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Lin Xiaxia watched them leave, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her. She leaned against the table and sat down, while the maid hurriedly brought her a cup of tea.
"Miss, when did you learn medicine?" the maid asked curiously.
Lin Xiaxia smiled. "I don't know, perhaps I just had a sudden epiphany."
In the following days, Lin Xiaxia couldn't stop thinking about the injured man. On the third day, the steward came with gifts to express gratitude, saying that young master Li had already recovered from his fever and that his wounds were healing well.
"Your medical skills are truly remarkable; even Imperial Physician Wang praises you," the steward said. " young master Li wishes to meet you in person to thank you."
Lin Xiaxia hesitated for a moment but ultimately agreed. She followed the steward to the Li residence and met young master Li in the living room.
"Miss Lin, please allow me to pay my respects," Li Cheng'en said as he stood up and bowed solemnly.
Lin Xiaxia quickly supported him. " young master Li need not be so formal; it is the duty of a healer to save lives."
Li Cheng'en studied her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Although she was dressed simply, her demeanor was poised and graceful, completely different from the noble ladies he had encountered before.
"Who did Miss Lin learn her medical skills from?" Li Cheng'en asked. "I have never heard of such an accomplished female physician in Chang'an."
Lin Xiaxia's heart tightened; she couldn't possibly say she had traveled through time. "I... I taught myself," she replied vaguely.
Li Cheng'en nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Miss Lin, may I ask if you would consider taking a position at the Imperial Medical Office? Your skills are too exceptional to be hidden away."
Lin Xiaxia's eyes lit up; she had been worried about finding an opportunity to showcase her knowledge. "I would love to!" she exclaimed. "But will the Imperial Medical Office accept female physicians?"
Li Cheng'en smiled. "In this prosperous era, we embrace all talents; the Imperial Medical Office will not be constrained by gender. If Miss Lin is willing, I can recommend you."
Lin Xiaxia was overjoyed. "Thank you very much, young master Li!"
From then on, Lin Xiaxia began her work at the Imperial Medical Office. Her modern medical knowledge led her to innovate in diagnosis and treatment, quickly earning the respect of her colleagues.
One day, a loud knock echoed against the intricately carved wooden door of the Imperial Medical Office. Just as Lin Xiaxia set down the Huangdi Neijing, a young man in a blue robe stumbled in.
"Doctor Lin, please save my wife!" he pleaded, his goldfish pouch gleaming with blood under the candlelight—an insignia of a fifth-rank official.
The delivery room was filled with a foul odor; dark blood continuously seeped from the woman below. As Lin Xiaxia lifted the curtain, she saw an old midwife holding a silver needle poised to stab at the woman’s acupoint. "It's a Ghost Fetus causing trouble; we must guide the soul..."
"Stop!" Lin Xiaxia snatched the silver needle away. "Prepare hot water, strong liquor, and clean cotton cloth." She felt the woman's swollen abdomen; it was alarming—the fundus had reached below the xiphoid process, and its texture felt like a fetal heart monitor—this was a classic case of missed miscarriage.
"Wash the vulva with warm water," she instructed as she poured liquor into a copper basin. "I need to perform a curettage." The old midwife collapsed in fear on the ground. "This will cost the lady her life!"
Lin Xiaxia had no time to explain; she fashioned a dilator from boiled bamboo strips. When she saw that the placental tissue had turned purplish-black, she decisively used hemostatic forceps to detach it from the uterine cavity. Li Cheng'en suddenly burst in, holding up a makeshift mask she had just created. "Use this first."
On the seventh day after surgery, the patient was finally able to drink rice soup. The official sent over one hundred taels of gold as thanks, but Lin Xiaxia found herself lost in thought over her surgical records—she realized that Tang Dynasty texts like Jing Xiao Chan Bao had already noted that "a dead fetus in utero should be urgently expelled," but what truly made her tremble was Li Cheng'en's gentle touch as he wiped away beads of sweat from her forehead during surgery.
On this day, news spread through Dong Market that the Camel Driver from the Persian Caravan was covered in pustules. When Lin Xiaxia lifted the patient's clothing, Li Cheng'en suddenly pulled her back, saying, "This is Variola; it’s contagious."
However, she took out a homemade glass straw from her medicine pouch. "Collecting Pox Fluid for inoculation can prevent it." She made a small incision on the patient's arm and gently rubbed the variola matter into the wound. Li Cheng'en held her hand down firmly. "Last year, Imperial Physician Wang tried variolation and three children died."
"I have improved the inoculation method." Lin Xiaxia displayed a silk thread soaked in strong liquor. "Modern medicine proves that Live Attenuated Vaccine..." The words lingered on her lips but she swallowed them back. She instructed her assistant to bring fresh Human Milk. "Diluting Pox Fluid with this can reduce mortality rates."
Three days later, the Vaccinator only showed mild fever. While Lin Xiaxia was recording in the isolation tent, Li Cheng'en suddenly handed her a celadon bowl. "Drink this bowl of Licorice Soup." As she took it, her fingers brushed against the burn scar on his palm—evidence of his secret trial with the variola matter.
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