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Flash Marriage: Married To The Sour-faced General

Mei Deng has always tried to lead a model life as a doctor, all because he promised his childhood love he would take care of others, as she did him. Sadly, his life ended far too soon at an early age, leaving him unable to keep his promise. The heavens grant him another chance, as the unscrupulous son of a minister, known for inducing turmoil. Now living as Yu Xiaoguang, he wishes to use his modern medical skills to help save lives and keep his promise, all while rebuilding the reputation of the Yu family. *Excerpt* "Father has passed?. Did he leave me a huge inheritance by any chance?." "No. He left behind his debts." "Aish!. Who does he owe?." "Five other ministers in the capital and the great Wang general." "You sly dog!. How shall we pay the great general?." "Yu Daiyu is to be wedded to his son." "My sister is getting married?. At least that fixes that." "Brother Xiaoguang, lady Daiyu was sighted fleeing the capital with her lover!!!." "Whaaat!. Who shall marry the general's son?!." "......" "When is the wedding?." "Tomorrow, the cart shall come fetch her in the morning." It was, till the next morning, that Yu Xiaoguang found himself, wearing the wedding dress, a red veil over his head, in a wedding procession headed staright for the general's residence. "What is the general's son like?." "Unforgiving, intolerant rumours has it, he has a sour face!." Read through the complicated lives of a modern day physician and a sour-faced general. -Exhibition Arc: 46-155 *********** Author: Anyone interested in joining the novel's discord server? there's the link! https://discord.gg/VzbVtHdN For every fifty new members I'll release five new chapters the following day!

Riceballs_25 · LGBT+
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500 Chs

Forgive Me. But I Cannot Answer That Question

*Concrete Rose*

As expected, the alchemist was scampering around, working tirelessly on the men from silver swallow, whose condition had gotten worse. The swellings had started to develop at the side of their necks, producing an awful stench.

"Why has it gotten worse despite the suppressants?" Yu Xiaoguang questioned on his knees, noticing the severity of their condition.

The alchemist grimaced, "it's not the same."

Mei Deng blinked twice, "what isn't the same? What are you referring to?" He noticed the alchemist's gaze dampened, and instinctively gnawed on his lower lip.

Checking their pulse, the alchemist shook his head, "this isn't kiss of death." He declared in a firm voice, rising to his feet, dashing towards the open door.

Mei Deng followed.

"How can you tell? And if it isn't... what is it?" Worry seeped out of his words, he stole a glance at the coughing men, who could barely alternate between breathing or puking blood.