April 1950
Widow Xu Hehua picked up a skinny, bony eight-year-old girl in the back mountain.
Xu Hehua was illiterate. As it happened, the peach blossoms behind the house were in full bloom, so she casually named the girl Taohua (Peach Blossom).
A neighbor, Doctor Cao, who was a cultured man, scoffed at the name for being too tacky. He said it was already late spring in April, so she might as well be called Wanchun (Late Spring).
Xu Hehua had always admired educated people. Seizing the opportunity, she shamelessly used this naming favor to push her adopted daughter under Doctor Cao’s wing to learn a craft.
A few years later, she even managed to pull back the Cao family’s only promising son and made him her son-in-law.
Now that’s what you call capable.
Clinical medical student Xu Wanchun had been through undergrad, master’s, Ph.D., and residency training.
She had just become a resident doctor when an accident threw her back in time to the 1950s.
There, she became an orphan girl—abandoned by her own uncle, seen as a burden.
Looking at her bean-sprout-thin body and thinking about how the reform and opening-up wouldn’t happen for another thirty years…
After slogging through ten bitter years of medical training… she just wanted to cry.
Fortunately, Heaven never seals off all exits—her adoptive mother doted on her.
Schooling, apprenticeship, food, clothing—everything was arranged with care.
Since that’s the case, retaking the college entrance exam wasn’t out of the question.
As for the fiancé?
Not important…
Cao Jingliang joined the revolution at the age of 16.
In the second year after leaving home, he received a letter from his parents saying he had a junior martial sister.
Cao Jingliang was grateful that someone was there to fulfill his filial duties in his place.
By the seventh year away, his parents wrote again—his junior martial sister was now his fiancée.
Cao Jingliang chuckled and shook his head, not taking it seriously. She was just a 15-year-old girl.
By the fourteenth year, the fiancée showed up at the military hospital holding his parents’ letters—now his colleague.
Looking at the lovely girl calling him “Senior Brother,” the always composed and dignified Director Cao turned red from head to toe beneath his white coat.
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