I took the blame for my fiancé for three years. On the day he was released from prison, he married the prime minister's daughter with a beautiful woman.
The whole city is laughing at my stupidity and my wishful thinking.
I turned around, tore up the marriage contract, and opened a medical clinic specializing in treating "eye diseases."
On the first day, the blind number one scholar came to see a doctor on crutches.
The next day, the deceived old general of Zhenguo came to the door carrying eight boxes of gold.
On the third day, a royal carriage stopped outside my hospital.
The curtain was opened, and the legendary Prince of War, who lost half of his country by "looking at the wrong person", slowly stretched out his hand to me: "Doctor, I heard that you can cure blindness?"
I looked at the mighty Royal Guards behind him and smiled: "To cure the prince's eye disease, you need to use a special recipe - for example, your fiancée's head as a medicine?"
Mission: Use medicine as a knife and eyes to break the situation