A Divine Healer Who Doesn't Heal People

*My next novel is "My Beautiful, Frail, Tragic Husband Wants to Be Bullied Every Day." A handsome, oblivious princess who loves pretty faces × a cold-on-the-outside, burning-on-the-inside, sickly and beautiful husband. The blurb is below.

Xie Guanzhi was an utterly ordinary veterinarian, but now she was deeply reflecting on her life of sin.

After transmigrating, she wasn't a workaholic or a lunatic, and was even more well-behaved than the turtle in the pond. She only wanted to open a veterinary clinic to earn some travel money and live out her life in peace.

Instead, from the start, she found a gorgeous black-furred, golden-eyed nine-tailed fox named Tang Yezhu.

The fox had a face capable of bringing a kingdom to ruin, and was born with an air of nobility. Wherever he went, he was the center of attention, surrounded by admirers. Yet he was utterly obedient to her and spoiled her without the slightest hesitation.

The two quickly fell in love. Xie Guanzhi thought, This setup is great: a home, food, and someone to rely on. My career path is sure to be smooth now, right?

Then she started pursuing her career.

She pursued her career, and an ancient holy spirit died.

She pursued her career some more, and the spirit beasts declared war.

She kept pursuing her career, and rewrote human history.

She gritted her teeth and pursued her career, and an ancient kingdom disappeared.

Xie Guanzhi: ??? Am I some sort of cursed harbinger of doom?

Everyone: Yes! Get lost!

Tang Yezhu: Big Sister is amazing. Today you can even demolish a building.

And so, the more she worked on her career, the more the world fell apart. The more she grew, the more chaos spread through the human realm.

The whole cultivation world wailed in misery, while only Tang Yezhu praised her indulgently, like a man applauding a cat dancing.

Under pressure, Xie Guanzhi wiped away her sweat. It wasn't like she did it on purpose.

But since she was already here, she could only keep going!

1. A fox man more beautiful than a flower × a graceful, spirited female doctor

2. The two are fated for each other, a match made in heaven. They spoil each other, and spoil each other to death. Happy ending!

3. Both are strong, and grow together hand in hand

Please check out my upcoming novel, "My Beautiful, Frail, Tragic Husband Wants to Be Bullied Every Day"

In that year, Princess Yu Wanxin of Chang'an married Su Er, prince of the Western Regions' Golden Hoof Tribe, to foster peace between the two countries.

But the people of the Western Regions looked down on Chinese blood, and Su Er was frail and sickly, with a cold disposition. Everyone said that once Su Er died, she would become a widow whom anyone could bully.

Su Er never commented on this. On their wedding night, he slept fully clothed and didn't even look Yu Wanxin in the eye, treating his marriage to her as a final act of filial duty before his death.

The red candles wept wax, and Yu Wanxin spent the entire night restless. Tears soaked her jade pillow. This political marriage was for the sake of the country and its people, not for herself.

And yet, amid all this misery, she had inexplicably begun to develop tender feelings for him.

Su Er was sickly but beautiful, like a jade statue enshrined upon a bed, silent and aloof.

She often watched her husband take his medicine beneath the lamplight. Since she wasn't allowed to approach him, she could only sneak glances from afar. At night, she even dreamed of that gorgeous face.

But the days and nights were lonely. Yu Wanxin read every book in the pavilion and still hadn't shared a bed with her husband even once. She looked at herself in the mirror alone, her eyes turning red.

She was clearly full-figured and in the prime of her beauty... yet she couldn't stir even the slightest desire in her husband.

Then, the Western Regions' frequent need for mounted archers led Yu Wanxin to begin learning to use a long whip, in accordance with the customs of her clan.

The wind was especially strong that day. As she practiced the motion of whipping back, she lost control for a moment, and the tip of the whip suddenly struck Su Er beside the face.

Yu Wanxin shuddered in shock, but then she saw a flush spread across her husband's cool face, from his ears down to his neck.

Su Er stared breathlessly at the black riding crop in his wife's hand, his gaze filled with a shameful, secret longing.

Ah. Instinctively, in surprise and with her heart racing, Yu Wanxin slowly pressed the tip of the whip to her husband's lips.

She hadn't expected that this cold man didn't long for soft, gentle words, but for slaps.

"Madam..." Su Er's voice trembled, barely audible. "P-please, once more."

So that was it. Her husband had this sort of hidden fetish. She gently put away the riding crop and slowly walked off beneath his fervent, yearning gaze.

Yu Wanxin wouldn't give in to Su Er so easily. She wanted him to wait, too, and suffer day and night from desire just as she had.

Until he reached the brink of breaking down, when she would personally give him the exquisite pain of ultimate pleasure.

1. A handsome, oblivious princess who loves pretty faces × a cold-on-the-outside, burning-on-the-inside, sickly and beautiful husband

2. The setting and background are entirely fictional. Please don't overthink them.

3. A straightforward male-female romance. Both leads are pure in body and mind. The male lead's pain fetish is an illness of the heart, and he will be cured with the female lead's help.

Theme: Compassion sustains life, and the healing arts protect the world, showing the greater cause of coexistence.