After Being Turned into a Useless Person, I Relied on My Medical Skills to Make the Whole Capital Cry.

I, Shen Zhiwei, a clinical doctor of integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine, am exhausted. Dressed as the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion who was drugged and stupid, she was being held down by her concubine and drowned in the pond. I scared her off with a few words. The next day, my stepmother said: I will be happy to marry Prince Jing. Who is King Jing? The cold-faced God of War is dying of illness and will not live past twenty-five. I'm married. Just marry as long as you want, since I am a doctor anyway, I am not sure who will save whom. On our wedding night, he coughed up blood and fell down in front of me. I checked his pulse, wiped blood and gave him medicine. He asked with a cold face, "Aren't you afraid of me?" What am I afraid of? You are almost dead and I am still afraid of you? He froze. Later, he suffered from cold poison, and I kept him company for two hours. He woke up, reached out and patted me on the head. Just for a moment, I pretended to be asleep after taking the photo, but I didn't hide the arc at the corner of my mouth. I looked at him and suddenly felt that this guy wasn't that difficult to deal with. Isn't it just about treating illnesses? I can cure it. Isn't it just protecting? So can I. It's just that the stepmother and concubine haven't given up yet. No, people have already come to the door.