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

After Liu Meiqing left, Qian Yikuang still had a smile on his face. Watching her back, he said to himself, "Fortunately, that villain didn't poison Meiqing."

Nie Qianqian rolled her eyes at Qian Yikuang's silly grin.

She feigned some hesitation, "Your wife's health..."

Qian Yikuang: "What's wrong with Meiqing's health? Is there something amiss? Doctor Qian, please feel free to speak."

Nie Qianqian said leisurely, "There's nothing wrong with it. On the contrary, your wife's blood and energy are flowing smoothly and her essence is abundant. The art of the bedroom conforms to the principles of Yin and Yang. Those who know how to use it can nourish their lives, preserve their essence, replenish their energy, and restore their essence. Your wife's pulse clearly shows that she has had frequent and harmonious sexual relations with Master Qian, and that she has been properly nourished. However..."

"However, your wife is taking good care of herself. Mr. Qian, your kidneys are already weakened due to the poisoning. You should not have sex so frequently or for so long. You should exercise moderation, otherwise you will harm your health."

As Nie Qianqian spoke, Qian Yikuang's smile slowly froze, his lips gradually drooped, and his once rosy complexion turned ashen.

Nie Qianqian: Why aren't you smiling? Are you just naturally averse to smiling...?

Qian Yikuang really couldn't laugh, not even a little bit.

Frequent and prolonged sexual activity? That's completely irrelevant to him...

For the past year or so, he has been feeling weak and often only has the energy to last for ten days to half a month, and each time it only lasts for a few minutes. Such a situation can hardly be described as frequent or prolonged.

Who nourished Meiqing's body?

Qian Yikuang felt increasingly uneasy and angry. He clenched his fists and slammed them against the bedpost with a bang.

He gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence, "How is that possible?!"

Nie Qianqian, knowing full well what was going on, asked, "What? How is that possible? What is Mr. Qian talking about?"

Qian Yikuang, a grown man, couldn't openly admit his inadequacy. Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. The matter wasn't clear yet; perhaps Meiqing had taken some nourishing supplements. Without solid evidence, he couldn't be sure that Meiqing had betrayed him.

Qian Yikuang suppressed his doubts and anger, "It's alright, Doctor Qian, please perform acupuncture on me."

Nie Qianqian continued to perform acupuncture on Qian Yikuang as usual. Before the acupuncture was halfway done, she stopped and said slowly, "Master Qian's blood and qi are surging, and his heart is restless. He is really not suitable for acupuncture, otherwise it will damage his body."

Qian Yikuang had been restless for a while, his mind filled with images of his wife's infidelity. He suddenly sat up and sent for his trusted servant, "These next few days, besides Steward Zheng, you keep an eye on Madam's whereabouts and report everything to me. Do you understand?"

The servant nodded hastily, wondering why his master was so angry.

Qian Yikuang then asked, "I told you to keep an eye on Steward Zheng. Has he made any unusual moves?"

The trusted servant replied, "Nothing special, but just a short while ago, Steward Zheng went alone to a guest room in the northeast corner and hasn't come out yet. I wonder what he's doing."

Qian Yikuang frowned more and more as he listened to the servant's reply. At this time, Steward Zheng ran to a guest room.

His heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly put on his outer robe and rushed outside, shouting, "Lead the way! Lead the way!"

The servant hurriedly followed and told Qian Yikuang his location.

Nie Qianqian wasn't going to stay inside; she was eager to be on the front lines of the gossip. She called out to Qian Yikuang from behind, "Mr. Qian, take care of yourself." After saying that, she chased after him.

It was a secluded courtyard, a place where few people ever came, but it wasn't the guest room that Nie Qianqian had bumped into last time.

Far away, behind a large tree outside the courtyard, the same maid was still guarding the place, looking back and forth from time to time.

Qian Yikuang recognized the maid as the lady's personal maid, and his heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, chilling him to the bone.

He ordered his servant to cover the maid's mouth from behind, preventing her from making a sound. After dealing with the maid, Qian Yikuang tiptoed into the courtyard.

Qian Yikuang stared intently at the door, his eyes growing increasingly red, his mind buzzing, completely oblivious to the fact that Doctor Qian was always by his side.

He approached the door and, without even pressing his ear against it, could hear Mei Qing's wanton moans coming from inside.

"Ah~~~~~~"

Nie Qianqian compared them and thought, "Hmm, this time the voice is more intense and charming, truly deserving of the title 'beautiful voice'."

"Why are you shouting so loudly, you little slut? Didn't we agree to lay low for the next few days and not meet each other? Why can't you hold back now?"

Nie Qianqian turned her head to look at Qian Yikuang's expression with some reluctance. She saw that his face was ashen, and his eyes were like two raging flames, as if he could spew out anger at any moment. He was clearly furious to the extreme.

“The old man is still in bed, what’s there to be afraid of?” Mei Qing’s voice trembled.

"He can't satisfy you unless he's lying down!"

"Aah~"

Qian Yikuang couldn't listen any longer. His whole body trembled, and he kicked the door open with all his might! He roared angrily:

"Bitch!!!"

Just as Steward Zheng was about to reach the summit, the door was suddenly kicked open, scaring him half to death.

The scene before him made Qian Yikuang's blood boil. The adulterous couple had taken off their clothes, and Liu Meiqing's face was flushed, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead that made her hair stick to her cheeks. Her face was more charming than he had ever seen before.

Qian Yikuang rushed to the bedside and used all his strength to punch Manager Zheng. Manager Zheng was caught in the act and for a moment forgot to fight back, and was punched several times by Qian Yikuang.

Qian Yikuang's hands were trembling as he pointed at Meiqing and said fiercely, "You slut, I've been so good to you, made you my legal wife, and trusted you so much, how dare you!"

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After several slaps, Liu Meiqing's cheeks were swollen high, and blood was seeping from the corners of her mouth. Ignoring the injuries on her face, she tightly gripped Qian Yikuang's clothes. "Master, listen to me! I was drugged and bewitched! Master, Master, you have to believe me!"

Qian Yikuang no longer believed her words. "You shameless woman, how dare you try to deny it here? You and this adulterer have been having an affair for a long time, how dare you lie to me!"

Manager Zheng regained his senses, hastily put on his clothes, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. "Meiqing, if we're going to do this, we might as well go all the way!"

Liu Meiqing did not answer him, she just kept crying.

Manager Zheng's face grew increasingly sinister, and he picked up a stool from the ground, intending to smash it at Qian Yikuang.

Qian Yikuang was a frail fat man, and his fighting skills were far inferior to those of Manager Zheng. If Manager Zheng hadn't been stunned and hadn't been caught off guard, Qian Yikuang's punches wouldn't have hit him at all.

Qian Yikuang was suddenly terrified as he watched the stool about to fall. Was Manager Zheng really so ruthless that he dared to attack him directly?!

Impulsiveness is the devil; he was really careless. He should have gathered more people before catching them in the act.

He was filled with despair; was this how he was going to die today...?

Just as Qian Yikuang was in a panic, a familiar voice rang out, and a hand easily caught the stool that was about to hit him.

"With me here, don't even think about it."