A peasant girl travels through time with a hospital, rising to become an empress.

The middle-aged man could tell that the young woman in front of him had medical skills, but she was so young, what if he didn't know his own strength when he treated her?

He waved his hand with all his might to refuse: "There's no need for acupuncture."

Nie Qianqian was helpless. In her previous life, she was an attending physician at a key hospital in the capital, proficient in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine. Countless people came from all over the country just to get an appointment with her as a specialist and have her give them a few acupuncture treatments. But in this other world, she was disliked by people.

She could understand what the middle-aged man in front of her was thinking; in his eyes, she was just an ordinary peasant woman passing by.

She adopted the same mindset she would use when treating a child, took a deep breath, and said, "Your anemia is quite severe. If I don't use acupuncture to relieve it today, you'll probably be stuck in this position for an hour before you recover. Trust me, this is a family secret recipe; it will cure you instantly."

Looking into Nie Qianqian's confident eyes, the middle-aged man felt an inexplicable urge to believe her, yet a hint of hesitation remained.

"that……"

Nie Qianqian's patience ran out. "Stop nagging and turn around."

After speaking, he turned the middle-aged man to the side and applied acupuncture to his diaphragm, spleen and other acupoints. His acupuncture hands were accurate and steady, and he quickly finished the acupuncture.

The middle-aged man was still in a daze when Nie Qianqian turned him over and stuck needles into him. He thought to himself, "This woman looks weak, but she has a decisive personality."

He had been somewhat skeptical, but his dizziness was quickly relieved after she administered the acupuncture. By the time Nie Qianqian removed the needles, he was able to sit up on his own.

This young lady's medical skills are truly amazing.

"Go back and get 10 grams of Angelica sinensis, 60 grams of Astragalus membranaceus, 20 grams of donkey-hide gelatin, 10 grams each of Rehmannia glutinosa, Dioscorea opposita, processed Polygonum multiflorum, and Lycium barbarum. Decocted in water and drunk once a day."

"Food is worse than medicine. You need to change your diet. You must eat more red meat on weekdays and eat offal 1-2 times a week."

This time, the middle-aged man had no more doubts and nodded hurriedly.

After finishing her treatment, Nie Qianqian looked at the setting sun and sighed helplessly. She wondered if she would miss Grandpa Li's oxcart back to the village because of this delay.

Nie Qianqian stood up, dusted off her knees, and prepared to continue her journey.

The man slowly stood up. "Madam, I am so grateful to have met you. You relieved my dizziness. May I ask your name? I will repay you handsomely."

Hearing his words, Nie Qianqian lowered her leg, which she had already lifted, turned around, blinked her eyes, and asked with interest, "We've only just met, so let's forget about the formalities. But, Uncle, how are you going to thank me?"

The middle-aged man was surprised that this young woman, despite her young age, was so outspoken and direct. He coughed twice and said, "Of course, I have to pay for the consultation."

Nie Qianqian's eyes lit up. She had been so focused on getting on her way that she had forgotten to ask for payment. It would be a fool not to make money when there was an opportunity, especially since she was weak, poor, and desperately short of cash. She held out her palm to the middle-aged man and said, "That makes sense."

The middle-aged man was stunned by her directness; there was no one else in the entire town of Fulin who would so bluntly ask him for money.

He came to his senses and hurriedly checked his pockets. He didn't usually carry much silver with him when he went out; he only had some loose silver in his purse, about two taels of silver, which he gave to Nie Qianqian.

Nie Qianqian beamed, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, looking every bit the little money-grubber. She tossed the silver coins around in her hand, saying, "Thanks."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, "My lady is too kind. I should be thanking you for what happened today."

"Since we get along so well, I'll give you another prescription. Taking it will relieve your headaches considerably."

The middle-aged man silently noted down the prescription Nie Qianqian had given him, and asked:

"My wife was able to tell that I have headaches?"

Nie Qianqian: "Diagnosing a patient involves observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. Sometimes, you can tell what symptoms a patient has just by looking at their face. Besides, I just took your pulse."

Just now, Nie Qianqian took his pulse, and although the time was short, her diagnosis was accurate. In the past, when he went to the clinic, the old doctors would take his pulse for so long that his buttocks would ache.

The middle-aged man said, "My lady has excellent medical skills. She only took my pulse and knew the illness in such a short time."

Nie Qianqian said, "If I were to take your pulse carefully, I'm afraid I would have to tell you about ten or eight more ailments. I'm worried you didn't bring enough money for today's consultation."

The middle-aged man was stunned and speechless for a moment.

