Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Emperor Dongli gradually emerged from his thoughts, Kong Hui's words still echoing in his mind. Eunuch Liu hurriedly came to the inner palace to report: "Your Majesty, around 5 a.m., three baby girls were born in the capital. One was born to the wife of Prime Minister Li, one to the wife of General Yang, and the other to the concubine of Jin Lu, the richest man in the capital." After speaking, he did not dare to get up, but carefully raised his eyes to look at Emperor Dongli.

Emperor Dongli seemed not to have heard the report, and after a long while, he gestured for Eunuch Liu to rise. Eunuch Liu looked up at Emperor Dongli's expression. Having served Emperor Dongli for many years, he knew that Emperor Dongli was particularly concerned about the Phoenix Star matter, and cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, should we have someone bring all three baby girls into the palace?"

Emperor Dongli waved his hand, "No need for now. Just have someone observe secretly. I will make my own decision."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Eunuch Liu bowed and withdrew, leaving Emperor Dongli alone to continue his contemplation.

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The General's Mansion, Su Yuan.

The little one, still in swaddling clothes, after a day of reflection, finally realized that he had been reborn or transmigrated into this unknown era. Regardless of which it was, he was born into this family with the memories and skills of his previous life, and the little one felt overwhelmed with happiness.

Her eyes darted around, taking in the antique roof, the busy maids and servants, and the unique fragrance of her mother. It was so warm. She pretended to close her eyes, secretly clenching her little hands, trying to enter the space.

In the central lobby of the space station, there's a digital control panel where you exchange medical points for what you need. Medical points? Why this?! Have I forgotten I'm part of a special forces team? Shouldn't I be exchanging them with combat points or justice points?

Medical points are points that automatically accumulate after healing the wounded and sick. Does this mean I have to change careers and become a doctor for the rest of my life?! Haha~~ Thank you, sir. From a raw recruit to a special forces soldier, and then to Captain Hawkeye, although I have learned some basic medical knowledge and have personally performed a few minor surgeries on the battlefield, there is still a difference between my skills and those of a doctor.

Continuing further inside, four rows of ten-meter-long cabinets were arranged in the middle, filled with bottles and jars. Yang Xi carefully inspected them; they contained common Chinese and Western medicines, as well as books on medicine, military strategy, and even divination. The last row of cabinets had a sterilization function and contained various surgical instruments and precision equipment.

Since Yang Xi was still an infant and couldn't walk, she could only look around. The left-hand hall had a large open space, with what appeared to be some basic emergency supplies displayed around it; the right-hand hall was completely locked, requiring medical points to open. The supplies were plentiful; it seemed she'd have to work hard, otherwise this space wouldn't be able to fulfill its purpose.

Newborn babies are naturally sleepy, and Yang Xi was exhausted after exiting the space, so she drifted off to sleep. Yang Xi was currently in a baby-like state, with nothing to do each day. Most of her time, while pretending to sleep, she would enter the space to watch various medical videos on the control panel and study.

The Yang family attached great importance to their daughter's arrival, so much so that even though their one-month celebration was approaching, the child's name had not yet been decided. Yang Boshan, a veteran of many battles, hoped his daughter would be brave and fearless, so he named her "Yang Zijian" (杨梓剑), taking the character "梓" (zi) from her name.

Su Xin's real name was Yuan Su Xin. Before marrying Yang Boshan, she was a talented woman. Her father was Yuan He, the Imperial Censor. After the late emperor passed away, her father resigned and went into seclusion, no longer concerning himself with court affairs. Under the tutelage of Mr. Yuan, Su Xin became proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He wanted to name his daughter "Yang Ziwu".

At this moment, Yuan Suxin and Yang Boshan stared at each other, their gazes devoid of affection, filled only with hostility! Yes, hostility; the two were at odds over their child's name. Yang Boshan usually doted on his wife, but when disagreements arose, he could be stubborn. The oppressive atmosphere around them caused the servants to lower their heads.

In the end, General Yang made the final decision, declaring, "Yang Jianwu, my granddaughter's name is 'Yang Jianwu.' No one is allowed to raise any further objections!"

. . .

Little Yang Jianwu grew up under the love and care of her whole family. Like a young lady from a prominent family, she had a special teacher to teach her the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, she was always distracted or dozing off during her studies, so she did not excel.

The Yang family values ​​martial arts, and with the birth of a son the following year, they became less strict about Jianwu's education. They just wanted her to know a little bit of everything – a little martial arts, a little academic knowledge. With the Yang family as her support, she could simply grow up happily.

Ahem, actually, Yang Jianwu looked down on the poetry of this era. China's five thousand years of culture is profound and extensive, and poetry and songs can be recited with ease. Her past life as a secret agent required her to change identities at any time, and she was also proficient in playing musical instruments. She had learned many musical instruments, especially the zither, and had memorized countless classical and popular scores.

As for needlework... well, let's just forget about it. Every time I pick up a needle and hold it up to my eyes, my brow furrows so much I could kill a fly. Everyone has their own specialty. After years of dedicated study in medicine, and drawing on my past life's experience, I'm more suited to using needles to cure an illness or kill someone. But my mind isn't really on that.

Children in their early teens should be carefree, but Yang Jianwu has already begun to quietly build her own power at this age. How fortunate she is to be born into the Yang family. The Yang family protects her, and she must also protect her family.

Although my father was a general in Dongli, fighting for the country was his duty. However, while he was victorious, his command of a large army also aroused the emperor's suspicion. Throughout history, those who achieved great merit and overshadowed their rulers were always suppressed. There was only one way to avoid being slaughtered: to become powerful enough.

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That day, Yang Jianwu returned to the General's Mansion and went straight to Su Yuan.

Inside the courtyard, a woman in a pink dress was brewing tea under the pavilion. Her hair was casually tied up in a bun, the soft, boneless lines giving her a particularly languid look. Her fair wrists moved nimbly. Yang Jianwu gazed at her mother, mesmerized. No matter when she saw her mother, she was always so beautiful.

Yang Zigui's lips twitched, and he looked helplessly at his young mistress. When she was infatuated, she didn't care about gender. He coughed softly and said, "Miss, wipe your drool."

"Gah!" Yang Jianwu touched his mouth, finding no drool as expected. He rolled his eyes and gave Yang Zigui a warning look. "You little brat, daring to lie to me, just you wait."

Ignoring Yang Zigui, she ran to her mother, opened her arms, and sweetly called out, "Mother, Wu'er is back."

She ran to her mother, but instead of the gentle hug she had imagined, her beautiful mother instantly turned on her temper, yelling, "You brat, you know how to come home after all!"

Yang Jianwu stopped in her tracks, lowered her head and pretended to listen attentively, pulling her ears with her little hands, looking quite pitiful.

Yuan Suxin showed no sympathy for her daughter, pointing at her little head as she continued her tirade: "Do you know how worried the whole family is about you? It takes ten days to half a month for Gui Er to send a letter saying you're safe! You go out dressed as a man, do you even remember you're a girl! Running around with your bodyguards all day, you can't even do a little needlework..."