I Relied on Modern Medicine to Ascend the Throne in the Daughter Country

Traveling back in time as the princess Feng Xi who was about to ascend the throne of the Daughter Kingdom, the first thing Zhao Lan did shocked the entire government and everyone - she abolished the three-hundred-year-old "Giving Order", which was an ancestral system that ordered women across the country to have daughters, otherwise they would be severely punished. All civil and military officials in the dynasty fell to their knees and cried bitterly: "The laws of our ancestors cannot be violated. This is a sign of the country's subjugation!" The old minister grabbed the land with his head, and the princess of the clan angrily accused her of undermining the country's foundation. However, what they didn't know was that living in this young body was a genius emergency doctor from the 21st century. Faced with the maternal mortality rate of up to 60% under the outdated ancestral system, and the absurd shackles of "a woman's only value is childbearing", Feng Xi silently laid out the drawings, set up the still, and prepared the first bottle of disinfectant alcohol. On the day when the humble "Imperial Medical Department Women's Medical School" was launched, everyone was waiting to see the joke. Until—— An elderly mother who had been in labor for three days was rescued by a mysterious "cesarean surgery" and her daughter was safe; A newborn's terminal disease "Seven Day Wind" was cured by a few fine needles and strange potions; The national infant survival rate jumped from less than 40% to 70% in three years... The once fiercest opponent, the veteran prime minister of the three dynasties, knelt tremblingly in front of the palace, with tears streaming down his face: "I beg your Majesty... To recruit more people into the harem and spread the branches and leaves of the royal family!" Feng Xi put down the human anatomy diagram in her hand and looked at the beautiful shadow guard outside the palace who was silently guarding like a shadow. The man's eyes under the silver mask were as deep as cold pools, and the sword in his hand had just cut off the heads of the third batch of assassins for her.