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

Inside the governor's mansion, Wei Susu had been recuperating for five days, but her recovery was not progressing quickly.

After careful examination, Nie Qianqian decided to recuperate for three more days before undergoing surgery.

Although the surgery was postponed, Jiang Lingyang stayed by his wife's side every day and could clearly feel that Wei Susu's health was gradually improving and she was no longer as sluggish as before.

That day, after Nie Qianqian finished examining Wei Susu's pulse, she took something out of her medicine box and placed it in front of Wei Susu.

Wei Susu looked up and exclaimed with delight, "Dr. Qian, could this be the peep show that's been making headlines in the provincial capital lately?"

Nie Qianqian nodded, her voice still hoarse: "That's right. I heard that Madam was quite interested in it the other day, and I happen to have one of these on hand. Since Madam likes it, I'll give it to you."

Wei Susu was both surprised and delighted, but she also knew that this peephole was a rare and valuable item. "This is not right. How can I accept such a precious item from you for nothing? Thank you for your kindness, Doctor Qian. I appreciate it."

“It’s really useless for a man like me to keep this,” Nie Qianqian said calmly. “Back then, a patient was short of money and gave it to me to pay for his medicine. If you like it, you can take it. It’s of no use to me anyway.”

A smile appeared on Wei Susu's face, but she knew exactly what was going on.

Doctor Qian deliberately wanted to give this to her; even if he didn't need the peephole, he could sell it for a lot of money.

She no longer refused and accepted it with a smile: "Then I will accept it without being impolite. I will definitely find something that Doctor Qian likes to give you in return in the future."

As she spoke, she placed the peephole on the table. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting her appearance clearly.

It was the first time she had looked at herself properly in a long time that she realized that due to years of suffering from illness, her face was pale and bloodless, and she looked extremely haggard.

She gently touched her cheek and sighed softly, "After all, I'm plagued by illness and getting old. I've lost my good looks."

Upon hearing this, Nie Qianqian's heart stirred, and she rummaged through her medicine box and pulled out a few small bottles and jars: "Oh, right, I also have some cosmetics from Fulin County, which patients brought to pay for their medicine. They are useless to me, but you can take a look."

This time, Wei Susu did not immediately refuse, but her gaze was drawn to those exquisite jars.

She opened one and found a delicate powder foundation; then another, a blush as beautiful as a sunset; there were also lipsticks and eyeshadows, each with a soft and unique color, unlike anything she had ever seen before, which filled her with joy.

But after the initial joy, her first thought was of her daughter. She smiled and said, "I'm getting old and don't need these things anymore. Could I give them to Muxin? She would definitely like them."

Upon hearing that the gift was to be given to that arrogant noblewoman from the capital, Nie Qianqian tossed her hand and quickly stuffed all four boxes back into her medicine chest, her tone decisive: "I'm giving it to you, so what's the point of giving it to someone else? If you want to give it to her, then I won't."

Wei Susu stared blankly for a long time with her mouth slightly open, then burst into laughter:

"Yes, yes, Dr. Qian is right. It is I who have failed to live up to your good intentions."

Seeing that Wei Susu had no intention of giving the gifts back, Nie Qianqian took the items out again.

Wei Susu smiled and accepted the gift, feeling a warm glow in her heart. She thought that Jiang Lingyang had brought a ginseng that was quite old, which would be perfect to give to Doctor Qian. He was a doctor, and she was sure he would like it.

This Doctor Qian looks mysterious and speaks with great care, often leaving people speechless and embarrassed, but he is actually full of goodwill.

She held those bottles and jars and studied them for a long time, but she really didn't know how to use them.

Nie Qianqian sighed and pointed to the first jar: "This seems to be called a powder paste. It can replace face powder. You can apply this layer first, like painting a wall." She then pointed to another jar: "This is blush, this is lip rouge, and this is for your eyelids."

These words were all made up by Nie Qianqian on the spot. She is a straight man now, so how could she understand these things? She just thought about the impressions of her male colleagues describing cosmetics in her previous life and put together a rough idea.

Upon hearing this, Wei Susu dipped her fingertip in the ointment and spread it on her hand, instantly understanding how to use it.

After Nie Qianqian left, Wei Susu finally couldn't resist and opened the bottles and jars.

She hadn't worn makeup in a long time.

If a person doesn't even have the will to live, how can they have the mind to dress up?

Nie Qianqian had heard a saying in her previous life, and now she felt it made perfect sense.

A woman truly grows old when she no longer wants to dress herself up.

People who are passionate about life will naturally take care to adorn their appearance and clothing.

She gave Wei Susu these things not only because she heard that Wei Susu liked peep shows, but also because she arrived a little early that day and happened to overhear Wei Susu telling Jiang Lingyang that she felt weak and sickly, her beauty was gone, and she didn't want to look in the mirror or dress up. She thought that perhaps she could start with makeup to help Wei Susu regain her love for life.

Wei Susu carefully examined the items Nie Qianqian had given her, looking through the peephole.

A moment later, looking at the person in the mirror again, I couldn't help but be deeply amazed by the effect of the makeup.

The powder was silky smooth and blended perfectly with her skin, unlike the fake white powder of the past that would come off with the slightest movement; the blush on her cheeks made her complexion look rosy, not at all like someone who had been ill for a long time; the eyeshadow color was just right, neither bright nor exaggerated, making her eyes look big and deep.

When Jiang Lingyang pushed the door open, he was about to ask his wife about her treatment that day when he saw Wei Susu, who was wearing makeup. He froze on the spot, his gaze fixed on her face.

Wei Susu blushed a little under his gaze, her already rosy cheeks turning even redder. She scolded playfully, "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Lingyang stepped forward, gently took her hand, and his gaze swept over her eyebrows, nose, and lips, carefully imprinting her in his heart. His voice was gentle yet solemn: "Susu, you are just like when we first met, when you were only seventeen or eighteen years old."

Wei Susu lightly punched him in the chest, a hint of embarrassment in her voice: "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm a mother of two, how can I say such frivolous things?"

“I’m telling the truth.” Jiang Lingyang stared at her.

“Susu, you should always wear makeup like this from now on. Once you recover, dress like this every day. When I first saw you in the crowd at the Lantern Festival that year, you were as dazzling as a pearl. You should show off your beauty.”

When Wei Susu heard him mention the Lantern Festival celebration of yesteryear, her thoughts drifted back to twenty years ago.

Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. How many twenty-year periods like this can one have in a lifetime?

If this surgery is successful, she will definitely dress herself up nicely, manage her family well, find her lost daughter, and make up for all the days that have been delayed by illness and gloom.

She thought of Doctor Qian again. Doctor Qian never spoke at length about principles; if he did speak, his words were either insightful and to the point, or, like this, he subtly used a few objects or a token of his affection to gently stir a change within her heart…