My Brother-in-Law Is the Yongle Emperor

My name is Xu Miaojin, and I’m the top surgeon in the modern world.

One day, I transmigrated, and my career faced an epic challenge: my patients all had something wrong with their heads.

[Patient One: My Brother-in-Law, Zhu Di]

Condition: Manic emperor syndrome, accompanied by paranoid delusions.

Me: “Brother-in-law, kill fewer people and eat more vegetables.”

Him: “Say that again. Believe me, I’ll plant you in a flowerpot!”

(The next second, he meekly pushed away the braised pork.)

[Patient Two: Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi]

Condition: Sardine-heir syndrome caused by severe obesity.

Me: “Get running! You’re not eating until you’ve done a hundred laps!”

Him: “Boohoo, Auntie, I really can’t go on...”

(Then he pulled a piece of beef jerky out of his sleeve.)

[Patient Three: My Fierce Bandit of a Second Nephew, Zhu Gaoxu]

Condition: Muscle overload leading to an intelligence deficit.

Me: “Second Nephew, sign here. Then these twenty thousand taels will count as a voluntary donation.”

Him: “Why should I... Hey, wait! What’s in this contract?!”

Help! I’m just a doctor. Why am I also moonlighting as a kindergarten teacher?!