Spring Returns

The butcher holds the knife and I am the meat? With Sang Luo, it’s exactly the other way around.

As a female surgeon,

her transmigration even fits her profession perfectly: she gets a “castrator” for a father.

Castration has been his specialty for five thousand years, leaving people “with nothing to their name.”

With a scalpel in hand, she cuts down ghosts and demons alike.

The men of the capital tremble at the mere mention of her, their nether regions turning cold.

He could have been the most refined young master,

or the most promising imperial guard.

But one remark from her changed his life forever, making him “the number one male courtesan.”

He hated her for four years.

For four years, he would go to see her from time to time,

afraid she might disappear before he could find her and take revenge.

Afraid she was living too comfortably and would forget what happened.

And afraid someone else might kill her before he got the chance.

At last, he stood before her.

But she didn’t remember him at all...

[Not a formulaic story. Both leads are devoted only to each other.]

[The author’s style is bold and fiery, and the plot pulls no punches.]

[The medical knowledge in this story is based on sources, but has been deliberately altered and blurred, so it should not be used as a reference for everyday medical care.]