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

As the three were talking, Dean Qiu and his wife went up to the third floor.

Nie Qianqian took a look and, sure enough, it was Dean Qiu, the dean of Tiande Academy.

At this moment, Dean Qiu was no longer the composed man Nie Qianqian had been when they first met. His long beard was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of anxiety. Upon seeing Director Zhang, he immediately went up to him and grabbed him, "Zhongjing! Zhongjing! Please take a look at my wife. She... she just vomited blood again."

Director Zhang immediately led the two into his consultation room and carefully examined Madam Qiu's pulse.

During this time, Dean Qiu didn't dare to breathe loudly, only staring intently at his wife.

Madam Qiu, or Fang Huixin herself, was not as anxious as Dean Qiu. Her face was pale, and she couldn't stop coughing. Each cough caused her lungs to ache unbearably, and she couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly. However, her expression was exceptionally calm, and she always looked at Dean Qiu with tenderness in her eyes.

After a long while, Zhang Zhongjing removed his hand from taking Fang Huixin's pulse and sighed deeply.

Dean Qiu's heart skipped a beat. "What's the situation?"

Zhang Zhongjing slowly said, "Ziheng, I told you last time that Madam Qiu's lung problems have lasted for too long and have now developed into tuberculosis. Tuberculosis is an incurable disease, and I really... am powerless to save her."

Dean Qiu's body trembled slightly. He closed his eyes in pain and murmured, "It's my fault, it's all my fault. If I had taken her to the provincial capital for treatment sooner, perhaps this wouldn't have happened."

When Fang Huixin heard Zhang Zhongjing say that her illness was beyond saving, she didn't react much. Instead, she took Dean Qiu's hand and said softly, "Ziheng, you don't need to blame yourself. Life and death are predestined, and everything is predetermined. I have had this illness since I fell into the water when I was a child. I have been weak since childhood. Director Zhang's medical skills are superb and he is well-known in the provincial capital. Even if I go to the provincial capital, nothing will change."

Dean Qiu ignored these words, his fists clenched tightly, as if his chest were being constricted. "It's my fault, it's my fault..."

He looked up, his eyes, which were once full of wisdom, now empty and lifeless. "Zhongjing, how much longer... how much time do you have left?"

Zhang Zhongjing hesitated, his lips trembling, and slowly said, "I'm afraid it will be this winter."

Dean Qiu seemed to have lost all his strength, slumping into his chair. "This winter..."

Fang Huixin gently comforted him, "Ziheng, don't be sad."

Dean Qiu took Fang Huixin's hand and suddenly smiled, "Huixin, I'm with you. Don't be afraid. If one day you're no longer here, I..."

Fang Huixin didn't let him continue. "If one day I'm gone, you must live well, live well for me. Your eyes are my eyes. See the changing seasons for me. Otherwise, there will be no one in this world who cares about me. We will both be trapped in darkness, and it will truly be lonely."

After a long silence, Dean Qiu nodded, silently making a promise to her.

"Ziheng, I want to go home."

Dean Qiu said gently, "Okay, let's go home."

Zhang Zhongjing felt a pang of pity. He had known Dean Qiu for many years and they were good friends. He knew that Dean Qiu and his wife had a deep affection for each other and were about to face a separation of life and death. However, as a doctor, he was powerless to help. This deep sense of powerlessness was like a heavy stone pressing on his heart, so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Dean Qiu stood up and bowed to Zhang Zhongjing, saying, "Thank you so much, Director Zhang, for treating my wife these past few days. Ziheng will remember it forever."

Zhang Zhongjing didn't know what to say; any words he uttered at that moment would be powerless.

Just as Dean Qiu was about to help Madam Qiu up to leave, he heard someone cough a few times behind him.

Zhang Zhongjing then remembered that Nie Qianqian and Wang Shouren were behind him.

Nie Qianqian lowered her voice and said, "Dean Qiu, may I take Madam Qiu's pulse?"

Dean Qiu then noticed Nie Qianqian's presence, "This is?"

Zhang Zhongjing introduced, "This is the clinic's new attending physician, Doctor Qian. He is a reclusive physician with extraordinary medical skills."

Upon hearing this, a flicker of light ignited in Dean Qiu's empty, lifeless eyes, but it quickly died out. "The lady's illness has already been treated many times, so there's no need to trouble Dr. Qian."

Just as Nie Qianqian was about to speak to persuade him, Wang Shouren interrupted her, "Tuberculosis is an incurable disease, as everyone knows. Why do you doctors waste your efforts, giving people hope only to disappoint them?"

Seeing that he had repeatedly clashed with her, Nie Qianqian became angry and said sternly, "Doctor Wang, don't make rash judgments. You're like a frog in a well. Just because others can't cure it doesn't mean I can't."

Nie Qianqian turned to Dean Qiu and slowly said, "If I were you, I would try even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance."

Upon hearing this, Dean Qiu trembled and no longer hesitated. "Dr. Qian is right. In that case, I'll trouble you, Dr. Qian."

"My rule for taking a pulse is that no one is allowed to be present. Please leave so that I can take Madam Qiu's pulse."

When Dean Qiu heard that everyone needed to leave and he couldn't be there, he felt a little worried, but he still listened to Nie Qianqian and said gently, "Huixin, I'll wait for you outside."

Wang Shouren's face was gloomy. He pointed at Nie Qianqian and said, "Very well, I'll go out. Today I want to hear what Doctor Qian has to say after his diagnosis, and how he plans to cure this patient!"

After the group left the house, Nie Qianqian locked the door and took Madam Qiu's pulse. The pulse indicated that it was indeed tuberculosis, and the illness was quite serious. If treatment had been delayed any longer, even with her expertise, it would have been very difficult to treat.

She withdrew her hand and looked up to see Madam Qiu watching her quietly, without any emotion.

Nie Qianqian: "Madam Qiu, do you believe that I can cure you?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Qiu first stood up and bowed to Nie Qianqian, then shook her head. "I know my own body. It is already at its limit. Huixin is extremely grateful for Doctor Qian's kindness. He risked being questioned to try for Huixin, but this is an incurable disease. There is no cure."

Madam Qiu picked up her teacup and slowly took a sip. She was not afraid of death; she was only reluctant to part with Dean Qiu.

Madam Qiu may look frail, but she is strong at heart, which Nie Qianqian admires. She speaks firmly and resolutely, "Madam Qiu, there is no need to despair. I can cure this illness!"

When Madam Qiu heard Zhang Zhongjing say that there was no hope of recovery, she had no reaction. But when she heard Nie Qianqian say that she could cure it, her face changed drastically. Her hand trembled involuntarily, and the teacup in her hand fell to the ground and shattered. Her lips trembled, and her eyes were fixed on Nie Qianqian. She asked with a mixture of belief and doubt, "Is this really true?"

Nie Qianqian replied confidently, "It's true!"

Upon hearing those two words, Fang Huixin's heart began to pound wildly, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.

During this time, Dean Qiu took her everywhere to seek medical treatment. She had become accustomed to doctors shaking their heads and sighing, telling her bad news. Dr. Qian was the first person to tell her that he could cure her.

Hearing the sound of a teacup shattering inside the room, Dean Qiu anxiously called out from outside the door, "Huixin, are you alright?"

Fang Huixin tried her best to control her emotions and replied in a slightly trembling voice, "It's nothing, I just didn't hold the teacup properly. Ziheng, please give Doctor Qian some time."