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

Seeing that the person who came was just a little girl of about fourteen, Nie Qianqian was too lazy to argue with her and continued to leisurely drink her tea.

Seeing that Doctor Qian didn't respond, the little girl's pretty face flushed with anger. She picked up her whip and pointed it at Nie Qianqian, "Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!"

Nie Qianqian said calmly, "Just because you speak to me, does that mean I have to answer?"

The little girl said arrogantly, "Of course, you have to answer my question. Do you know who I am?"

Nie Qianqian: "I don't know, and I'm not interested."

Little girl: "You..."

When she walks around the county town, if she encounters someone who doesn't know what's good for them, she will say this. When the other person asks her what her family is, she will tell them her name and they will be shocked and dare not provoke her anymore.

That old man was really annoying today; he didn't even ask her anything, so how was she supposed to continue?

The little girl snorted: "If you're not interested, I won't say it. I'm going to say it anyway. My father is the head of the Zhao family, and I am the eldest daughter of the Zhao family, Zhao Jiaojiao!"

After Zhao Jiaojiao finished speaking, she glanced sideways at Nie Qianqian, waiting for her reaction.

Nie Qianqian did not react as Zhao Jiaojiao had imagined; she still slowly took a sip of tea.

After a long pause, he said calmly, "Oh, are you very proud?"

Zhao Jiaojiao was stunned. "What...what do you mean?"

Nie Qianqian: "You must be used to introducing yourself like this, right? When you meet people, you don't talk about yourself, you only talk about your father. Does that mean you're good for nothing except having a good father?"

Zhang Zhongjing almost burst out laughing when he heard this, but he tried his best to hold it in. Nie Qianqian's retorts were really hitting the nail on the head.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiaojiao's pretty face flushed red, then turned white, and she bit her lip tightly.

Zhao Jiaojiao had been pampered since childhood and had never been criticized like this before. Nie Qianqian's simple words made her feel ashamed.

Enraged, she glared at him and said, "You charlatan from who-knows-where, how dare you bully me like this! I'll beat you to a pulp today, or I'm not a Zhao!"

Zhao Jiaojiao raised her whip, ready to lash out at Doctor Qian. She was furious and used all her strength, the whip whistling as it flew.

Director Zhang's expression changed. "Watch out!"

Old Fu stood up abruptly, wanting to step forward to stop him, but it was too late.

Aunt Cui and Granny Huang watched coldly, wanting to see if Doctor Qian, whose attitude was so tough, would still be so defiant if he were really whipped.

Huang Po's eyes were filled with disdain. In the medical field, seniority is always the order of things. This Doctor Qian has no qualifications and should be keeping a low profile, but he insists on being arrogant. He deserves to be taught a lesson.

The whip was about to fall, but to the two men's disappointment, it didn't strike Dr. Qian. Instead, Dr. Qian caught it steadily with one hand.

Zhao Jiaojiao was surprised that Doctor Qian could catch the whip. She tried to pull the whip back by pulling hard on one end, but the whip did not budge. "Let go!"

Nie Qianqian: "You told me to put it down."

Before Zhao Jiaojiao could stop, Nie Qianqian released the whip and then unleashed a hidden force along the whip.

The whip suddenly loosened, and Zhao Jiaojiao's body involuntarily fell down. The whip in her hand suddenly seemed to have a life of its own, shaking so violently that her hand went numb. She could no longer hold the whip and let go.

The whip did not fall limply to the ground, but instead, due to Nie Qianqian's hidden force, it lashed backward, striking Huang Po and Cui Gu, who were watching the commotion.

Neither of them expected the whip to lash out at them as if it had grown wings. They were both terrified and screamed as they tried to back away. In their haste, they knocked over stools and teacups on the table, which shattered on the floor.

But the whip was too fast to dodge, and it struck the two men squarely, causing them immediate pain in their shoulders, and the skin under their clothes was probably red and swollen.

Nie Qianqian remained seated, without moving an inch.

