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

The room was so quiet that the crackling of the candlelight could be heard. Jiang Lingyang walked very lightly, thinking to himself: Susu must have already fallen asleep.

He gently pushed open the half-closed door. He had thought that only Su Su and Qiu Niang were in the room, but he did not expect that there was a man sitting by the bed, leaning over the bed.

He quickly stepped forward and looked closely, only to realize that the person was none other than the renowned physician Qin Jichuan, who had come with him from the capital.

How did he end up here? How did he get into Susu's room before her?

Just as Jiang Lingyang was about to ask a question, Qin Jichuan raised his hand to interrupt him, his tone serious and unquestionable: "Shut up, I'm taking your pulse."

As a high-ranking official of the first rank, when had Jiang Lingyang ever been interrupted so directly? But at this moment, with Su Su's condition at stake, he didn't care about this "disrespect" at all. He just took a deep breath, suppressed his doubts, and looked at the bed with concern.

When Wei Susu saw him arrive, a rare faint smile appeared on her pale, sickly face, her eyes filled with tender affection.

Jiang Lingyang took a deep breath, unable to hide his excitement.

At this moment, Qin Jichuan spoke again without looking up: "Keep your breathing down, you're disturbing me."

This……

No wonder everyone says Qin Jichuan has a bad temper and a sharp tongue...

Helpless, Jiang Lingyang had no choice but to take a few steps back and sit down at the round table in the corner, his fingertips tightly gripping his robe.

The diagnosis took an exceptionally long time. Qin Jichuan first took Wei Susu's pulse in her left hand, and after concentrating for a moment, he switched to her right hand to examine her carefully, his brows furrowed and his expression focused.

Suddenly, Qin Jichuan took out a peculiar object from his medicine box and gently placed it on Wei Susu's chest.

Jiang Lingyang had never seen this before, and it was placed in such a private location!

Jiang Lingyang could no longer sit still. He stood up abruptly and was about to go forward to ask.

Qin Jichuan seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and without even raising his head, simply added, "Quiet."

Jiang Lingyang clenched his fists, tightening and loosening them repeatedly, but ultimately suppressed his anxiety and sat down again.

Jiang Lingyang didn't recognize this thing, but if Nie Qianqian were here, she would definitely recognize it, and she would probably praise this doctor as a peerless genius for actually developing this thing that is similar to a modern stethoscope to monitor the patient's mentality.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Qin Jichuan put the items back into his medicine box. After packing everything up, he turned around and walked out without saying a word.

"Brother Jichuan!" Jiang Lingyang quickly stepped forward to stop him, his voice filled with barely concealed urgency, "How is Susu? What is her condition?"

Qin Jichuan paused slightly, his tone calm: "No one can save us. We have about a year left. Cherish these last moments."

Such a confident tone pierced Jiang Lingyang's heart instantly, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He suddenly grabbed Qin Jichuan's wrist, his fingertips turning white from the force: "Is there really no solution? Jichuan, think of something!"

Qin Jichuan turned to look at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Lord Jiang, I think you actually had this in mind all along."

He paused, then slowly said, "Madam already suffered from heart disease and was physically weak; these years of accumulated stress have exacerbated her condition..."

He glanced back at Wei Susu on the bed and said bluntly, "Besides, Madam Jiang herself has no will to live."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Lingyang pressed, a chill running down his spine.

"The patient's condition deteriorated so quickly because of her weak will to live," Qin Jichuan said bluntly. "If she didn't want to live, even the best medicine couldn't prolong her life."

Jiang Lingyang couldn't help but clench his fists, his knuckles turning white, and said urgently, "Madam is troubled by the past and has a knot in her heart! I will try my best to persuade her during this time, and I will definitely help her untie the knot in her heart and rekindle her hope for life!"

Qin Jichuan shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with regret: "It's no use, it's too late."

He shook off Jiang Lingyang's hand and continued walking out. "I'm leaving. I will come back tomorrow to give her acupuncture to prolong her life and help her recover. But my medical skills are limited, and I am powerless to save her."

"Besides, even if my master were alive, he couldn't help her with her illness. Instead of searching for doctors and medicine everywhere, it's better to stay with Madam and cherish these last moments. Farewell."

Qin Jichuan strode out of the room, leaving Jiang Lingyang standing there, frozen in place.

The phrase "too little, too late" echoed repeatedly in his mind, piercing his heart like a knife.

He stood there, utterly lost, as if his soul had been ripped away, motionless.

Until Wei Susu on the bed softly called his name: "Lingyang... Lingyang..."

He called out again and again, gently and weakly, several times before Jiang Lingyang finally came to his senses.

He strode to the bedside, grasped Wei Susu's hand tightly, and sat down facing her.

Looking at his wife up close, he was surprised to find that she had lost a lot of weight in just over a year.

His face was deathly pale, his fingertips were icy cold, and even his voice was weak and barely audible.

With just one glance, Jiang Lingyang's eyes reddened again, and hot tears welled up in his eyes, almost falling.

"Susu, don't listen to him!" His voice trembled almost imperceptibly, but he forced a confident tone. "Qin Jichuan is always sharp-tongued and speaks too directly. He must have a way. Let me think about it some more. I will definitely think of another way!"

Wei Susu gently shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips, a smile that was weak yet relieved:

“I think this is quite good. Rather than those doctors before, who hesitated and kept shaking their heads and sighing, making people anxious, I prefer Dr. Qin’s straightforwardness. He only speaks the doctor’s judgment without any personal emotion, which makes people feel at ease.”

She paused, her breathing slightly rapid, and after catching her breath, she continued:

“I knew my days were numbered. More than a year ago, I insisted on coming to the provincial capital because I wanted to be closer to my daughter in my final days.”

“Lingyang, you really don’t need to be too sad. In this life, I have you, Zheng’an and Nian’an, and Mu Xin, who is adopted but very sweet. I am already very happy to have such a family.”

"Life is unpredictable; there's no such thing as having it all."

She gently patted Jiang Lingyang's hand, her eyes filled with clarity and relief. "We don't need to be obsessed. Being too obsessed will only bring more trouble. I'm content to spend this last period of time peacefully with you all."

Qiu Niang bit her lip hard on the side.

She had been with Wei Susu since childhood, and they had a very deep bond.

Based on his understanding of his wife, he naturally knew that her health was deteriorating and she was nearing the end of her life...