Return to Luoshan

Three years ago, an arrow knocked him from his horse. A sharp-tongued woman doctor in the mountains dragged him back from the gates of death. When they parted, he snapped his bronze tiger tally in two and left half beside her medicine jar, promising to return and marry her once he had reclaimed Yunzhong. Three years later, he returned as a marquis, but a great plague had broken out south of the mountains. He rode up alone. Halfway up, outside an abandoned temple, he heard her voice through the door: "General, you carry the stench of bloodshed from the army. If you come inside, you won't be able to leave." That night, he sat outside the door. At dawn, he pushed it open. She was clutching the half of the tiger tally he had left behind. On the back of a prescription beside her, there was just one line: The general has a cold stomach. Remember to drink the slice of ginger in your medicine while it's still hot.