Chapter 1: Rebirth in Gynecology (Part 1)

Almost everyone knows that the first hero of the late Sui Dynasty was Li Yuanba, but few know that the first medical genius 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 his medical skills were superb, he never did anything without a reward. If you wanted him to treat you, you either had to have money or beauty. Most of the rich people he cured had paid him in silver, and most of the women he cured were exceptionally beautiful. Such a corrupt doctor was not even recorded in the 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 had done a good deed without expecting any reward, saving the life of an imperial concubine who was suffering from a difficult labor. He felt deeply wronged, as saving two lives with a good deed led to such an end, truly a great injustice.

Emperor Yang, however, did not feel wronged: "Damn it, you dared to touch my woman? Letting you die like this 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 traveled through time, and he was fortunate enough to be reborn.

"I am not willing!"

In the small meeting room on the third floor of the outpatient department of Chunyang County People's Hospital, a desperate scream suddenly echoed, startling the deputy director in charge of business, Gynecology Department Director 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 a young 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 coats and white caps. Was this a memorial hall? He blinked, and saw men and women sitting together. Some couples were secretly holding hands under the table, and 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. Was this the Hall of Judgment? It didn't seem like it.

After a moment of silence, everyone in the meeting room burst into laughter, almost causing the ceiling to collapse.

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 graduated from school. Her chest heaved as she finally exploded in anger: "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 only made the laughter in the meeting room even more uncontrollable, 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 Department of Medical Education, who had been listening, hurried over and grabbed Zhang Yizhen's right arm, sternly scolding him: "Zhang Yang! Come with me!"

Zhang Yizhen gently shook off Yuan Wenli's hand, stood up, and straightened his clothes. What bad luck! He was wearing a white mourning outfit and 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 Department of Medical Education, Yuan Wenli looked at Zhang Yizhen with a mix of anger and 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, didn't seem like the type. 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 confused. He had lost both parents at a young age. How could this woman tell his father? He sighed: "My father has been dead for many years."

Yuan Wenli knew Zhang Yang's family situation well. His father had died when he was one year old, and his mother had remarried, bringing him along. His stepfather had two sons and a daughter, and treated his children with favoritism. Zhang Yang had been beaten many times. Thinking of his tragic background, Yuan Wenli sighed: "Zhang Yang! You finally got into medical school. It's not easy for a medical student to intern at a county hospital." She subtly reminded him to cherish his current situation and hinted that she had helped him a lot to get this internship.

Zhang Yizhen, with his hands in his pockets, pinched himself twice. He clearly felt the pain. His mind was clear; he was most likely alive. In his understanding, 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 had seen 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 survive, how bad could it be?

Yuan Wenli, feeling sorry for the boy with a tragic background, scolded him a bit 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. 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 giving an expert consultation. Outside the clinic, Yuan Wenli gave him a few more instructions. Zhang Yizhen had gradually accepted the reality. Knowing that speaking might cause trouble, he kept his mouth shut and nodded obediently to show his compliance with Yuan Wenli.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, 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 explained each student's questions, showing a spirit of tireless instruction.

She had already noticed Yuan Wenli and Zhang Yizhen's arrival but didn't acknowledge them. After the lecture, someone had told her about the connection between Yuan Wenli and Zhang Yang. Zhou Yanling realized that the matter would likely be dropped. Colleagues in the same unit had to give each other some face, but this Zhang Yang was truly a troublemaker, disrupting the lecture.

"Director Zhou!" Yuan Wenli always had a sweet smile on her face. She was well-liked in the hospital. As the head of the Department of Medical Education, being too kind wasn't always a good thing. Because of her good temper, the interns often acted freely and loosely. Zhou Yanling had already decided to bring this up 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've brought Zhang Yang to apologize to you. I gave him a good scolding in the Department of Medical Education, 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. It wasn't worth getting angry over a mere intern. What upset 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. Make sure to listen carefully in the future!"

Zhang Yizhen nodded. Now, he tried to avoid speaking as much as possible. Although they spoke the same language, it lacked the elegance of his past speech.

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

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

At this moment, a beautiful woman in a tight red outfit entered the gynecology clinic. Her hair was dyed a wine red and lazily draped over her shoulders. She had long, slender legs and wore silver high heels with a seven-centimeter heel, walking in a way that made her hips and chest sway attractively.

Yuan Wenli 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 he heard Zhou Yanling's indifferent voice: "Zhang Yang, come help me take the patient's history!"

Zhang Yizhen was taken aback. He was gradually accepting his new role. He nodded and sat down at the table opposite Zhou Yanling, glancing at the patient. A woman dressed like that was truly provocative; even the courtesans in the Liuxiang Courtyard wouldn't dare dress so boldly. However, Zhang Yizhen had already experienced so many surprises today that he was somewhat numb.

The woman looked at Zhang Yang and then at Zhou Yanling, her delicate face flushing. There were five male students 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. Zhou Yanling encouraged him: "Ask boldly! I'm here, so don't be too cautious."

Zhang Yang cleared his throat: "Miss, what brings you here?"

His words were truly surprising. Zhou Yanling looked at him helplessly, inwardly cursing his pretentiousness. The other 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... it always... bleeds..."