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

Nie Qianqian cut the umbilical cord, walked to the three women, and released their acupoints.

Nie Qianqian: "I'm leaving the child with you. You go to the side room to look after the child. I need to focus on saving Hu Wanwan."

Granny Huang stared intently at Nie Qianqian. Words can deceive, but actions cannot.

Huang Po was ashamed of herself for Nie Qianqian's smooth and efficient cesarean section. She knew she couldn't have done it as quickly, methodically, and smoothly as she had.

Is there really any hope for Hu Wanwan?

Old Fu placed the medicine bottle he was carrying on the table. "I have some Qi-preserving powder that I developed myself. Doctor Qian, please see if it can be used." His tone and attitude were completely different from before.

Aunt Cui remained silent, never looking directly at Doctor Qian, and quietly wrapped the child up before carrying him into a side room.

After the three left, Nie Qianqian directed A Ling to help, and meticulously stitched up Hu Wanwan's wounds.

With limited hospital space, simple equipment, and a rudimentary environment, Nie Qianqian was completely focused, afraid of making a mistake.

Ah Ling stood quietly to the side, doing whatever Doctor Qian asked her to do. But she noticed that the veil on Doctor Qian's bamboo hat was stained with blood, and the stain was spreading, with most of it already soiled.

"Dr. Qian, your bamboo hat..."

Even though Ah Ling didn't say anything, Nie Qianqian noticed that the veil in front of her was dirty, and she could no longer see Hu Wanwan's layers of wounds clearly. Moreover, the veil was stained with blood and was getting heavier and heavier, which was really inconvenient.

She stopped what she was doing. Suturing was a delicate task. The abdomen had been cut open seven times, and each layer needed to be sewn back together. This required a good field of vision. If she looked down to examine the wound closely, the veil would touch Hu Wanwan's wound. Since the wound had not been properly disinfected and was not in a sterile environment, such an operation could easily cause an infection.

Nie Qianqian's gaze swept between Ah Ling and Hu Wanwan. Knowing Ah Ling's personality, once she acknowledged her as her master, she would be loyal to her without question. If she were to take Ah Ling with her to practice medicine and treat patients in the future, she would inevitably need Ah Ling's help.

After a moment's thought, Nie Qianqian drew back the curtain beside the bed and took off the straw hat from her head.

This action clearly surprised Ah Ling. Ever since she first met Doctor Qian, Doctor Qian had always worn a veil. She had guessed that Doctor Qian probably had a disfigured face and did not show his true face.

Ah Ling stared wide-eyed as the veil was slowly removed, revealing not an old and haggard face, but a beautiful woman who looked only a few years older than her.

The beauty's eyes were like deep pools of clear blue water, and at this moment, he was staring intently at her.

Ah Ling stammered, her voice extremely low, "Dr. Qian, are you a woman?"

The highly skilled physician, martial arts expert, and meticulous doctor Qian is actually such a young woman!

Nie Qianqian nodded and whispered, "Yes, but for some reasons I don't want outsiders to know my identity, so I've always called myself Doctor Qian to conceal my appearance. Ah Ling, are you still willing to follow me?"

Ah Ling nodded vigorously, "Of course, Ah Ling is grateful to Doctor Qian for saving my life and is willing to follow you forever, regardless of whether Doctor Qian is a man or a woman."

Nie Qianqian smiled faintly, "Then you must keep this secret for me."

Ah Ling knelt down with a thud, solemnly declaring, "Ah Ling swears on her life that she will never reveal a single word and will never betray Doctor Qian!"

Ah Ling is inherently loyal. Doctor Qian showing his true self is a sign of his deep trust in her, and she will never betray that trust.

Nie Qianqian quickly pulled her up, both amused and exasperated by her grand gesture.

She wasn't some princess or noblewoman who had fallen into poverty and had a hidden powerful identity. She was just a peasant girl who used the pseudonym of a doctor to avoid trouble and save herself the trouble of explaining things.

Nie Qianqian: "We'll talk about the rest later. Saving this pregnant woman is the most important thing."

Ah Ling nodded and continued to help Nie Qianqian. Without this veil, she felt that the distance between her and Doctor Qian had shortened considerably.

During the surgery, Ah Ling saw Nie Qianqian take out all sorts of strange and unfamiliar things. She was curious, but didn't ask any questions.

