Top-tier medical saint Serena Caldwell transmigrates into a 1960s doormat?
Mother-in-law wants to sell the kids, father-in-law wants to cut off food, husband missing—neither dead nor alive?
Serena Caldwell sneers: Silver needles pierce acupoints, fists smash scumbags!
Sever ties, split the family, empty the warehouse—then flip and take down human traffickers!
While others gnaw on tree bark during the famine years, she brings five kids to feast on meat—
Eldest: divine strategist; Second: born with godlike strength; Third: speaks beast language; Fourth: clairaudient; Fifth: blessed by koi fortune.
Serena Caldwell hoists her medicine chest: "Brats, let's go! Find that deadbeat dad of yours!"
Healing the sick, beating villains all along the way—crashing straight into an iron-blooded military zone—
Turns out the deadbeat dad isn't just alive—he's the youngest war-god commander?!
Serena Caldwell corners him against a wall, hand outstretched for money:
"Hey you—child support for five kids. Pay up?"
The soldier king looks at five mini-versions of himself, eyes rimmed red:
"Wife, I was wrong—I'll pay child support with my whole life!"
