadside tea stall.

Both cups of tea had gone cold, but the delicate "patient" who was supposed to appear still hadn't shown up.

A willow leaf dropped into his teacup like a boat touching water, sending ripples across its surface.

He pondered for a moment, then changed course for the first time and turned back.

Passing the town's clinic, he heard a familiar voice.

Apan: "You truly are the Hua Tuo of our age, with such a compassionate heart!"

The young doctor inside the clinic smiled gently. "You're too kind, miss. Treating the sick and saving lives is simply a doctor's duty..."

A soft knock at the door interrupted them.

The man stood by the doorway, his gaze cold. "She's my patient."

Theme: Health matters most.