Travels of a Female Physician in the Ming Dynasty

Ever since the incident of "the Queen and the Imperial Concubine controlling both sides", my clinic has never been quiet.

There are long queues at the door all day long, which is like an ancient version of the "Internet celebrity check-in point".

I have become the Ming Dynasty version of "Emergency Doctor"!

Early this morning, I had just gotten up and washed up when I heard a hurried knock on the door.

"Imperial Physician Yang! Imperial Physician Yang!" The voice carried a familiar sense of tension.

I sighed and thought to myself: Who is causing trouble today?

When I opened the door, it was indeed Leo, his face looking anxious as if the bottom of a pot was burnt.

"Imperial Physician Yang, something bad has happened in the Eastern Palace! The Crown Prince has suddenly developed a high fever that won't go away. You need to go over and take a look!"

I was completely bewildered. Wasn't the prince fine? Why did he suddenly have a high fever?

"Why are people in this palace having problems one after another? Did you eat some collectively moldy cakes?" I couldn't help but mutter.

Little Lizi said helplessly, "Imperial Physician Yang, please stop joking. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is waiting for you!"

When I arrived at the East Palace, before I even entered the hall, I could hear the Crown Prince groaning in the room from afar.

The palace maids and eunuchs were extremely nervous and stood at the door waiting for me, the "miracle doctor", to save their lives.

"Imperial Physician Yang, please come in quickly. It seems that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been possessed by an evil spirit this time!" A eunuch said to me with a look of horror on his face.

Possessed? Here it comes again. I secretly shook my head. The ancients were really good at naming diseases. Even a high fever could be turned into possession by evil spirits.

If it is really "possessed by evil spirits", then I guess my modern medicine can "exorcise the ghost".

When I walked into the hall, I saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince lying on the bed, his face flushed, and mumbling to himself.

The imperial doctors gathered in a circle, all with worried faces.

"Imperial Physician Yang, you are finally here." When the imperial doctors saw me, they all breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had finally found a savior.

I walked up, took the prince's pulse, and touched his forehead. I immediately made a judgment in my mind: he had a fever, probably caused by a cold.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince has simply caught a cold and has a high fever." I smiled faintly, but in my mind I was thinking about how to prepare a "fever-reducing package" for him using ancient ingredients.

"Cold?" The imperial doctors looked at each other, sounding a little bit unbelievable.

"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince has been staying up late at night reviewing memorials recently? In addition, the weather has turned cooler, and the cold wind has invaded your body, causing a fever." As I explained, I sorted out modern methods of reducing fever in my mind.

"Then... what should we do?" an imperial physician asked tremblingly.

"It's simple. First, ask the maid to prepare some ginger soup for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to drive away the cold. Then use a wet towel to reduce the temperature and prevent the fever from getting too severe." I said calmly, but I was thinking in my heart: If there was a fever-reducing medicine, this problem could be solved in minutes.

After hearing this, the imperial doctors nodded in agreement and quickly asked someone to prepare ginger soup.

Actually, I don’t have any special methods. The conditions in ancient times were limited and there were very few things we could use. We could only rely on ginger soup and physical cooling.

Fortunately, the prince has a good physique and the fever will probably go away in two days.

Sure enough, after drinking ginger soup and applying a wet towel, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's fever gradually subsided.

Everyone in the palace breathed a sigh of relief, and the imperial doctors finally stopped running around like ants on a hot pan.

After the prince woke up, he looked at me weakly and said, "Imperial Physician Yang, thank you for saving my life."

"Your Highness, you are too kind. You just have a minor illness. You will be fine after a few days of rest." I said with a smile, but secretly sighed in my heart: The ancient people were so delicate that they could make such a big fuss over a cold or fever.

The prince's condition has stabilized, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and prepare to return to the clinic.

But just as he reached the palace gate, he ran into the mysterious man again.

"Imperial Physician Yang." He called me in a deep voice, still with that stern expression on his face.

"You're here again? What's the matter this time?" I looked at him helplessly, thinking to myself: Is this person here to give me a task specifically?

He didn't answer directly, but whispered, "The prince wants to see you."

Your Majesty? Does he have any instructions?

"See me? I'm just a small doctor. Why does the prince want me?" I asked tentatively, feeling a little uneasy.

The man smiled faintly. "Imperial Physician Yang, this matter may be related to the disappearance of the Crown Princess. The Prince hopes you can assist in the investigation. You are a skilled doctor and may be able to help."

The disappearance of the Crown Princess? My heart skipped a beat, and I instantly remembered the mysterious secret passage and the Crown Princess's clothes.

It seems that this matter is not over yet, and the conspiracy behind it is more complicated than I thought.

"Okay, I'll go with you." I didn't say much, but I was already wondering what kind of trouble I would encounter this time.

I followed him all the way to the prince's mansion. As soon as I entered, I saw the prince sitting in the study with a frown and a serious expression.

"Imperial Physician Yang, you're here." The prince's tone softened when he saw me.

"Your humble servant greets His Majesty." I bowed, but I was thinking in my heart: Why is the atmosphere so tense?

"The palace still has no clue about the Crown Princess' disappearance," the prince said straight to the point, "but my people and I have found some clues and suspect she may be hidden somewhere outside the palace."

I nodded, thinking to myself.

Outside the palace? Did he escape through that secret passage?

"However, I'm not calling you here just for the Crown Princess this time." The prince paused, his eyes sharpening. "I suspect someone in the palace is secretly plotting something, or perhaps there's even more to it. You practice medicine in the palace and have come into contact with many important figures. Perhaps you can help me uncover some clues."

A palace conspiracy? This is no small matter. I started to get nervous. I'm just a doctor, and I might get dragged into even bigger trouble.

"Your Highness, I'm just a small doctor. I'm afraid..." I just started to speak when I was interrupted by the prince.

"Imperial Physician Yang, I know you are extremely intelligent, especially your performance in the Eastern Palace has impressed many people." The prince said lightly, with a majesty in his tone that could not be refused.

I'm smart? That's a bit of an exaggeration... However, given the current situation, I couldn't refuse, so I had to bite the bullet and agree.

"Okay, Your Highness, I'll do my best. But please be kind. My medical skills are limited. If I can't find any clues, I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

The prince smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you take risks in vain."

When I left the palace, my mind was still a mess.

The disappearance of the Crown Princess, the conspiracy in the palace, the prince's investigation... these clues are entangled together like a tangled ball of thread.

However, the most important thing now is to maintain my status as an "Internet celebrity doctor."

After all, in such a complex environment, only those with skills can avoid being involved.

When I returned to the clinic, I had just sat down and had no time to catch my breath when there was another rapid knock on the door.

"Imperial Physician Yang, are you there? Come and help!"

Oh my god! I was just about to take a break, and now it happens again?!

I shook my head helplessly and quickly got up to open the door. It seems that traveling back to ancient times and being a doctor is not an easy job.

When will I be able to live a lazy life without having to save people or solve cases?