Nie Qianqian smiled and said, "Uncle, don't panic. I was just joking with you. Everyone eats grains and other foods, so how could anyone be without any health problems? The ten or eight I mentioned are all minor issues and don't need to worry about them."

The middle-aged man laughed heartily, thinking to himself that his wife was quite amusing in joking with him. "What my wife says makes sense."

The middle-aged man wanted to exchange a few more pleasantries with her, but Nie Qianqian really didn't have time to catch the carriage. She left with the words "see you again if fate allows" and hurriedly departed.

If others saw that Nie Qianqian missed a chance to chat with this middle-aged man just to catch a bullock cart, they would probably shake her head to see if she had gotten water in it.

Just as Nie Qianqian's figure disappeared at the alley entrance, two people quickly walked out of the back door of Jishetang. The one in the lead was an elderly man with a white beard, wearing a wide robe embroidered with the words "Jishetang". Behind him was a boy who looked to be about 10 years old, with a childlike face.

"Lord Tang, I've been looking for you for ages!"

The middle-aged man addressed as Lord Tang smiled somewhat embarrassedly. "A yamen runner from the county came to report that there was an urgent matter to attend to at the county office, which is why I had to leave halfway. I apologize for worrying Doctor Zhang."

Doctor Zhang stroked his beard. "I just took your pulse, and it was weak and floating, indicating a deficiency of both qi and blood. You need to replenish your qi and blood and rest well. You must not work as hard as you usually do."

Lord Tang smiled bitterly. As the magistrate of Fulin County, he was in charge of one county and eight towns. From the moment he put on his official robes, he was determined to be a good local official. The county affairs were complicated and tedious, and he handled them all personally. Inevitably, he was overwhelmed. He used to be a great eater, but now, in order to save time, he just eats whatever he can find. Moreover, due to long-term mental stress, he felt nauseous at the sight of meat and had not eaten any meat for a long time.

"Dr. Zhang is right. I had only taken a few quick steps when I suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed after leaving the back door. Luckily, a doctor happened to pass by and gave me acupuncture, which helped me recover."

Doctor Zhang immediately became interested. "Oh? Lord Tang suffers from blood deficiency and needs gentle blood-tonifying medicine. Can acupuncture also alleviate the symptoms?"

Lord Tang: "That's right. The doctor just applied pressure to several acupoints for me, and the effect was immediate."

Dr. Zhang's original name was Zhang Zhongjing. He was the curator of Jishetang Medical Clinic. He devoted his entire life to the art of medicine, without any distractions. He never married and could be described as a medical fanatic.

Doctor Zhang immediately became interested, his somewhat cloudy eyes brightening as he eagerly asked, "Does Lord Tang still remember which acupoints it is?"

Based on his vague memory, Tang Jincheng pointed to the acupoints on his body. Doctor Zhang stepped forward and couldn't help but reach out and feel around the approximate locations Tang Jincheng had pointed to, muttering to himself.

"Could it be the Spleen Shu point? Or some other acupoint?"

The young apprentice medicine boy standing nearby reminded him, "Ahem, Master, we're on the street."

Doctor Zhang snapped out of his daze and rubbed his hands sheepishly. "You flatter me, Lord Tang. I just can't control myself when I hear about acupuncture."

Traditional Chinese medicine has become widespread in this era, and the system of treating symptoms using naturally grown medicinal materials has become relatively mature. However, the development of acupuncture is far behind the accumulation of five thousand years of Chinese civilization, and can only be said to be just beginning.

"Lord Tang, was the doctor who treated you a physician from my Jishetang clinic?"

Tang Jincheng recalled Nie Qianqian's attire, which clearly indicated she wasn't a legitimate doctor from Jishetang, and shook his head, saying, "No."

"I've lived in this town for many years and have recognized almost every doctor, both famous and unknown. Could you describe his physical characteristics?"

Tang Jincheng recalled Nie Qianqian's image and slowly said, "She was wearing a gray cloth dress, cough cough, covered in patches."

Zhang Zhongjing: "Huh?" Patch...

Tang Jincheng: "He was carrying a large bamboo basket on his back and two small bamboo baskets in his hands, looking travel-worn."

Zhang Zhongjing: "Huh?" Three bamboo baskets...

Tang Jincheng: "She looks to be no more than 28 years old, and she is a woman."

Zhang Zhongjing: "Huh?" It's actually a little girl?

The young apprentice couldn't help but speak up: "Lord Tang, are you sure you're not mistaken? We don't know anyone by that name."

Tang Jincheng shook his head. "It can't be wrong."

Zhang Zhongjing pieced together several adjectives describing Tang Jincheng to create this image.

A young female doctor, covered in dirt and patches, carrying goods?

When did this person arrive in town?