A modern surgeon, Wei Lan, is transported to the 12th year of the Chongzhen era in the Ming Dynasty, where she is rescued by a passing doctor, Liu Mingyi. With no family and her origins shrouded in mystery, she has no choice but to rely on him for food and shelter.
In an era of primitive medical practices, Wei Lan introduces medical alcohol, allicin, penicillin, and steam sterilization. Together with Liu Mingyi, she opens a medical clinic, establishes a pharmacy, founds an academy, and dedicates herself to saving lives.
As she delves deeper into traditional Chinese medicine, Wei Lan realizes that the ancients may be old-fashioned, but they are far from foolish.
What!? CPR, scalpels, anesthesia—these foundational elements of modern medicine actually had early forms in the Ming Dynasty?
What kind of sparks will fly when modern medical knowledge meets ancient Chinese medicine?
[Mini Theater]
At first, Wei Lan softly says, “Mingyi-ge, it’s dark, and I can’t see the road. Can I hold onto your sleeve?”
Liu Mingyi, his expression calm and composed, replies seriously, “Miss Wei, men and women should maintain proper distance. Here, take this branch instead.”
He hands her a twig to keep their distance.
Later, Liu Mingyi reclines on the bed, teasingly saying, “My dear wife, on such a beautiful night, shall we discuss the origins of life?”
Buried under a mountain of documents, Wei Lan doesn’t even lift her head. “Be quiet. I’m working.”
As both the director of the hospital and the principal of the academy, she’s got a lot on her plate.
