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

The next day, after the snow cleared, the clear sunlight pierced through the clouds, making the snow in the courtyard sparkle and shine. The air was fresh and crisp, and a deep breath made one feel refreshed.

As everyone was having breakfast with Wei Susu, they suddenly heard hurried footsteps approaching. There was a gentle knock on the door, and after being acknowledged, a servant entered and bowed, reporting, "Lord Jiang, my master has sent me to inform you that Doctor Qian from Fulin County has arrived!"

"he came?"

Jiang Zheng'an stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with overjoyed excitement.

"Dr. Qian really arrived as promised! That's wonderful, Mother is saved!"

He didn't even have time to eat. He immediately put down his chopsticks, turned around and excitedly said to Wei Susu, then bowed to Jiang Lingyang, "Father, Mother, please enjoy your meal. I will go to the front hall to receive you."

Jiang Muxin was secretly surprised.

Although his elder brother was not as dazzling as Chu Shaoyang, he was still an outstanding person among his peers. He was always calm and composed, but today he lost his composure so much that he even forgot the rule of "not talking while eating or sleeping".

Who exactly is this Doctor Qian, who can earn the respect of both his elder brother and Chu Shaoyang?

Then she thought again that if her brother was so anxious, but she remained calm and unmoved, it would seem as if she didn't care about her mother's condition.

So she put down her chopsticks, stood up, and bowed: "Father, Mother, your daughter and brother are going to see them."

As Jiang Lingyang watched his son's joyful figure disappear into the distance, a faint flame quietly ignited in his heart.

Is there really any hope? But he dared not think too deeply, for fear that if he placed his hopes on it, he would be disappointed again, which would be a second heartbreak.

He suppressed his surging emotions and nodded, saying, "Go."

Wei Susu hurriedly ate a few bites of food, not knowing if she was full, and then took Jiang Lingyang's hand and said:

"Doctor Qian has come from afar; we cannot keep him waiting. Please invite him in quickly."

In the front hall, Xie Mingyuan was already waiting, exchanging pleasantries with Director Zhang and Doctor Qian.

He noticed Doctor Qian's attire: a black robe covering his body, his face completely hidden by a hood, and even his voice deliberately lowered, revealing a hoarse quality typical of an old man, clearly indicating his reluctance to reveal his identity.

He noticed three gourds on Doctor Qian's medicine chest and thought to himself: Doctor Qian is a three-star physician of the Xuanhu Medical Association, already renowned in the region, so he must be quite skilled. He doesn't expect to cure Su Su's illness completely; even just prolonging her life a little longer would be a blessing.

He treated the two of them with increasing courtesy, and his words were full of patronage.

Before long, Jiang Zheng'an hurried over, bowed to Doctor Qian, and greeted him with undisguised joy and anticipation in his eyes.

Jiang Muxin arrived late and gracefully gave a bow.

She glanced at Doctor Qian, who was still wearing that same dark, unfashionable robe, completely covering his face, looking mysterious. A hint of disdain flashed through her mind.

Doctor Qian looked at Jiang Zheng'an and asked in a deep voice, "Have you taken the prescription I gave you on time?"

Jiang Zheng'an replied respectfully, bowing deeply, "I have been following the doctor's orders and taking my medication on time every day. The pain in my heart has lessened considerably, and I feel much more comfortable than before."

Nie Qianqian nodded slightly. Jiang Zheng'an's heart meridian was slightly weak, but it wasn't a serious illness. With proper care, as long as he didn't engage in strenuous martial arts training, he would be fine.

Her gaze swept over Jiang Muxin beside her, and seeing that Jiang Muxin bowed, she nodded slightly in return.

But this dismissive attitude made Jiang Muxin feel unhappy.

Qin Jichuan was, after all, the top disciple of the imperial physicians in the capital, so it was one thing for him to put on airs, but what was this Doctor Qian?

Before coming, Nie Qianqian had already asked Director Zhang to inquire about Wei Susu's condition and knew that she was in critical condition. After exchanging pleasantries, she didn't delay any longer and said directly, "Where is the patient? Take me there."

