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

Everyone had thought there was no hope, but unexpectedly, Nie Qianqian said that the disease could be cured.

"Can it really save them?"

"Maybe there really is hope."

Tang Jincheng pointed to Doctor Qian and introduced him: "This is Doctor Qian, a physician from a hermit clan. He has unique methods for treating all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. If he says he can cure a patient, then he definitely can!"

The old man, who had just been stubbornly insisting he wasn't afraid of death, was now in tears, muttering to himself, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

People will desperately cling to any glimmer of hope for survival.

A middle-aged man with relatively mild symptoms forced himself to stand up and said loudly, "Don't waste time! The officials and doctors from Jishetang are risking their lives to save us; this is an immense favor. We can't be ungrateful and keep crying and making a scene, delaying treatment. Everyone, follow Lord Tang's instructions!"

Rui Gu sat silently in the corner. Only when Nie Qianqian said she had a way to save everyone did a glimmer of light finally appear in her previously lifeless eyes. Her legs had begun to fester, and every step was excruciatingly painful. But she endured the agony, slowly rising while carrying Mu Mu, and in one shaky step, she walked towards Nie Qianqian. Each step was agonizing; her legs trembled uncontrollably, as if she might collapse at any moment. Yet, whenever she lost her balance, she would muster all her strength to keep going.

She walked up to Nie Qianqian, knelt down with a thud, and pleaded, "Divine Doctor, I believe in you! Please, save my child! Don't save me, save her, please save her..."

The child in her arms had fainted, his little face was burning red, and in just a few days he had become so thin that he was unrecognizable, with not a single patch of his skin intact.

Nie Qianqian quickly knelt down to examine the child, taking her pulse. "Don't cry, stay quiet."

Rui Gu, who had been crying, suddenly stopped, tears still streaming from her eyes. Her mouth was tightly shut, and her words sounded like a curse. Everyone looked at the children in each of their faces and fell silent.

Even the old woman who had been acting crazy earlier had stopped shouting and was now just shaking her head and muttering to herself, "Mother, Mother..."

Nie Qianqian took the hearing aid. She had packaged and concealed it beforehand; to outsiders, all they could see was a tube wrapped with strips of cloth.

"There is still hope."

Nie Qianqian pondered for a moment, then rummaged through the bag and pulled out medicine.

The most effective drug against plague is streptomycin, with a survival rate of over 90%. She took out a potent streptomycin tablet from her storage space and gave it to her, along with antipyretics.

She took out a scalpel, twirled it in her hand, and made a cut on the abscess on the girl's leg.

The abscess was cut open, and dark red pus and blood flowed out. Nie Qianqian drained it clean, then rinsed the wound cavity with streptomycin solution mixed with antibacterial medicine, and then quickly bandaged it with gauze. The whole process was quick and smooth, leaving everyone stunned.

"This doctor is truly a miracle worker..."

"He won't die..."

The girl took the fever reducer, which quickly took effect, and she slowly woke up.

Rui Gu held the child tightly, and when she saw Mu Mu finally open her eyes, tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.

Mu Mu reached out her little hand to wipe away Rui Gu's tears, "Mu Mu is not in pain, Mother, don't cry."

Nie Qianqian was not only treating her, but also demonstrating to the doctors at Jishetang, "All patients need to be treated this way, and at the same time, we need to record whether there are any complications, carefully examine the pulse, and prescribe medicine according to the patient's condition."

Someone took the lead, and one by one, the people knelt down and kowtowed to Nie Qianqian, crying, "Divine Doctor, save us, please save us..."

Nie Qianqian stood up. "Everyone, get up. As doctors, it is our duty to treat the sick and save lives. Rest assured, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will never give up on your lives. Trust us. Now that we are here, your lives are connected with ours and are equally important."

These words struck a chord with everyone.

When someone says, "I value your life as much as my own," it is enough to shake one's soul.

"We believe in you!"

"I believe in you!"

"It's my fault for being blind and not recognizing a great man. I'm sorry for my poor eyesight, doctor."

Nie Qianqian: "Everyone, please stay in your positions and do not move. We will divide into three groups to give you a preliminary examination, determine the severity of your condition, and treat you according to the priority of the illness."

This time, no one objected; everyone sat down quietly, waiting for Dr. Qian to examine them.

Jiang Zheng'an stood aside, watching all this, lost in thought. In such a life-or-death moment, his status as a member of a prestigious family or a high-ranking official in the capital was of no use. Only a doctor like Qian, with his superb medical skills and compassionate heart, could truly win people's respect and mobilize everyone.

Nie Qianqian and Director Zhang had already discussed the treatment strategy for the patient on the way here, and all the necessary medications had been provided in advance. Seeing that Nie Qianqian had stabilized the situation, the group exchanged glances and began to examine the patient.

"Here, take this green hand. Your symptoms are still mild, so don't worry, there won't be any problems. Take this medicine first, calm your mind, and Dr. Qian will give you one-on-one treatment later."

"Here, take this yellow hand strap. Your condition is moderate. We'll come over as soon as we finish treating the more serious cases."

Tian Dong: "Dr. Qian, there is a critically ill patient here. He seems to be having some difficulty breathing."

Before Tian Dong could finish speaking, the man's face grew increasingly red, as if he was about to suffocate.

Tian Dong shouted, "Dr. Qian, he can't breathe!!!! Dr. Qian, come quick!"

Nie Qianqian was on one side of the temple when she heard the news and saw the patient's condition. She ran over without even using her movement technique.

Those in the temple felt as if Nie Qianqian had moved from east to west like a gust of wind, changing shape and speeding to the patient's side.

"I go···"

"Mother, this miracle doctor can fly."

"I was feeling anxious because the doctor was examining each patient slowly and deliberately. I never expected that he would treat an emergency like this."

"So, you'd better not expect the miracle doctor to get anxious for you..."