Travels of a Female Physician in the Ming Dynasty

I thought that after I had diagnosed the prince's illness and saved an old man who had fainted from hunger, today's matter was over.

As a result, before I could return to the clinic to catch my breath, there was another rapid knock on the door.

I wondered if this clinic was having a big sale today? Why were there so many patients?

I muttered to myself as I went to open the door, but when I opened it—my goodness, I almost took three steps back in fright at the person standing outside.

I saw a fat man standing at the door, so fat that he almost filled the door frame.

He held his stomach with one hand and held the door frame with the other, his face full of pain, as if he was about to fall down at any second.

"Doctor Yang! Help!" the fat man shouted breathlessly.

I was stunned for a moment, thinking, what's wrong with this gentleman? Judging from his physique, he should be a typical "eat anything and enjoy it" type, so why is he crying for help?

"What's wrong with you? Come in and tell me." I quickly let him in.

The fat man walked in while groaning in pain: "My stomach hurts so much, it feels like it's going to explode! Can you take a look at me quickly? Do I have some terminal illness?"

I was speechless. A terminal illness? With your body type, could you possibly have one? I think you've overeaten.

I asked him to sit down and began to ask, "What have you eaten recently? Have you eaten anything particularly large?"

When the fat man heard this, his eyes evaded a little, but he finally confessed honestly: "Last night... I ate two roast ducks, five pounds of beef, and a big bowl of rice... Oh, and half a lamb."

I almost dropped the medicine box in my hand.

Is this guy a reincarnated pig? He eats more than everyone else I've ever met combined!

I suppressed my laughter and said seriously, "Your condition isn't a terminal illness, it's foodie syndrome. In short, you've eaten too much and are feeling full."

When the fat man heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his sweat: "That's good, that's good! I thought I was going to die!"

I couldn't help but complain: "If you eat like this, you'll die sooner or later!"

He looked embarrassed and scratched his head: "I just...it looked delicious and I couldn't help myself."

I shook my head, prescribed him some digestive medicine, and told him to eat less.

The fat man nodded as he took the medicine. As he left, he turned back and asked, "Doctor Yang, can I have some more when I get better?"

I almost choked at his question, but I forced myself not to roll my eyes. “If you eat that much again, I won’t be able to save you next time.”

The fat man left in disgrace, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. It's truly eye-opening to realize that even ancient people were foodies.

I was just about to pack up, thinking I could take a break for the day, but then the outside of the clinic became bustling again.

"Imperial Physician Yang! Come and save me!" This time the voice was more urgent and filled with tears.

I held my forehead helplessly. What happened today?

Are they all here for "lifesaving"? Is this clinic located in some "incurable disease gathering place"?

I hurried to the door, only to see a servant rushing in, sweating profusely. "Doctor Yang, come with me! Our young lady has suddenly fainted!"

When I heard "the lady fainted", my heart skipped a beat.

This type of "young lady" patient is always troublesome. If she is the daughter of a wealthy family, and if I can't cure her, my life will be in danger.

However, as a professional doctor, I couldn't refuse, so I had to follow the servant and hurried to their house.

Along the way, the servant kept urging me to walk faster, and I was almost pulled by him to run.

After finally arriving at their door, I saw that the house was quite large and it was obviously a wealthy family.

I was led into the young lady's boudoir. The room was filled with a strong fragrance. A delicate woman was lying on the bed. Her face was pale and sweat was on her forehead.

"Imperial Physician Yang, please take a look at my young lady. She has been unconscious for almost half an hour!" The maid was so anxious that she was running around in circles.

I immediately went forward and took the lady's pulse.

Her pulse was a little weak, but there was nothing serious wrong with her. It seemed that it was caused by emotional excitement.

"Miss, have you been frightened recently or have you been experiencing mood swings?" I asked while observing her expression.

The maid nodded repeatedly: "Yes, the young lady just heard a few days ago that her cousin was going to marry someone else. She was so angry that she didn't even eat. Just now she heard that her cousin's wedding was scheduled, and now...she fainted."

When I heard this, I almost burst out laughing. It turned out to be a broken heart!

"It's nothing serious." I breathed a sigh of relief and prescribed some tranquilizers for the young lady. I also reminded her to get more rest and not faint easily again.

At this time, the young lady woke up faintly, opened her eyes and asked, "Imperial Physician Yang, am I dying?"

The corners of my mouth twitched slightly, and I thought to myself, could this "broken heart syndrome" of yours kill you?

"You're fine, you just lack energy and blood, and your emotions are fluctuating too much. Go back and have a good rest. You'll be fine in a few days." I tried to comfort her in a gentle tone.

When the young lady heard this, tears began to fall again: "But my cousin... wuwuwu..."

My alarm bells immediately went off. Oh no! If I start fainting from crying again, I don't want to do it again!

I handed her a handkerchief decisively: "You can cry, but don't cry too hard, otherwise you'll faint again."

The lady took the handkerchief, looked at me with tears in her eyes, and nodded.

I quickly took advantage of her calmness and slipped away.

Back at the clinic, I finally had time to sit down and drink some tea.

Today was more tiring than treating the Empress and the Crown Prince. I encountered all kinds of strange patients.

Just as I was thinking about it, Zhu Yuan suddenly appeared out of nowhere and came up to me with a smile: "Imperial Physician Yang, are you busy today?"

I glanced at him, thinking that now that he showed up, I'd probably be busy again. "What are you doing here?"

Zhu Yuan looked excited. "I heard there's a miracle doctor competition happening outside the city recently! Do you want to go and see it? The contestants are all miracle doctors, and I heard the winner will get a gold medal!"

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "A miracle doctor competition? And a gold medal? What kind of quack story are you listening to?"

Zhu Yuan nodded seriously. "Really? I just heard about it from the city. This is a big event this year. You're such a great doctor, it would be a waste if you didn't participate!"

I shook my head, thinking, how can I, a modern doctor who traveled through time and space, compete with these "miracle doctors"? I don't want to cause trouble for myself.

"I'm not going. I'm busy." I refused decisively.

Zhu Yuan, however, refused to give up and continued to persuade him, "Hey, Imperial Physician Yang, think about it. If you win, everyone in the city will know your name, and then you'll become a famous doctor!"

I curled my lips and said, "I'm pretty famous now, so there's no need for me to compete."

Seeing that I was unmoved, Zhu Yuan scratched his head and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind: "Then... if you don't go, I will have to fight on your behalf!"

I was stunned: "You? You know medicine?"

Zhu Yuan patted his chest seriously and said, "No, but I can pretend to be you! Anyway, if I say I am you, who can tell the difference?"

I almost died of laughter at his fantastic logic: "If you go like this, you'll get beaten up before you even get on stage!"

Zhu Yuan chuckled, "Then just come with me! You can give me advice from the side, and I promise not to cause any trouble!"

I thought to myself, it would be strange if you didn’t cause trouble.

But when I thought about what kind of joke he might make if he went there alone, and I'd probably be implicated, I sighed helplessly: "Okay, I'll go with you, but you have to promise not to cause any trouble."

Zhu Yuan immediately smiled brightly: "Okay, okay! I'll definitely listen to you!"

So, the next day, feeling helpless, I went to the so-called "miracle doctor competition" outside the city with Zhu Yuan, this "lively guy".