If you love watching the drama so much, you should be careful not to get caught in the crossfire.

Standing behind Nie Qianqian, Ah Ling's eyes gleamed, and she excitedly waved her little fist under her sleeve. "Serves you right for looking down on Doctor Qian!"

Seeing the three of them fall over, Director Zhang shrank back and quickly helped the little girl up, saying, "Are you alright? Didn't I tell you to be careful?"

Zhao Jiaojiao's bottom hurt terribly, and her face was all scrunched up. She thought to herself, "Who knew you were telling me to be careful!"

As early as when Zhao Jiaojiao was whipping her, Director Zhang had already foreseen that Nie Qianqian was not one to suffer a loss, and that Zhao Jiaojiao was bound to be dealt with.

"What's going on?" A deep voice rang out, and a middle-aged man wearing a Tamamo-no-Mae robe hurriedly walked in.

Zhao Jiaojiao felt like she had seen a savior and immediately cried out in a tearful voice, "Dad!"

The person who came was Zhao Xuanmu, the patriarch of the Zhao family.

Unlike the businessmen Nie Qianqian had seen before, the man was dressed elegantly. His robe was made of the finest silk, with a light jade color and embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, adding a touch of refined scholarly air to Master Zhao.

Zhao Xuanmu didn't pay attention to Zhao Jiaojiao immediately. Instead, he asked the servants present about the situation. The servants gave a brief description, and Zhao Xuanmu immediately knew that it was his spoiled girl who had caused trouble again.

Zhao Xuanmu pointed at Zhao Jiaojiao and scolded, "The doctors here are all highly skilled. How dare you make such comments? Your mother is about to give birth. Stop causing trouble and get out of here!"

Zhao Xuanmu had a mild temper and never spoke harshly to his daughter. However, with Madam Zhao about to give birth, he was worried, and a distinguished guest had suddenly arrived at his residence, requiring him to be polite and entertain him. With so many things to do, he was already quite agitated.

Zhao Jiaojiao pouted, tears welling up in her eyes. Her father's attitude today was so harsh; not only did he not help her, but he also sided with outsiders.

Zhao Jiaojiao stood up, snorted, ignored her father, and walked straight to the door. After leaving the room, she turned around and glared fiercely at Doctor Qian.

She muttered under her breath, "What kind of doctor could have such martial arts skills? This person must be a charlatan. He doesn't even show his true face and is just putting on airs. He must have ulterior motives. I will definitely catch him red-handed."

After Zhao Jiaojiao left, Zhao Xuanmu said to Nie Qianqian with deep regret, "This girl is still young and I have spoiled her since she was a child. She was disrespectful to Doctor Qian. I apologize for this."

After saying that, he apologized to Granny Huang, Aunt Cui, and the others.

Zhao Xuanmu was not like Zhao Jiaojiao, an innocent girl. He was born into a prominent family and had been able to read people's expressions since childhood. Having been in the martial arts world for many years, he was naturally tactful and spoke in a way that made people feel comfortable.

This Physician Qian was highly recommended to him by Qian Yikuang. He thought that having extra protection would be a good thing, so he invited him over, but in fact he didn't have high expectations for Physician Qian.

Aunt Cui, Granny Huang, and Old Master Fu are all renowned doctors in the provincial capital, with extensive experience in childbirth. Bringing Dr. Qian over is just to make up the numbers.

However, he naturally wouldn't reveal these thoughts.

Zhao Xuanmu had someone tidy up the mess in the room and brought out some fresh hot tea to calm the group down.

Zhao Xuanmu looked out of the courtyard. There stood a huge pomegranate tree, its golden leaves falling in the autumn breeze. Pomegranate trees were often planted in wealthy households, symbolizing many children and good fortune.

He had already had someone examine his wife's pregnancy, and it was 70-80% likely to be a boy. This child was of great importance to him.

Zhao Xuanmu closed his eyes and prayed in his heart, hoping that the baby would be born smoothly.