Wen Qiao, a modern doctor with doctorates in both Chinese and Western medicine, opened her eyes to find herself in an impoverished village in a fictional dynasty, inhabiting the body of a gambling, farmer's wife.
She was thirty-five. Her husband had been conscripted, with his fate unknown, and her three sons were starving. The original owner was dragging her youngest son to a gambling den to sell him and pay off her debts.
Wen Qiao snatched the child back on the spot.
With nothing but bare walls at home, she relied on her miraculous medical skills to save lives and earn respect. She took on the gambling den, treated emergencies, and opened a clinic. Everyone in the surrounding villages came to call her "Doctor Qiao."
She raised her three sons into fine young men:
The eldest joined the army, earning military honors on the battlefield and rising to a rank no lower than his father's.
The second opened a shop, selling milk tea and egg tarts across the capital and building a fortune that reached far and wide.
The youngest was devoted to farming, determined to make sure everyone in the land had enough to eat.
Years later, her husband, long presumed to have died in battle, returned home in glory and immediately demanded a divorce.
Wen Qiao slapped a divorce agreement on the table. "Divorcing me is an insult. An amicable separation preserves your dignity. Choose."
Later, he resigned from office and followed her to the countryside, growing buckwheat, serving tea, and calling her "my dear wife" more enthusiastically than anyone.
The day the buckwheat flowers bloomed, she finally said yes.
Theme: I simply wanted to write this down as a keepsake.
