Chapter 1

Almost everyone knows that the first hero of the late Sui Dynasty was Li Yuanba, but few know that the first medical genius of the late Sui Dynasty was Zhang Yizhen. This is naturally related to the Chinese people's hero complex. Our Chinese nation has always celebrated heroes and vilified traitors. A greedy and lustful person like Zhang Yizhen is easily lost in the tumult of the world.

Zhang Yizhen was not a hero. Although he was highly skilled in medicine, he never did anything without a reward. If you wanted to see him for treatment, you either had to have money or beauty. Most of the rich people he cured paid with money, and most of the women he cured were exceptionally beautiful. Such a corrupt doctor is not even recorded in wild histories.

Zhang Yizhen died a tragic death. Despite his martial arts skills reaching the pinnacle, he first drank the poison wine given by Emperor Yang of Sui, and then was shot to death by a thousand imperial guards. The cause was that he did a good deed without expecting a reward, saving the life of Emperor Yang's concubine who was suffering from a difficult labor. He felt very wronged, as he saved two lives but ended up with this fate, a great injustice that would be remembered for ages.

Emperor Yang, however, did not feel wronged: "Damn it, you dared to touch my woman? Letting you die this way is already lenient!"

Later scientific research proved that the energy of resentment can transcend time and space, known as resentment reaching the heavens. Thus, Comrade Zhang Yizhen also became one of the millions who crossed over, and he was fortunate enough to be reborn.

"I am not resigned!"

In the small meeting room on the third floor of the outpatient department of Chunyang County People's Hospital, a loud, desperate shout suddenly echoed, startling the deputy director in charge of business, the head of the gynecology department, Zhou Yanling, who was giving a lecture on the differential diagnosis of ovarian tumors. The entire meeting room fell silent, and all eyes focused on the small boy in the last row.

Zhang Yizhen, still in shock, opened his eyes wide and stared at everything around him. Everyone was dressed in white, like a funeral hall. He blinked, and saw men and women sitting together, some even holding hands under the table. The couple to his right even had their hands inside each other's coats. Goodness, were they going to do something improper in broad daylight? Zhang Yizhen shook his head, wondering if this was the Hall of Judgment, but it didn't seem to be.

After a moment of silence, everyone in the small meeting room burst into laughter.

Deputy Director Zhou Yanling was known for her strict and meticulous approach. Because of her stern personality, few dared to joke with her, let alone the interns who had just left school. Her chest heaved with emotion, and after a while, her anger erupted: "Get out!"

Zhang Yizhen was still dazed, observing his surroundings. It wasn't until Zhou Yanling repeated herself that he realized the old woman on the stage was angry at him. He scratched his head, still not standing up, and with a smile that made people grind their teeth, he clasped his hands and bowed: "May I ask, madam, are you speaking to me?"

This statement caused even more uncontrollable laughter in the meeting room, as if they wanted to tear the ceiling off.

Zhou Yanling's face turned pale with anger, her lips trembling. She pointed at Zhang Yizhen: "Do I have to repeat myself?"

Yuan Wenli, the head of the education department, who had been listening, hurried over and grabbed Zhang Yizhen's right arm, sternly scolding him: "Zhang Yang! Come with me!"

Zhang Yizhen gently freed himself from Yuan Wenli's grip, stood up, and tidied his clothes. What bad luck! He was wearing a white mourning outfit, even with a mourning cap. But then again, a mourning outfit was better than a shroud.

"Zhang Yang! Come out quickly!" Yuan Wenli's parents and Zhang Yang's family were old neighbors, and she had a soft spot for the boy.

Zhang Yizhen looked at Zhou Yanling, who was glaring at him from the stage, shook his head, and thought to himself: "A fierce woman is like a tiger; I'd better avoid her for now!"

Seeing Zhang Yizhen leave the meeting room, the interns laughed again. Zhou Yanling's expression softened: "Alright, let's continue the lecture..."

In the education department, Yuan Wenli looked at Zhang Yizhen with a look of disappointment. She couldn't help but point at his forehead: "You rascal, how can I even talk to you?"

Zhang Yizhen was startled by her sudden action. In the past, only women of ill repute would act so boldly. But Yuan Wenli, middle-aged and plain, had no such charm. He couldn't imagine her doing such a thing. Could she be moved by his male charm and have ulterior motives? Zhang Yizhen, who had roamed the world for years, had seen all kinds of people. He took a step back and said seriously: "Men and women should not touch each other, please be proper, madam!"

Yuan Wenli, hearing his formal and pretentious words, was both angry and amused. She grabbed a magazine from the table and hit Zhang Yizhen on the head: "You rascal, if I don't beat you for three days, you'll tear the roof off. Do you want me to tell your father what happened today?"

Zhang Yizhen was even more flustered. He had lost both his parents at a young age, and this woman was threatening to tell his father? He sighed: "My father has been dead for many years."

Yuan Wenli knew Zhang Yang's family situation well. His father died when he was one year old, and his mother remarried, bringing him along. His stepfather had two sons and a daughter, and treated the children with bias. Zhang Yang had been beaten many times. Thinking of his tragic background, Yuan Wenli sighed: "Zhang Yang! You finally got into medical school, and it's not easy for a medical student to intern at a county hospital."

She subtly reminded Zhang Yang to cherish his current situation and hinted that she had helped him a lot to get into the county hospital.

Zhang Yizhen, with his hands in his pockets, pinched himself. He clearly felt the pain. His mind was not muddled; he was most likely alive. In his concept, the dead should have no sensation. But he still had some doubts. Everything he saw was unfamiliar. In his memory, neither the Sui Dynasty nor Goryeo and Tujue had such clothing. He cautiously asked: "May I ask, madam, am I dead?"

