The Country Bumpkin with Unmatched Medical Skills

When Su Qinghan, the number one socialite of Jinghai City, marries a country bumpkin in worn-out canvas shoes who can't stop spouting nonsense, the entire city's rich second-generation circle explodes in outrage. Top scion Chen Tianci spends three hundred million on a fake snow lotus, then points at Lin Ye and curses him to his face: "You useless moocher, you're not even fit to carry Qinghan's shoes! I can have you killed with one word." Lin Ye yawns, pulls a lump of pig-slop mud from his pocket, and stuffs it into an invaluable temperature-controlled box. The next second, Interpol's chief bursts in with a fully armed tactical team, slaps cuffs on Chen Tianci, and kneels before Lin Ye with utmost respect: "Boss, how do you want us to handle this punk?" The entire assembly of powerful elites nearly faints in terror. Lin Ye steps on Chen Tianci's face and grins like a devil. They think he's just some mountain hermit who knows a bit of medicine? He's the living underworld king with a billion-dollar bounty on his head, the nightmare that makes mercenaries worldwide tremble. The heart-devouring gu worm in Su Qinghan's body is only the beginning—a massive dark force lurking behind her family is baring its fangs. But Lin Ye couldn't care less about the wave of assassinations, corporate takedowns, and ancient martial arts masters coming his way. He has only one concern: what extra ingredients to add to his wife's medicinal bath tonight. In their lavish bedroom, Su Qinghan goes weak as his scorching breath engulfs her. Lin Ye rips open her silk nightgown with a possessive growl: "Honey, I've handled all the outside troubles. Now it's time to settle accounts between us. For that bite you left on my shoulder last night, I'm collecting the debt with interest."