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

As early as when Master Qiao first taught Nie Qianqian martial arts and the two fought, Nie Qianqian keenly sensed that Master Qiao was poisoned.

In the days that followed, she remained calm and collected, taking advantage of casual jokes to take Qiao Lao's pulse. Through observation and contemplation, she made a preliminary judgment about the poison that Qiao Lao had been poisoned by.

This poison is truly extraordinary; if it weren't for Elder Qiao's profound internal strength, an ordinary person would not have been able to withstand it until now.

Although the poison was difficult to cure, Nie Qianqian was confident that she could resolve it herself.

Old Qiao, who had always appeared leisurely and indifferent to worldly affairs, froze on the spot upon hearing Nie Qianqian's words, "I can solve it," and remained silent for a long time.

His eyes grew increasingly murky, as if a raging storm was brewing beneath the calm surface of a lake, and it was impossible to know what he was thinking at that moment.

After a long silence, he suppressed the turmoil in his heart and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Can you really cure it?"

Nie Qianqian nodded firmly with a resolute expression and said:

"It can be cured, but it will take some effort."

Old Qiao slowly raised his head, and after a long while, he slowly spoke:

"In this world, there is no one left for this old man to protect, and nothing left for me to cling to or be unable to let go of. If this poison can be cured, I will enjoy the splendor of this world; if it cannot be cured, I will depart peacefully, which would not be bad either."

“Girl, you are truly extraordinary. I’m afraid even those so-called miracle doctors in this world who claim to be able to ‘bring the dead back to life and heal flesh and bone’ wouldn’t dare to claim they could cure my poison. You have quite a few secrets to you.”

Nie Qianqian smiled slightly and said, "Old Qiao, everyone has their own secrets."

Her words were a veiled reference to Elder Qiao. Elder Qiao's martial arts skills were unparalleled, yet he was also suffering from a deadly poison, clearly indicating that he was no ordinary person and must have a hidden past.

Upon hearing this, Old Qiao laughed heartily and said, "That's right! I think your icy husband is also full of secrets." At this moment, Liu Yan saw that Old Qiao had not kept up with the group and had turned back. She happened to hear Old Qiao's words and couldn't help but ask, "Old Qiao, what are you and Qianqian talking about?"

Old Qiao smiled mysteriously and said, "It's a secret."

Nie Qianqian shrugged as well, mimicking Old Qiao's tone, and said, "It's a secret."

Liu Yan looked puzzled, wondering why this old woman and the young boy were keeping their own little secrets. She couldn't help but mutter, "There aren't that many secrets, I don't even..."

Before he could finish speaking, Old Qiao burst into laughter again. Liu Yan's words seemed to have hit his funny bone, making him laugh so hard he couldn't straighten up. He said sarcastically, "Little Swallow, you and Xiong Da are the only ones who don't have any secrets..."

In Qiao Lao’s view, even Xiao Tuantuan in this family is different from others, except for Liu Yan and Liu Xiong, who are as pure as clear water and can be seen through at a glance.

Before leaving, Old Qiao said to Nie Qianqian, "Girl, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Life and death are predestined, just let nature take its course."

After the others left, Nie Qianqian called Fu Niang and Tan'er to her side.

The two stood respectfully before her. Tan'er had just pledged her loyalty yesterday and was eager to follow Nie Qianqian. Now she was full of anticipation for receiving a task.

Seeing this, Nie Qianqian said, "Please sit down."

But the two of them remained standing, motionless.

Nie Qianqian explained, "My rules here are all about the issue, not the person. We don't follow the rules of standing and talking between masters and servants. Please sit down."

The two then carefully sat down. Nie Qianqian took Fu Niang's hand, took her pulse, and said, "Fu Niang, have you lost your sense of smell? And your sense of taste is probably gradually deteriorating as well?"