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

Nie Qianqian turned around and saw a young doctor, around thirty years old, strolling in leisurely.

This doctor was quite different from ordinary doctors. Ordinary doctors are usually dignified and steady, but he was still young, and his speech, demeanor, and gait were all unrestrained and casual, showing no signs of maturity or composure.

Before Nie Qianqian could speak, Director Zhang said urgently, "What do you mean by that? How can you say that Doctor Qian is a fraud!"

Qin Jichuan walked straight to Nie Qianqian and sat down opposite her, his tone carrying a hint of disdain: "She has developed heart failure, and all her bodily functions are declining. How can heart failure be cured? Does she need a heart transplant? What can you offer? You keep saying you can cure her with surgery, what are you if not a liar?"

His gaze swept over Nie Qianqian's black robe that veiled her face. "Besides, what kind of doctor hides himself like this and doesn't show his face? Is he playing tricks?"

Nie Qianqian hardened her fist.

In her past life as a doctor, she was often looked down upon because she was a young woman, while older people were more likely to gain the trust of patients.

Having transmigrated here, she deliberately disguised herself as an older woman, only to be looked down upon by the healers of the Xuanhu Medical Association.

She is now a three-star physician at the Medical Association, yet she still cannot escape being looked down upon!

Director Zhang knew that Nie Qianqian was quick-tempered and not someone to be trifled with, and was afraid that she would lose her temper on the spot. "This doctor is unaware that Doctor Qian's medical skills are inherited from a reclusive clan, and are completely different from the methods of ordinary doctors. It is not a charlatan."

"A reclusive clan?" Qin Jichuan sneered. "Isn't that what all charlatans say? They either claim to be reclusive successors or have supernatural abilities; it's nothing but a charade!"

Nie Qianqian finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Do you have a gourd?"

This startled Qin Jichuan: "What gourd? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Nie Qianqian picked up the medicine box beside her, pushed the side with the gourd pattern that bore the "Three-Star Physician of the Suspended Pot Medical Association" logo in front of him, and pointed at the pattern with her fingertip, her tone carrying a hint of arrogance:

Do you have this gourd?

Qin Jichuan then realized that she was referring to the certified gourd of the Xuanhu Medical Association.

He glanced at the clearly marked three-star logo and his heart stirred slightly. To be able to obtain a three-star certification from the Xuanhu Medical Association, one should theoretically possess some skill.

Qin Jichuan: "So what if I didn't?"

“Oh—” Nie Qianqian drawled out, the last syllable carrying a hint of meaning.

This "Oh" infuriated Qin Jichuan, who said in a deep voice, "Do you know who I am? I am Qin Jichuan, the chief disciple of the Imperial Physician!"

Nie Qianqian shook her head: "I don't know him."

Qin Jichuan, who was used to smooth sailing and rarely suffered such a setback, was immediately annoyed: "The certification of the Hanging Gourd Medical Association is nothing but a gimmick for secular doctors. I disdain joining it, so naturally I don't have that gourd!"

Nie Qianqian nodded, turned to Director Zhang, pointed at Qin Jichuan, and said in a serious tone, "Director Zhang, he doesn't have a gourd."

Qin Jichuan: "..."

Jiang Lingyang: "..."

Xie Mingyuan: "..."

Everyone felt a mix of helplessness and exhilaration.

Qin Jichuan is usually sharp-tongued, which has often annoyed them, but today they finally saw him get his comeuppance.

Just then, a laugh rang out.

Jiang Lingyang turned around and saw Wei Susu unconsciously chuckle.

Wei Susu realized her mistake and immediately apologized, "These Doctors Qian and Qin are both wonderful people, truly interesting. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw you arguing just now, please forgive my rudeness."

Nie Qianqian thought that the woman was truly remarkable for being able to laugh under such circumstances.

Jiang Lingyang would never blame her. Seeing his wife genuinely happy for the first time in a long time, he felt only relief and emotion.

Qin Jichuan had no time for arguing or laughing. He turned to Jiang Lingyang and said firmly, "Perhaps this person is not a fraud and does have some real skills, but the lady's heart failure is a serious illness with no possibility of cure. You should know how to make this choice, Lord Jiang."

Jiang Lingyang was torn between his conscience and his own desires: the temptation was too good to be true – he was 60% certain he could keep his wife healthy and happy and spend the rest of her life with her.

Jiang Muxin was also quickly calculating: even Qin Jichuan had asserted that there was no hope, could Doctor Nie really create a miracle? The so-called 60% certainty was not necessarily credible.

If the surgery fails and her mother dies on the spot, she will have to immediately observe mourning, and her previously planned marriage will be ruined.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I don't think this is appropriate. We've seen countless famous doctors for Mother's illness, but none of them could cure it. Even if Doctor Qian is highly skilled, how dare he say he can cure it completely? If the surgery fails, wouldn't we lose even the last year we can spend with our family?"

Like his father, Jiang Zheng'an hesitated when faced with a life-or-death decision.

Is it better to gamble everything for a possible cure, or to opt for conservative treatment and cherish the last moments together?

Qin Jichuan was already seething with anger, and now he said to Jiang Lingyang in a deep voice, "Lord Jiang, what are you still hesitating about? Do you really believe what Doctor Qian said? Make a decision quickly and don't waste time! Once you've made up your mind, I will immediately administer acupuncture to the lady to relieve her symptoms. The sooner the acupuncture is administered, the better it will be for her recovery."

Everyone in the room was lost in thought, and a heavy, conflicted atmosphere filled the air.

Just then, Nie Qianqian suddenly spoke, her voice calm and clear: "Shouldn't such a choice be made by the patient himself?"

Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this, then suddenly realized.

Yes, it's a matter of life and death, and we should have asked Wei Susu herself for her wishes.

Nie Qianqian continued, "This is her life. Whether you are her parents, children, or husband, none of you have the right to decide her life or death."

After Nie Qianqian finished speaking, Wei Susu felt a warm current surge in her heart.

Dr. Qian truly respects his patients and their thoughts and wishes.

All eyes instantly focused on Wei Susu. What choice would she make?

In fact, her conversation with Nie Qianqian before everyone else came in had already given her the answer.

Her tone remained gentle, but her eyes held an unprecedented firmness: "I've decided to have the surgery."

"Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate. Doctors, in treating people, never have complete certainty."

She spoke slowly, her gaze sweeping over her relatives present, "If I unfortunately pass away, it will be my own choice, it has nothing to do with others, and I will absolutely not allow anyone to hold me accountable!"