Without the veil obstructing her view, Nie Qianqian was able to perform the surgery more skillfully, and finished suturing in less than half an hour.

Because of the breech presentation and the delayed surgery, Hu Wanwan suffered excessive bleeding and was severely weakened. Fortunately, she intervened in time to stop the bleeding and transfuse blood, preventing a major hemorrhage.

After Huang Po and the others finished treating the baby and showed it to Zhao Xuanmu, they stayed in the outer hall with Zhao Xuanmu.

Time passed second by second. Inside the room, Nie Qianqian hung up an IV drip for Hu Wanwan and stayed by her side with A Ling. In the outer room, Zhao Xuanmu paced back and forth, his anxiety and doubt growing stronger.

Zhao Xuanmu couldn't help but ask, "Can Doctor Qian really save Wanwan?"

Half an hour ago, Granny Huang and Aunt Cui would have scoffed and concluded that he was boasting, but now, none of the three responded; they simply waited quietly.

They also want to know the answer.

Zhao Jiaojiao sobbed occasionally, whispering to Chu Shaoyang who hadn't left, "Brother Chu, thank you for staying with me. My mother will wake up, right?"

Chu Shaoyang lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and nodded slightly, recalling that firm and proud gaze.

Zhao Jiaojiao's heart gradually calmed down. The fairy brother had a cold exterior but a warm heart. He had been worried about her and had stayed with her until now. She wished that the fairy brother could stay with her forever.

A blush crept onto Zhao Jiaojiao's face, but then she suddenly remembered the woman who had moved into the mansion with the fairy brother, and pouted in annoyance.

About half an hour later, the anesthesia wore off, and Hu Wanwan slowly woke up.

Hu Wanwan stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, and after a long while, she muttered to herself, "I... I'm still alive?"

Ah Ling: "It was my doctor, Dr. Qian, who saved you." Her tone was full of pride.

Hu Wanwan turned her head to look at Doctor Qian, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling, "Thank you, Doctor Qian, for saving my life." After saying that, she burst into tears.

Nie Qianqian had put her bamboo hat back on and said slowly, "Since I have made a promise to you, I will keep my word. You have just given birth, so don't cry, it will hurt your eyes."

Those in the outer hall reacted differently to the commotion inside.

Director Zhang breathed a long sigh of relief. He had saved his reputation; Nie Qianqian never disappointed him.

Huang Po's pupils suddenly contracted, and she looked into the inner room in disbelief.

They actually saved him?!

He, Doctor Qian, has such skill!

Aunt Cui still couldn't believe it, her lips twitching. How could such an unknown guy have saved Hu Wanwan? "Could it be a deathbed resurgence?"

With a look of inquiry in his eyes, Old Fu said, "Go inside and take a look, and you'll find out."

Chu Shaoyang's lips curled up into a faint smile; this woman was truly extraordinary.

Zhao Jiaojiao caught a glimpse of Chu Shaoyang's smile and was momentarily stunned.

Knowing the result, Chu Shaoyang got up and left. Zhao Jiaojiao watched his graceful figure disappear into the distance, and a feeling of admiration rose in her heart.

Upon hearing Hu Wanwan's cries, Zhao Xuanmu felt an urge to weep as well. Unable to contain himself any longer, he asked through the screen, "Doctor Qian, may I go in and see Madam?"

Nie Qianqian: "Come in."

Zhao Xuanmu and his entourage entered the inner hall. Ignoring the dirt on the bed, Zhao Xuanmu sat down beside Hu Wanwan, his eyes filled with the preciousness of something lost and then regained. He gently took Hu Wanwan's hand and pressed it against his cheek, saying, "My lady has suffered. Heaven has taken pity on you and the child, and you are both safe."

Zhao Xuanmu's eyes were filled with tears, his feelings were indeed sincere, but Nie Qianqian looked down on such affection.

Belated affection is worth less than grass; if one did not choose his wife when he was on the verge of death, how much affection can he have now?

But when she looked at Hu Wanwan, there was no complaint in her eyes, only affection. Perhaps in this era, Zhao Xuanmu's kind of affection was enough to satisfy a woman.

Alas, Nie Qianqian didn't care for such feelings.

She thought of Gu Xiao. If they were in each other's shoes, what choice would Gu Xiao make?