The Cold King's Beloved Peerless Physician

Bai Ruoxi, a formidable woman in the medical field of the twenty-first century, has transmigrated in spectacular fashion. She’s ended up in the body of a sickly woman who can’t find a husband. At twenty, she has delicate features and a lovely face, but she is frail as a willow, pale as a ghost, and vacant-eyed. In the prime of her youth, the village women mock her and regard her as an ill omen. Her father is disabled, her mother is sick, and the family has even taken in a “mute” boy. The burden of supporting the family falls on Bai Ruoxi’s shoulders. She can catch fish, snakes, and frogs with ease, and chop wood, gather herbs, and catch rabbits without breaking a sweat. Facing her frail body doesn’t scare her. At worst, she’ll work out and take care of her looks until she becomes a peerless beauty. Poverty won’t make her give in, either. At worst, she’ll practice medicine, cure people, and carve out a bright future. But there are always a few awful neighbors and relatives who are petty and jealous. What’s she to do? She’ll get rich and prosper while taking on those awful neighbors and relatives, and maybe pick up a pretty-faced prince along the way. This is the story of a sickly woman who fights her way to becoming a tough, fearless heroine, and a romance where the “old grass” gets eaten by a young bull! Excerpt One: A woman holds a cleaver in one hand and steps on two chicken legs, muttering indecisively, “Kill them or not? Kill them or not?” A man slowly wakes up. He secretly gathers his strength and thinks in alarm, “I escaped the tiger’s den only to end up in a wolf’s lair?” Just then, a terrified clucking comes from nearby. The man finally relaxes, ashamed of his suspicions. Excerpt Two: The woman gazes at the man’s handsome, refined face, counting on her fingers as she mutters, “Calling you ‘mute’ all the time is impolite. I should give you a name. You can take my surname. How about Bai Chi? That sounds too awful. Bai Zhu? No, that doesn’t sound good either. Bai Jian? That’s not much better. Oh, well. I’ll call you Bai Mo.” The man is speechless, his whole body twitching. Bai Mo, as in foaming at the mouth…? He is the dignified Seventh Prince of the Chu Kingdom, yet a little girl has given him such an awful name!