The Black Lotus Imperial Physician’s Survival Guide

Xie Bufeng, the ultimate villain of palace-intrigue novels, has been unable to feel pain since childhood and is regarded as a monster. The ailing late emperor used him to test medicines, then tossed him onto the battlefield to fend for himself. No one expected him to claw his way out of a mountain of corpses and return to the capital with three thousand cavalrymen to claim the throne. Medical student Wen Qingci had just exclaimed, “That’s so satisfying!” when he transmigrated into the role of the imperial physician who tested drugs on Xie Bufeng and conducted cruel human experiments. With cinnabar between his brows and a gentle, jade-like bearing, he was devoted to medicine and blind to good and evil. He was known as the “Immortal-Faced Rakshasa.” In the ending, he was torn apart by five horses and fed to vultures. * When Wen Qingci arrived, Xie Bufeng had already been taken to the Imperial Medical Bureau and learned what fate had in store for him. Sickly and ferocious-eyed, he was like a wolf cub trapped in a cage, ready to tear out Wen Qingci’s throat at any moment. Under the watchful gaze of the emperor’s confidant, Wen Qingci’s wrist gave a little flick and he slipped a piece of candy into Xie Bufeng’s mouth. “This is a deadly poison. If Your Highness cooperates, you’ll receive one antidote each month.” With the emperor watching from the front and the novel’s ending looming behind him, Wen Qingci fed him candy on schedule, pretending to conduct serious experiments. At the same time, he used his devotion to medicine and his supposed obsession with it as an excuse to damage his own health while treating Xie Bufeng’s poison. He risked execution to drag Xie Bufeng’s mother back from the brink of death… He made no secret of how insane he was. Until the day of the coup, when he took an arrow through the heart meant for Xie Bufeng. The new emperor forced the words out through clenched teeth, one by one. “Without you, there’ll be no more antidote. I’ll have no choice but to follow you.” Wen Qingci smiled and coughed up a mouthful of blood, then gently shook his head. “…What I gave Your Highness was always… candy I made… with my own hands…” A tear of blood fell from the corner of Xie Bufeng’s eye. * In Yongcheng, a bridal procession stretched for ten li, escorting a plain coffin through the palace gates. Xie Bufeng, who despised gods and ghosts, knelt before the temple for days, offering his blood to Heaven and begging every deity and Buddha to let him see Wen Qingci once more. He was like a madman, like a demon. Outside the city, Wen Qingci faked his death and escaped. A masked gentleman joined the Divine Healer Valley, tending flowers, reading books, listening to music, and living at ease. Until one day, the palace announced that the emperor’s old illness had returned and “invited” him to the imperial palace. Before Wen Qingci could figure out how to save him… The supposedly gravely ill new emperor parted the bead curtain. His fingertips, cold as a snake’s tongue, slowly unwound Wen Qingci’s veil. Bonus scene: From the day he was born, Xie Bufeng could hear the evil thoughts in people’s hearts. He grew numb amid fear, curses, and malicious suspicions. Wen Qingci alone was different. Xie Bufeng couldn’t believe that this black lotus had a heart as clear as a mirror. Until one day, the elegant and dignified imperial physician, eyes full of compassion, bowed to the emperor while thinking: “Shut up, you **.” Younger, pain-insensitive, ruthless wolf-cub seme x compassionate, refined, frail, black-lotus medical-obsessed beauty uke Saved December 2021 Please add my new historical danmei novel, Buried Bones, to your reading list! The young general Chu Renxue’s achievements overshadowed the throne, making him a threat in the emperor’s eyes. In the end, he died in battle and became an earthbound spirit. Years later, with the dynasty nearing its end, the court not only ceded territory and paid tribute to foreign tribes, but even sent a prince away as a hostage. Chu Renxue watched coldly, wanting only to drive the prince, Gu Xianfeng, off his territory. At midnight, he pushed doors open with a creak and persistently blew out the candles while Gu Xianfeng studied. One night, after Chu Renxue had blown out the candle for the fifteenth time, Gu Xianfeng finally put down his book… and looked up to ask what he wanted. So Gu Xianfeng had been able to see him all along. No surprise there. A descendant of the Gu family, after all. What a devious little thing! Chu Renxue and Gu Xianfeng struck a deal: he would teach him strategy and martial arts. In return, Gu Xianfeng would gather Chu Renxue’s remains and help him pass on to the next life. - Gu Xianfeng returned to his homeland, restored order to the court, and reclaimed the lost territory. Chu Renxue had barely enjoyed a few days of freedom before his spirit was summoned back to the capital. Gu Xianfeng, now a head taller than him, made him change into his own clothes and kept him at his side day and night, sharing his bed, and even wanting to take things further. Chu Renxue gritted his teeth. “You’re ungrateful and disloyal, just as heartless as your ancestors!” “The more of the emperor’s aura the general absorbs, the steadier your spirit and the stronger your yang energy,” Gu Xianfeng said, nuzzling his neck. “I’m simply repaying your kindness.” Core theme: A healer’s compassion can heal both the sick and the world.