The macho officer took a love potion, and my 400-pound body ended up breaking the bed. After a car accident, I, a prodigy in medicine living in the 21th century, was reborn in the 1980s. Before I took over this body, its original owner was so desperate to be with her officer husband that she resorted to drugging him. The good news? She didn’t succeed because I arrived just in time. The bad news? The officer wanted a divorce, and everyone in the neighborhood supported him. The original owner of the body had been quite unpopular. She had been like a rat in a smelly gut. Before the divorce, I fixed the bed, cooked a meal, cleaned the house, and even saved a life. Now, my officer husband is stunned: “Let’s not get divorced, okay?” Me: “Not okay! I'm going to the uni and I'm going to earn a lot of money. Men will only delay my progress.” Later, an eminent male doctor gave me an offer at a prestigious hospital, and a retired miracle doctor wanted me as his disciple. My husband became absolutely frantic. “Didn't you say you wanted to have my baby? Don't ever think about running away!”