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

The Liu Family Restaurant attracted too much attention. Besides Huang Xiuxiu, who was observing with Li Rong and Wu Tongguang, there were two other people watching from the shadows.

Wang Anjie stared intently at the bustling crowd at Liu's Restaurant, his expression displeased. "Brother, now that the excuse of free meals is gone, why are there still so many people at Liu's Restaurant today?"

Wang Anjie's elder brother, Wang Anji, looked even more displeased. "Perhaps the people are just looking for something new."

Wang Anjie: "Their business has been good these past few days. They've drawn away most of the customers from the West Market. There's not a single person in front of our Wang Family Restaurant."

Wang Family Restaurant is run by the brothers Wang Anji and Wang Anjie. It has been open in Xishi for more than ten years and has many loyal customers. However, these past few days, only a few customers have come in every morning. Business has never been so slow.

Wang Anji: "These three people have never appeared in Xishi before. I don't know where they came from. Go and find out who they are and what their background is."

Wang Anjie responded, "What if their business continues to be this good?"

Wang Anji smiled sinisterly, "Don't panic yet. Observe for a few more days. If they really have no background and have already taken away so many customers since they just arrived, they really don't take us old folks seriously. They don't know how deep the water is in the West Market. How can we let them act so arrogantly?"

Wang Anjie nodded. "I'll go and find out who they are."

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At Jishetang, Tiandong led Nie Qianqian directly to the dean's office. Before they even reached the office, Nie Qianqian smelled a strong stench of blood.

A young man dressed as a servant stood at the door of the clinic. His forehead and arms were scraped and bleeding, but he was oblivious to it. He was extremely anxious and sweating profusely.

Nie Qianqian walked past him and opened the consultation room door. Director Zhang and Doctor Huang were both covered in blood, and the front of their clothes were stained red with blood. They were anxiously treating a patient.

A man dressed as a servant peeked at Director Zhang through the crack in the door and cried out urgently, "Doctor, doctor, you must save our master, save our master!" His voice was thick with sobs.

Director Zhang glanced at his forehead and said anxiously, "Why are you still waiting here? We will do our best. Your injury needs to be treated. Don't wait here, go find a doctor to bandage it up!"

Doctor Huang's forehead was already beaded with sweat. Upon seeing Nie Qianqian, he disregarded the boundaries between men and women, pulled her inside, and closed the door.

Knowing the situation was urgent, Nie Qianqian didn't have time to change her clothes and asked directly, "What's going on?"

Director Zhang's face was grave. At that moment, his palm was pressed tightly against the patient's chest, and fresh blood kept seeping from between his fingers.

Dr. Huang succinctly described the patient's condition: "On the way back to Fulin County from out of town, the horses in the carriage suddenly went mad, throwing the driver off the carriage. The horses then galloped wildly all the way, and just before reaching Fulin County, they fell off the main road. The patient fell out of the carriage and was pierced in the chest by a sharp tree branch. The wound was not deep and did not damage any internal organs. We removed the branch and cleaned and stopped the bleeding, but for some reason, the bleeding just wouldn't stop!"

Director Zhang frowned deeply, his expression grave. "The injury is minor and the wound is not deep. Generally speaking, once the hemostatic powder is applied, he should be fine. But for some reason, he keeps bleeding. If he continues to bleed like this, even a celestial being cannot save him."

Dr. Huang felt as if his heart was being burned by fire, filled with self-reproach. "Could it be that I made a mistake in my treatment? I should not have pulled out this branch."

Nie Qianqian moved Director Zhang's hand away, blood continuing to flow from the wound. Her eyes were firm and focused, her gaze intense as she carefully examined the wound, not missing a single detail.

As Director Zhang said, the patient's wound was not serious. Pulling out the branch and stopping the bleeding was the right thing to do, and the hemostatic powder in the clinic would not be completely useless.

She frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice, "There's a problem with the blood clotting."

Director Zhang's hands were trembling slightly, and he was extremely anxious. "What? What do you mean?"

Nie Qianqian remained calm and said confidently, "The patient has a problem with blood clotting, which is why the bleeding won't stop. Don't worry, I have a solution."

Upon hearing this, Director Zhang felt a sense of relief; the words "Don't worry" seemed to have a magical effect, bringing his panicked mind back to its normal rhythm.

Every time Nie Qianqian uses her medical skills, she always displays a maturity and composure beyond her years, which puts people at ease.

The situation was urgent, so Nie Qianqian took out a syringe and medicine from her bag. The medicine was a newly developed clotting factor from the clinic, which had a remarkable effect on patients with clotting problems.

Director Zhang and Dr. Huang held their breath as they watched Nie Qianqian insert a small tube, which looked like an embroidery needle, into the patient's skin.

The patient lying in bed, whether he felt something piercing his body or for some other reason, suddenly opened his eyes a crack and saw Nie Qianqian giving him acupuncture.

He felt completely weak, his mind was foggy, and he was only slightly clear-headed, realizing that he should be in a clinic.

His voice was barely audible, "The master said I would have a bloody disaster in my birth year, and it's true! Doctor, please turn my head to the south; that's my auspicious direction, is that alright..."

Before he could finish speaking, he fainted again.

Director Zhang: "..."

Dr. Huang: "..."

Nie Qianqian: "..."

At a time like this, when life and death are at stake, this patient is still thinking about feng shui and feng shui...

The clotting factor was injected into the body, and slowly, the patient's bleeding stopped.

Upon seeing this, both Dr. Huang and Director Zhang breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling utterly exhausted.

Seeing a patient bleeding profusely in front of you, with no hemostatic drugs working, the feeling of life slipping away right before your eyes is truly suffocating.

Fortunately, there was Nie Qianqian.

The two were surprisingly in sync, thankfully there was Nie Qianqian. As a doctor, who Nie Qianqian's teacher was, what secrets she held, and why her medical skills were so superb were all unimportant at this moment.

With her at Jishetang, people can be rescued from the clutches of death, which is a blessing for Jishetang and for Fulin County.

Nie Qianqian: "Once the bleeding is stopped, the patient is out of danger. Leave the rest to me. I will clean and suture the wound to prevent infection and inflammation."

Director Zhang and Dr. Huang tacitly left the room. Nie Qianqian brought the person into her space, quickly handled the follow-up treatment, gave him a blood transfusion, and then returned to the clinic after leaving the space.

Nie Qianqian then began to carefully observe the patient's appearance.

The patient was estimated to be a middle-aged man around 40 years old. He was wearing expensive Shu brocade, but his clothes were torn in many places after he fell out of the carriage. He wore a pendant with a small golden Buddha around his neck, and a talisman with Bagua symbols drawn on it was visible on his collar.

On her right hand she wore a string of peach wood beads, engraved with intricate patterns, and on her left hand she wore a red agate bracelet with a lifelike Pixiu in the center.

His hair was dirty and messy, with a golden hairpin haphazardly stuck in his hair bun, gleaming with dazzling gold light, making him look extremely noble. Two purses, embroidered with gold thread, hung from his waist.

Nie Qianqian touched her chin, her expression quite complicated. What kind of outfit is this?

He believes in both Buddhism and Taoism, his beliefs are quite confused;

He desires both wealth and peace, revealing a somewhat greedy mindset.

Besides, isn't it fashionable for wealthy people to wear gold hairpins in their hair these days?