I, the female medical officer of the imperial court in the Song Dynasty, broadcast live broadcasts of traditional Chinese medicine for beauty.
My opponent, the 28th generation descendant of Zhang's surgical master and a famous contemporary traditional Chinese medicine doctor, recruited a new generation of popular young white flowers to undermine me.
I checked my pulse in the air: "The intestines are pierced, the belly is rotten, the face is completely ruined, and he will definitely die within seven days."
Xiao Baihua took a picture of the PET-CT diagnosis certificate: "Auntie, if you put it in the coffin, I can live for a hundred years."
The next day.
An old Chinese medicine doctor knelt in front of me and cried bitterly: "Please, ancestors, save my granddaughter's life."
