Saving Humanity Across the Stars with Traditional Chinese Medicine [Livestream]

Imperial physician Bai Shaoxing was sentenced to death by imperial decree for failing to cure the emperor. But just as the execution was about to take place, a bolt of lightning struck him and sent him to the interstellar age ten thousand years in the future.

Humanity was now tormented by mental storms and threatened with death. Medicine and technology had become useless. Riots, protests, and secession followed one after another, and humanity entered its final revelry.

Faced with this chaotic world, Bai Shaoxing quietly opened a small traditional Chinese medicine clinic in a slum.

A newcomer with not a penny to his name, the imperial physician Bai Shaoxing had no choice but to take up the trendy business of livestreaming:

He livestreamed consultations, diagnosed patients by feeling their pulses through silk threads, and demonstrated miraculous acupuncture, one long-lost traditional Chinese medical technique after another. At first:

[I'm dying. This stuff humanity discarded as worthless is being used to scam people again. Do they think we're idiots?]

[Look, look, look. That's so fake. You touch someone's wrist and call it pulse diagnosis? Anyone can do that.]

[Aaah, you add earthworms to a bunch of weeds and call it Chinese medicine? Are you that desperate to get famous?]

[Holy crap, that needle's so long. Are you trying to kill someone?]

The joint statement from the medical schools: We urge the public not to trust unlicensed doctors.

Later:

[Traditional Chinese medicine is a treasure of humanity. My charming ancestors were incredible. I bow to them.]

[Little doctor, I've been driven nearly mad by mania lately. Feel my pulse, please. If that doesn't work, you can open up my head and take a look.]

[Little doctor, I found all kinds of weeds, I mean medicinal herbs, from the prescription you published, but I can't find any earthworms. Could I use a loach instead?]

[Little doctor, I brought my own long needles. Can you tell me where to stick them so my head stops hurting?]

The joint statement from the medical schools: The little doctor has saved human medicine.

The public: Does your face hurt? Mine hurts too.

Before he knew it, he had become famous across the entire interstellar world. Then one day, a group of soldiers arrived.

Bai Shaoxing saw the unconscious marshal lying on the bed. The man had the face of the emperor who had sentenced him to death. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

Should I put mercury or arsenic in this medicine? Or maybe stick a needle into his carotid sinus?

*

Zong Zhengyao had a dream. When he woke, he saw the little imperial physician he'd been too late to marry before the young man died in his dream. For some reason, though, the little physician kept trying to run away in the middle of the night.

On his Nth time being caught and brought back, Bai Shaoxing glared angrily at the man pinning him down. "What exactly do you want from me?"

Zong Zhengyao gently stroked the corner of the young man's eye, reddened from being pressed. His gaze darkened. "I want a wife."

An imperial physician who only wants to make a little money x a man who went two lifetimes without a wife, then caught fire like an old house

Theme: The past will not be erased, and the truth will not decay. When dawn comes, the light will finally appear.