Miracle Doctor Maid: the Prince Is Chasing After Her

Emergency doctor Wang Yinuo has a perfect life - his parents love him, and he has a sweetheart to marry. A sudden change dragged her into ancient times, and she possessed the girl who worked as a helper in a drug store. She had no roots and no support, and her life was like a piece of grass. Fortunately, spiritual energy gushed out from the palm, which healed the injured person and brought him back to life. Others use psychic energy in exchange for their lives, but she only needs to rest for a while before using it again; if she can find the resonance of the spiritual weapon again, she can avoid overdraft, and her psychic energy will be inexhaustible and the more she uses it, the stronger it will be. So he rescued people and collected money, killed monsters and collected lives, and helped to seize his descendants to collect spiritual weapons. The price was clearly marked, and no one was deceived. Two people traveling together in the same time travel - the fitness instructor became the sickly scholar Shen Yan, and the chef became the kitchen maid Qing He. They had three spiritual powers and three bodies that did not belong to them, supporting each other in the dark. Until she rescued Xiao Ling who was being assassinated. The ground was covered with blood and her followers couldn't kill him. She squatted down and put her hands on him, and pulled him back from the hell gate. The most dangerous person in the royal family is remembered not for her grace, but for the look in her eyes when she saved people - clean, just to save people. All the women around him were plotting how to get closer, but she was the only one plotting how to keep him alive. From then on, he relied on her and chased her, surrounded by a bunch of powerful Yingying Yanyan. And she wanted to go back. There was someone waiting for her in this world. But the longer she lived, the more entangled she became - every time she saved a person, she became more bound, every time she collected a spiritual weapon, she became more reluctant to let go, and every time Xiao Ling became more and more unable to distinguish between sincerity and use. The more I want to distinguish, the less I want to distinguish.