Qing Yan held a piece of freshly picked mint, shook the maid's arm and laughed: "Yesterday's newly made hemostatic powder was half an hour faster than my concubine's. Today I must let her give me half a box of preserves!" She and her concubine are both good at medicine, so "discussions" like this are common, and they are as lively as new leaves with dew on their branches. But when he rushed into the mother-in-law's palace, the familiar scent of medicine was filled with blood. The mother and concubine were not here, and the medical book on the case stopped at the "Diagnosis and Treatment of Arrow Wounds" page. Next to it was a half-sheet of "Northern Xinjiang Epidemic Prescription" stained with ink - it was the fake prescription of the southern Xinjiang witch doctor that the mother and concubine had discovered. It was supposed to expose the ironclad evidence that the other party was using the epidemic to disrupt government. Amidst the loud noise of the cavalry crashing through the palace door, Qing Yan grasped her mother's concubine's silver hairpin tightly and realized: the so-called charges of "collaborating with the enemy and spreading the plague" were just an excuse for Southern Xinjiang to seize power through the epidemic, and her country had long become a pawn for the other party to clear the way...
Purpose: Using medical skills as the blade and original intention as the armor, in the ashes of destruction, find a path of salvation that combines the benevolence of a doctor with the righteousness of the family and country.