Xiao Qingyin, a master physician, dies unexpectedly and transmigrates into the body of the eldest legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue in the Great Xi Dynasty, who was raised in the count...
Ignoring her confusion, the Left Censor walked straight toward Doctor Xiao Qi.
"Please sit down."
Dr. Qi smiled.
After the Left Censor sat down, he continued to ask, "Where are you feeling unwell?"
"I feel fine anywhere."
The Left Censor lowered his voice and said.
"I just want you to prescribe some medicine."
Dr. Xiao Qi: "???"
"I can't prescribe medicine for you if you don't see a doctor."
"Just open some cooling herbs, like honeysuckle or chrysanthemum."
"You can buy this yourself at the pharmacy."
The Left Censor sighed, "This is different."
Dr. Qi chuckled: "How is it different?"
"I feel more at ease taking the medicine you prescribed."
"..."
Dr. Qi had no choice but to prescribe a formula to clear heat and reduce internal fire for him.
The Imperial Censor Zuo returned with the prescription and told Zuo Miaomiao, "Doctor Xiao Qi said I'm fine. It's probably just that I didn't sleep well due to the dryness of autumn, which caused my sudden migraine. Taking a dose or two of medicine to clear up the heat will do the trick."
Zuo Miaomiao asked with a hint of disbelief, "Really?"
“Of course it’s true,” the Left Censor glared at her. “Would your father lie to you?”
Zuo Miaomiao frowned: "Sister Xiao's medical skills are so good. She uses observation, listening, questioning and palpation to treat patients. This Doctor Qi didn't even take your pulse. How did he know that your headache was caused by lack of sleep?"
Left Censor: "..."
"He'll know once he hears what his father says."
"Are you the doctor or is he the doctor? How can he prescribe medicine based solely on your word?"
The more Zuo Miaomiao thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.
"Could this Doctor Qi have gotten into the clinic through connections? He could kill patients like that. I have to investigate."
The Left Censor had originally wanted to ask her what her impression of Doctor Xiao Qi was, but now he couldn't ask her a single question.
I wanted to say a few words in defense of Dr. Xiao Qi.
But after thinking about it, I suggested that she investigate and learn more about it; perhaps she would discover the benefits of Dr. Qi's treatment.
He then said, "Well, you can investigate if you want, but don't go around saying bad things about Doctor Qi before the investigation results are out."
Zuo Miaomiao smiled and said, "Don't worry, I only speak with facts."
After saying that, she glanced at the prescription in the Left Censor's hand and said, "You don't need to use this prescription. Let's go find Sister Xiao instead."
The Left Censor shook his head violently.
"No need, my head doesn't hurt anymore. Your sister Xiao is so busy, so don't bother her."
He insisted on not going, and Zuo Miaomiao couldn't force him to come.
"Okay, if you have a headache again next time, you should definitely go see a doctor."
"good."
The Left Censor secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If he were to actually meet Xiao Qingyin, his secret would be exposed.
However, almost all three candidates for son-in-law were eliminated, so another round of selection is necessary, which is really a headache.
Zuo Miaomiao was unaware of his troubles. Over the next few days, she investigated Dr. Xiao Qi's medical training and skill level.
Unexpectedly, this led to the discovery of some surprising things.
"Father, there shouldn't be any problem with Doctor Qi's medical skills."
After completing the investigation, she spoke to the Left Censor.
The Left Censor was overjoyed.
"I told you that Dr. Qi is a good doctor. Don't let his young age fool you, his medical skills are amazing."
"but--"
Zuo Miaomiao made a turn of events.
The Left Censor's heart leaped into his throat.
"He has a hobby."
The Left Censor felt relieved.
"Everyone has hobbies. This isn't some kind of bad hobby, is it?"
"It shouldn't count?"
Zuo Miaomiao wasn't quite sure.
“He likes to sing opera and performs female roles in the Zhang family troupe in his spare time. You should have heard his performances. His stage name is Haitang.”
With a "bang," the teacup in the Left Censor's hand fell to the ground.
"Who are you talking about? Begonia?"
Zuo Miaomiao nodded.
"The operas he's performed in recently have been quite popular."
The Left Censor was completely distraught.
He used to enjoy drinking, but he gave it up due to health reasons.
Later, he became obsessed with listening to opera, especially the operas performed by the Zhang family troupe. The voice of the female lead named Haitang in the Zhang family troupe captivated him.
He also presented many flowers to the crabapple tree.
As it turns out, his daughter is now telling him that the crabapple tree is actually Dr. Qi.
How can he ever look Dr. Qi in the eye again?!
He had originally wanted Doctor Qi to be his son-in-law...
Seeing his pale face, Zuo Miaomiao asked with concern, "Dad, is your headache coming on again?"
"No."
The Left Censor slumped into the Grand Master's chair.
"I just lost my house."
Who would have thought that finding a son-in-law could lead to a broken house?
It's obvious that God is making things difficult for him.
Zuo Miaomiao couldn't understand his feelings; she was only worried about his health.
She specifically sought advice from Xiao Qingyin.
Xiao Qingyin inquired about the Left Censor's recent diet and daily life, and comforted him, saying, "Since he can eat and sleep well, there shouldn't be any major problems."
Zuo Miaomiao looked worried and distressed.
"But he didn't seem to be in a good mood. I wonder if it's because I always speak ill of the young talents I admire."
Xiao Qingyin raised an eyebrow: "A promising young talent?"
Zuo Miaomiao recounted what happened that day.
Xiao Qingyue couldn't help but exclaim, "Your father is trying to find you a husband, but all the ones he's chosen are flawed. No wonder he's heartbroken!"
Zuo Miaomiao looked shocked.
"Those people were the ones he introduced to me?"
"Most likely."
Zuo Miaomiao was stunned for a long time.
“I’m not that old, and he only has me as his daughter, so why is he in such a hurry to find a son-in-law?”
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