In the first half of her life, Su Jin was a medical doctor and could use a scalpel more dexterously than chopsticks. An eight-hour rescue operation came to an end, and the last stitch was in place. She just stood up and wanted to take a breath, when her vision went dark, like a candle wick that had burned to the end, and she fell silently beside the cold operating table, and her consciousness sank.
When he opened his eyes again, the smell of disinfectant water was gone, leaving only dust wrapped in the faint smell of blood, filling a courtyard. There was noise all around, the crisp sound of sticks cutting through the air passed by my ears, and the angry shouts of the policemen throwing them on the ground made people's eardrums tremble: "Quick doctors are harming people! Beat them to death with random sticks!"
The pain all over my body was real, piercing from the seams in my bones. Su Jin calmed down and figured out the situation - she was dressed as a charlatan and deceiver, pretending to be a famous scholar to diagnose the prince's illness. At this moment, she was being pinned to the ground by two soldiers, and her forehead was pressed against the cold bluestone, which was painful. She quickly cleared up the fragmentary memories of her original life, and four big words immediately appeared in her mind - Tianbeng Beginning.
Intention: Positive and uplifting