Yuan Wenli shook her head helplessly and felt his forehead: "You're not running a fever. What's wrong with you today? Talking nonsense?"

Zhang Yizhen suddenly thought of the concept of reincarnation. Perhaps the heavens saw his injustice and generously gave him a chance to be reborn. Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. As long as he could live, how bad could it be?

Yuan Wenli, feeling sorry for the boy with a tragic background, scolded him a few times and then gave him a heartfelt lecture. She then personally escorted Zhang Yizhen back to the meeting room, but the lecture had already ended, and Zhou Yanling had left, so he couldn't apologize to her.

As an old neighbor, Yuan Wenli had done her best. She then took Zhang Yizhen to the gynecology clinic, where she found Deputy Director Zhou Yanling, who was seeing patients. She gave him a few more instructions, and Zhang Yizhen, gradually accepting the reality, decided to keep quiet to avoid trouble, nodding to show his compliance with Yuan Wenli.

It was already 4 PM, and there were no patients in the gynecology clinic. Five interns were gathered around Deputy Director Zhou Yanling, listening attentively to her teachings. It was clear that Zhou Yanling enjoyed playing the role of a teacher. Although she didn't smile, she patiently answered each student's questions, showing a spirit of tireless teaching.

She had already noticed Yuan Wenli and Zhang Yizhen's arrival but didn't acknowledge Yuan Wenli. After the lecture, someone had told her that Yuan Wenli and Zhang Yang were old neighbors. Zhou Yanling understood that the matter would likely be dropped, as colleagues in the same unit had to maintain some face. However, she found Zhang Yang's behavior in the lecture hall quite annoying.

"Director Zhou!" Yuan Wenli always had a sweet smile, known for her good relationship with everyone in the hospital. As the head of the education department, being too good-tempered wasn't always a good thing, as it led to the interns being too free and easy. Zhou Yanling had already decided to bring up this issue at the hospital meeting this week to give Yuan Wenli a warning.

"Little Yuan! What's the matter?" Although she was a deputy director, Zhou Yanling could still put on an air of authority.

Yuan Wenli smiled even more brightly: "I brought Zhang Yang to apologize to you. I gave him a stern lecture in the education department, and he has recognized his mistake. He wants to apologize to you in person." She gave Zhang Yizhen a gentle push from behind.

Zhang Yizhen understood and walked to Deputy Director Zhou Yanling, saying sincerely: "Director Zhou, I was wrong!"

Zhou Yanling rarely smiled, but she had the grace to forgive. She wasn't going to be angry with an intern. What bothered her was Yuan Wenli. It was just a small incident; why did she have to come with the intern? Was she that petty? Zhou Yanling waved her hand: "To know one's mistake and correct it is the greatest virtue. You must listen carefully in the future!"

Zhang Yizhen nodded, now trying to avoid speaking as much as possible. Although they spoke the same language, it lacked the elegance of his past.

Zhou Yanling looked at his name tag: "Zhang Yang? From Jiangcheng Medical School?"

A black, slender girl with a ponytail came over: "Director Zhou, we are in the same group. We are rotating in the gynecology department this month!" The girl was Hong Ling, from Jiangcheng Medical University, and was Zhang Yang's group leader at the county hospital. The group had six members, five of whom were male, but Zhang Yang was added by Yuan Wenli. The other five were five-year undergraduate students from Jiangcheng Medical University, while Zhang Yang, although also studying clinical medicine for five years, started from junior high school and graduated as an associate degree holder. In the medical field, which values academic credentials, an associate degree holder had little future, so the other group members rarely interacted with him.

At this moment, a beautiful woman in tight red clothes walked into the gynecology department. Her curly hair was dyed a wine red, lazily draped over her shoulders, with long legs and seven-centimeter silver high heels, her walk was very alluring.

Yuan Wenli timely excused herself: "Director Zhou, I'll leave you to it. I'll go now!"

Zhou Yanling nodded absentmindedly.

Before leaving, Yuan Wenli winked at Zhang Yizhen, signaling him to be obedient. Zhang Yizhen wanted to leave with her, but heard Zhou Yanling's indifferent voice: "Zhang Yang, come help me take the patient's history!"

Zhang Yizhen was taken aback but gradually accepted his new role. He nodded and sat down at the table opposite Zhou Yanling, secretly observing the patient. A woman dressed like that was quite provocative, even the courtesans in the brothel wouldn't dare to dress so boldly. Zhang Yizhen, having experienced too many surprises today, was somewhat numb.

The woman looked at Zhang Yang and then at Zhou Yanling, her delicate face flushing. There were five men present, and this was her first time seeing a doctor in such a situation.

Zhou Yanling smiled faintly: "You don't need to worry, we're just taking your medical history."

Hong Ling pushed the medical record to Zhang Yang. The cover read: Lin Xiaoli, female, 23 years old, unmarried, self-employed.

Zhang Yang opened the medical record and looked at Zhou Yanling, who encouraged him: "Ask boldly, I'm here, so don't be too cautious."

Zhang Yang cleared his throat: "May I ask, Miss, what is your discomfort?"

His words were truly surprising. Zhou Yanling looked at him helplessly, inwardly scolding him for being pretentious. The surrounding students tried hard not to laugh.

Lin Xiaoli bit her lower lip, her long, curly lashes trembling. Knowing that Zhang Yang was an intern, she didn't think much of it: "I... when I... with my boyfriend... we... always bleed..."