A Physician's Life Is a Life Too

Mu Ping'an, the thirtieth-generation heir of the Divine Needle Sect, took a sip of Moutai brought by a patient and opened his eyes to find that he had instantly risen in rank. In the blink of an eye, he went from the thirtieth-generation heir to the third-generation heir. Summoned to the palace by imperial decree, he became the Imperial Medical Academy's chief physician.

Mu Ping'an's spirits soared. To be honest, aside from sticking needles into people, his greatest hobby was reading novels, including but not limited to palace intrigue, danmei, and Haitang. He had thought his daily job would be serving the consorts in the various palaces while enjoying palace intrigue for free, but then he discovered that there were no consorts in the palace, only a young emperor and a regent.

The first person he had to serve was the regent, who had helped the young emperor ascend the throne, held immense power, and suffered from a heart condition.

The man on the bed was so frail he seemed barely able to stand, yet his innate dignity remained unmistakable. He gave a bitter smile, his face pale.

"Imperial Physician Mu, if I were to die right now, do you think that little brat would shed even a single sincere tear?"

Well, now! The young emperor and the regent: such a classic setup for a groveling redemption arc! Mu Ping'an listened, shipping them all the while...

Aside from that pair in the palace, the couple he shipped most was the current Grand Tutor and the great general. He had assumed the one needing his care would be the elegant, mild-mannered Grand Tutor, but to his surprise, it was the battle-hardened, heroic general. The diagnosis went badly: it was a pregnancy pulse... He was stunned. He'd picked the wrong one...

It had actually been an accident, the classic setup of the Grand Tutor being drugged and the general sacrificing himself to save him. But who could have guessed that this general, like the founding emperor, had Luo clan blood? This unexpected child was a problem. Mu Ping'an had already prepared himself for the general not to want the baby, but instead, the general said:

"I must trouble you, Imperial Physician Mu, to ensure this child is born safely. Please help me keep it from Qingli."

Imperial Physician Mu was in agony. He wished he could lean over and tell the Grand Tutor, You have a child!

The third person he had to serve was even more extraordinary: the Imperial Preceptor. With his silver hair, he looked like an immortal. Every time Mu Ping'an met his eyes, he felt as though the man could see right through him. He had an unsettling air about him. They said that every time he sought a glimpse of heaven's secrets, it took a toll on his body. Now, not only were his legs damaged, but apparently that place was injured too.

Silver hair fell across his wrist as the immortal lowered his eyes and spoke.

"Imperial Physician Mu, there's no need to take my pulse. Just prescribe the medicine."

Refusing medical treatment, huh? So that place really is the problem. He wants me to prescribe tonics to strengthen his body and virility. There's nothing wrong with those virility tonics, but the question is, does he even have any virility left?

His doubts were answered later, when he found out firsthand that the man did!

Theme: Saving lives and healing the wounded is a doctor's duty.