The Poison-Handed Divine Healer

Five years ago, his fiancée humiliated him in public. The spoiled young master Zhou Yang stormed off into the mountains, vowing to make something of himself. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Five years later, Zhou Yang glanced back at the corpses of dozens of tons of poisonous insects and vermin he had poisoned to death, then boarded a train to Shanghai. He was returning to the city, determined to make Fang Xueluo kneel beneath him, take him in her mouth, and sing “Conquer.” If you’re Zhou Yang’s friend, congratulations: you have a few more lives than a nine-tailed cat. If you’re unlucky enough to become his enemy, get on your knees and beg for mercy, unless you want to wish you were dead. You can find him annoying, but he’ll make sure you’re even more annoyed. He is the Divine Doctor of Poisonous Hands. He specializes in dealing with anyone who refuses to submit.