Xie Mingyuan was taken aback upon hearing this, and inwardly chuckled helplessly.

His speaking style was exactly the same as Qin Jichuan's; he almost thought that the person in the black robe was Qin Jichuan himself.

Is it possible that all miracle doctors nowadays have this straightforward style?

He didn't say much, and personally led everyone to Wei Susu's room.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong smell of medicine mixed with a wave of heat rushed in. The charcoal fire inside was burning brightly, presumably to take into account Wei Susu's body's tendency to feel hot and cold.

Nie Qianqian frowned slightly and stepped inside.

She walked to the bedside and was stunned the moment she saw the patient's face.

For no other reason than that this lady was absolutely stunning, with a beauty that was otherworldly and ethereal; she was the most beautiful person she had ever seen since she came into this world.

What alarmed her even more was that this lady had eyes that were remarkably similar to those of the original owner of the body.

However, even though they are similar, the emotions in their eyes are completely different.

Nie Qianqian's eyes were bright and lively, showing joy to those she liked and sharpness to those she disliked; but this lady's eyes held a gentle tenderness like spring water in April, extremely gentle and warm.

Just by looking into those eyes, you can tell that this lady is an extremely gentle person.

Nie Qianqian first took Wei Susu's pulse. Based on the pulse, it was indeed a heart ailment, accompanied by long-term depression. The pulse was weak, sometimes almost imperceptible. However, to determine the severity of the heart ailment, a more detailed diagnosis within the space was needed.

She gave Director Zhang a look, and he immediately understood.

The two had worked together many times, and Director Zhang knew that Doctor Qian had unique skills in diagnosing patients and did not like outsiders to be present.

So he stepped forward and said, “Doctor Qian’s medical skills are passed down from a hermit clan. He has a unique method of diagnosis and treatment, which requires a quiet and undisturbed environment. Why don’t we go outside and wait? He will finish his treatment in no time.”

Jiang Lingyang frowned slightly upon hearing this. It wasn't that he didn't trust Doctor Qian, but unlike Qin Jichuan, he didn't know this person well enough to leave him alone with Wei Susu. He was still somewhat worried.

Seeing this, Director Zhang advised, "Madam Jiang suffers from a heart ailment and needs careful examination. Our presence here will inevitably disturb her."

Jiang Lingyang recalled that when Qin Jichuan took her pulse yesterday, he was not allowed to breathe too loudly. She knew that this made sense. Although she was uneasy, she still led everyone out of the room and waited in the guest room next door.

Everyone thought the treatment wouldn't take too long, but after a stick of incense had burned, the door remained tightly closed, and there was no movement.

Qin Jichuan arrived unexpectedly, plopped down on a stool, took a sip of tea, glanced at the tightly closed door, and muttered:

"Playing tricks! Even a deity taking a pulse wouldn't take this long."

Jiang Lingyang's heart was in his throat, feeling extremely anxious.

My mind is a mess.

After such a long consultation, could there really be a glimmer of hope? But then I thought again, I was afraid that this was taking so long, perhaps even the best doctors were at a loss and were just trying to figure out how to start the conversation.

Although Jiang Zheng'an firmly believed in Doctor Qian's superb medical skills, he couldn't help but feel uneasy because even the imperial physicians in the capital were helpless in treating his mother's illness.

Does Dr. Qian really have a solution?

This huge question mark weighed heavily on everyone's mind.

Inside the room, only Nie Qianqian and Wei Susu remained.

Nie Qianqian was afraid that Wei Susu's emotional fluctuations would put a strain on her heart, so she lit some calming incense and comforted her, "Madam Jiang, don't worry. We asked them to leave to avoid any disturbance. This is calming incense, which can help you calm your mind. I will take your pulse carefully later, which will take a while. If you feel sleepy, you can go to sleep."

Wei Susu shook her head and smiled at Nie Qianqian. "I'm not worried. Although I can't see Doctor Qian's face, for some reason, as soon as you entered, I felt a sense of closeness and trustworthiness. Doctor Qian, just focus on taking my pulse."