>When he woke up, Xue Changan, the imperial physician of the Dajing Dynasty, became a sickly young man in the slums of Hong Kong Island in 1955.
> Turning around, I saw the "suffering brother" using the thinking of a modern librarian to seriously analyze how to make the most nutritious porridge from rotten vegetable leaves.
>Xue Changan silently took out the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" and ten kilograms of food stamps from the system space as a gift package for newbies.
·"This colleague, has the medical insurance payment period expired before time travel?"
>But before they could make a name for themselves on Hong Kong Island by relying on ancient medical skills and modern prophets, they were shocked to realize——
>The down-and-out old man they rescued is a future tycoon, the porcelain bowl they picked up is worth tens of millions, and even the poor student who invested casually has become a technology giant?
>Seeing the imminent suppression by the British-funded consortium, the silver needles between Xue Changan's fingers shone with cold light:
>"Brother Xian, it's time for the security company to form our special support team by the way..."
