Constitution

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, another year had passed.

Inside the clinic.

A man covered in blood lay collapsed on a sickbed, his face deathly pale. A terrifying wound ran diagonally from his shoulder to his right chest.

It looked like a grievous injury caused by a blade.

Feng Ye stood beside the bed. After giving the man a cursory look, his expression grew slightly grave. He immediately put on white rubber gloves and began stopping the bleeding and cleaning the wound, while instructing Mitsuri Kanroji beside him,

"Mitsuri, go get me the first-aid kit and my surgical kit."

"Okay!"

Knowing the situation was urgent, Mitsuri Kanroji immediately sprinted into the back room. Less than ten seconds later, she rushed back out carrying two enormous medicine cases.

Feng Ye took the cases, removed his homemade 'penicillin' disinfectant, and instructed Mitsuri Kanroji to prepare needles and thread for suturing while he disinfected the wound.

The two worked seamlessly together, moving from stopping the bleeding to disinfecting, anesthetizing, and suturing in one fluid sequence.

"All right, you're fine now."

After Feng Ye finished the final stitch, Mitsuri Kanroji immediately picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, letting out a slight sigh of relief.

Her gaze toward Feng Ye was filled with love.

A year had passed since their arranged meeting.

Over that year, she had become Feng Ye's wife as well as his assistant.

During that same year, Feng Ye had continually studied Western medicine, combining and verifying it against his family's inherited medical arts. He had even developed a miracle medicine called 'penicillin,' curing countless patients and saving many lives. He had become a famous miracle doctor throughout the surrounding area.

Although her husband was not particularly strong and did not have an