He Jiaojiao died, then came back to life.
In her previous life, she watched helplessly as her grandfather, the head of the Imperial Academy of Medicine, was falsely accused of plotting against the Noble Consort. Her entire family was slaughtered at the execution ground.
Reborn, she set fire to the palace gates and fled overnight to Sili Village with the medical knowledge her grandfather had passed down and the surviving members of her clan.
She had planned to live out her days as an idle village girl, but her shamelessly lecherous older brother harassed the village head’s daughter, driving the whole family to the brink of ruin.
“If you can’t cure my daughter, the He family will pay for it!”
He Jiaojiao gave a cold laugh and pinched a needle between her fingers. Did they really think her family had earned the title of “master gynecologists” for nothing?
Can’t conceive? A few needles and you’ll have two children in three years!
Can’t get it up? One bowl of medicine and every man in the village will be back in fighting form!
Then one day, she found a handsome man by the roadside, barely alive, and brought him home. At first, she’d only done it because he was good-looking.
Who knew he’d later turn out to be a regent with power over the whole court, and corner her against the wall of her clinic?
“You saved my life. How about I repay you with myself?”
Later on,
Those who once mocked her for the “absurdity” of women practicing medicine knelt and begged her to save them.
The royal nobles who framed the He family had their secrets exposed.
And the mysterious big shot who was always hovering around her now held the newborn she had just delivered, grinding his teeth in frustration.
“Jiaojiao, I want some soup too!”
