Journey to the West: The Mysterious Doctor - Starting with a Heart Transplant for Princess Sizi

Zhang Zhao was not originally trained in medicine; he simply transmigrated into the body of a doctor and, with the "Primordial Medical Classic" at his disposal, naturally became a doctor.

After all, a thousand years ago, people were unfamiliar with the city of Chang'an and it was inconvenient to cause trouble.

Moreover, Chang'an City is full of wealthy merchants, high-ranking officials, and nobles. The original owner of this body also had some reputation, and the consultation fees he received for treating illnesses were quite substantial.

But there's a prerequisite: treating others won't cost you your own life.

After all, being a doctor is just a profession; treating and saving lives is simply a job. Why risk your life?

These days, things like "strange diseases," "insect plagues," "infections," and "activations" are clearly not ordinary things.

He plans to seal away the ancient medical classic as well.

The reward may be good, but you have to be alive to receive it. Otherwise, even if you become a Buddha or an ancestor, you might still end up having your soul extracted and refined.

However, the writing in the medical classics is still visible.

"Reward: Insight (Level 1): Can see lesions, understand the cause of disease, and also see things that ordinary people cannot see, and master knowledge that ordinary people cannot master."

This doesn't sound like a good thing. Can I refuse it?

But he clearly had no right to refuse; a beam of light flew out of the medical book and struck him.

He has mastered "Insight". To his slight relief, he can now control whether or not to activate "Insight", finally gaining some initiative.

Humans are always curious, even if they know that this inappropriate curiosity will put them in danger.

Zhang Zhao acquired a skill he had never heard of before. It was like a child encountering a toy he had never seen before, or a cat seeing a cat toy it had never seen before; he had to play with it a few times to get his fill.

Just for a moment, it should be fine, right?

"Insight, activated!"

There was no change in sight, except for a few more threads, one end of which came from an unknown place in the sky, and the other end went deep into Chang'an City and landed somewhere unknown.

What is this thing? How could there be such a thing?

The thought had barely formed when words appeared next to the silk thread in front of me.

"Mysterious Silk. Two-dimensional objects that radiate out due to dimensional chaos before the worlds collide, possessing certain characteristics of the opposite world."

Zhang Zhao had a feeling that his cerebral cortex flew out of his skull, performed a Thomas full twist on his head, accompanied by a rendition of "Paradise on Earth," and then shouted before committing suicide.

A sense of absurdity and strangeness.

His understanding is that the Tang Dynasty is one world, and another world is crashing into it.

Just as two celestial bodies will have gravitational disturbances, two worlds will also have disturbances when they get close, except that they are dimensional disturbances.

After the disturbance, the strange threads are formed.

Silk is two-dimensional, therefore it cannot be seen by humans in the three-dimensional world.

But he can see it through his Insight skill.

The name "Silk" is also intriguing. What does it have to do with "mysterious diseases"?

No, you're thinking about it the wrong way. The key issue now isn't the strange disease, but that two worlds are about to collide.

He had no idea what would happen when the two worlds collided.

But he knew that two planets were colliding, and by extension, the consequences would probably not be good, and they would not be able to escape the fate of destruction.

Since everything is destined to perish, what is the point of healing the sick and saving lives, becoming a famous doctor, or any of the fame, fortune, desires, joys, sorrows, love, and fears in the world?

Ultimately, they return to dust and vanish into nothingness.

At the end of nothingness, he finally saw a glimmer of light. This light was the "Primordial Medical Compendium".

The reward skill gained from just one encounter with the strange disease allows one to see two-dimensional objects clearly;

If he continues to treat the strange disease and earns more rewards, he might one day save the world and become a savior.

But he hesitated.

Saviors often mean being a lone wolf, doing thankless work, and losing money no matter how you look at it.

He'll take it one step at a time. If it doesn't bother him, he doesn't mind treating more strange illnesses to improve his skills. If he can do something for the world in the future, he'll do his best to help.

As for now, let's send Xiao Qing and Shen Yu away first, and then try to treat Du Zhong.

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Zhang Zhao went into the inner room and untied Xiao Qing, who had already woken up and was confused about the situation.

After removing the gag from her mouth, Xiao Qing almost cried, "Dr. Zhang, it hurts so much, much more than last time."

That's not the same at all. Last time it was needle pricks, this time it's a knife cut, and they even stuffed gauze in and stirred it back and forth, that must have been absolutely excruciating.

Upon entering the outer room, Shen Yu saw that Xiao Qing was covered in sweat and looked pale, so she quickly asked him what was wrong. Only after Xiao Qing said he was alright did she feel relieved.

"After you get back, don't let the wound get wet, and don't exert yourself on the arm." Zhang Zhao took out a fist-sized ceramic jar from the medicine cabinet, which contained the clinic's last remaining 1.5g of Miao Shui Xian Ointment:

"Apply the ointment in this jar to the affected area once a day until the scab falls off. Remember, do not ingest it. Sincerely, one string of cash."

One string of cash is equivalent to one tael of silver, which is an astronomical price.

Shen Yuzhen accepted it with great care.

After paying the consultation and medication fees, the couple thanked Zhang Zhao and took their leave. Zhang Zhao stopped them and asked, "When did the cysts on Xiao Qing's body appear? Do you remember what the affected area came into contact with before they appeared?"

Xiao Qing scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly, "So many days have passed, how could I possibly remember all this?"

Shen Yu pointed at his forehead: "You! You forgot? It was when you came back from work last time, you said your back hurt. You even took it off and showed it to me, it was just red, but then it swelled up."

Xiao Qing suddenly realized: "Ah, right, right! It was back then."

Zhang Zhao asked, "Gong? What kind of Gong?" The worker was quite old this time, but he hadn't expected him to be as old as the Zhenguan era.

Xiao Qing explained, "I recently took on a big job building a stove at the Yin residence. Building a stove is no easy task; it's only truly enjoyable when you're shirtless. Who would have thought I'd get this illness?"

He didn't know the cyst was full of worms and thought it was just a boil or something: "Looks like I really can't go shirtless when I'm working in the future."

It seems that the illness originated from the Yin family, where he built the stove. However, there were many people with the surname Yin in Chang'an, and quite a few could be called "Yin Family Mansion".

"The Yin family, which Yin family?"

"Yin Kaishan, at Lord Yin's residence."

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As Zhang Zhao bid farewell to Xiao Qing and Shen Yu, he felt a sense of historical collapse.

It is now the tenth year of Zhenguan, but in history, Yin Kaishan died as early as the Wude era, before the Xuanwu Gate Incident.

So, is it because history has changed dramatically, allowing him to live a few more years, or has he been impersonated by something else?

Or perhaps it's just Xiao Qing's habit of addressing her.

After all, as someone who can enter the Lingyan Pavilion, if you mention the Yin family, others may not know it, but if you mention Yin Kaishan, everyone knows him.

Hey, why think so much? Do you think he can walk up and verify its authenticity? Or go to the Yin residence to find the source of the illness?

He'd probably be kicked out as soon as he got to the gate.

After hanging up the "Closed Today" sign, Zhang Zhao went to the backyard and pushed open the door.

Eucommia ulmoides was even more swollen than before, and her hand, which was swollen like a steamed bun, was trying to put the tongue depressor into her mouth.