The Emperor was dying. As the Chief Imperial Physician, I not only refused to treat him, but leisurely waited for death alongside the entire Imperial Hospital. It was all because my husband wanted his beloved childhood sweetheart to shine, so he deliberately hid the Emperor's best treatment window from me. Once I saw through his intentions, I simply handed the opportunity to her. “Since Junior Sister has such unparalleled talent, I'll entrust all of His Majesty's chronic ailments to her from now on.” The imperial physicians urged me not to act out of spite. After all, this was a golden opportunity to earn a promotion, a title, and rewards. But no one knew that the medicine needed my acupuncture to bring the Emperor back from the brink. The childhood sweetheart would use miracle drugs to make His Majesty rally, but without my acupuncture, her treatment was doomed to fail, and her entire clan would be executed. My husband's blind defense of her would also leave him consumed with regret.
