She is the youngest director of surgery in the Republic. She holds records of three liver transplant operations and has cut open 3,000 bodies with a scalpel. When she opened her eyes again, she became an abandoned concubine of the Zhou Dynasty who was exiled to the northwest - a concubine, waiting to be married, her family collapsed, and she was locked in a prison car waiting to die.
The iron chains were worn to the wrists, the escorting soldiers said they "can't survive", and the mother-in-law who was riding with her was already unconscious. In front of her was a two-thousand-mile road of exile, and behind her was a sky full of yellow sand that would crush her dignity.
But she once stood on the operating table at three in the morning for twelve hours. She knows that mugwort ash can reduce inflammation, mung bean soup can detoxify, and the juice extracted from any grass in the wild can save a life. When a plague broke out in the exile team and three hundred people fell down, twitching and frothing, everyone was waiting to see this "waste bred in the palace" die first -
She stood up, walked into the kitchen, lit the fire, and cooked the first pot of medicinal soup.
And the man who was always staring at her in the dark, the ebony beads on his wrists were shiny, the calluses holding the knife in his hands were as thick as iron sand, the whip marks on his face had not healed, but the war smoke of the entire northwest was hidden in his eyes.
He looked at her wrists that had been washed away from the mud, and looked at her hands below the wrists - steady, accurate, and decisive, with the calmness that comes from operating a thousand times.
"Who are you anyway?"
Shen Yan raised her head, and the firelight reflected her pale face: "The person who saved you."
——This time, she no longer saved someone lying on the operating table under the shadowless lamp. She wanted to build a survival city with her own hands in this wild and desperate situation.
