I am an imperial doctor, the kind who works in the palace. I receive a salary of no more or less every day, plus five insurances and one fund. The treatment is not bad.
The only problem is...
There are always some people who think that my medical skills are not very good.
"If Yue'er doesn't wake up today, you quack doctors will all behead you!"
"You know how to heal? How can it be that this hospital is raising disabled people!? Someone, take him away and chop him up."
"No, just go and be buried with him!"
Quack medicine is the best medicine "…"
Later, a sweet female voice told me in my dream that I was in a storybook.
The patient I couldn't cure, Lu Yuyue, was the main recipient, blessed by the aura of beauty and beauty in the prosperous age.
There is/the general of the iron-blooded cavalry/the powerful prime minister/the emperor who is more than ten thousand people/the mysterious national preceptor/the ghost doctor who lives in seclusion in the mountains/the prince of Xianyun Yehe/
They all bowed down for him.
And he was just a quack doctor who couldn't cure the disease, the kind of cannon fodder destined to die.
"The smile gradually solidifiedJPG."
From today on, I am the New Skull Doctor!
A different day starts with handing in your resignation!
So...
The little imperial doctor began to play ambiguous days with various big men wearing vests!
Happy days started from the days when I opened a wine shop and became brothers with the big boss.
Intention: Only by yourself can you create a world, love is always just the spice of life!