Tang Dynasty: Doctors Don't Knock on the Door, but Start to Extend Life in Changle

In the eighth year of Zhenguan, it rained like rain in autumn. The Tai Chi Hall was filled with lifeless atmosphere. Six imperial doctors knelt on the broken gold bricks and kowtowed to pray for death. Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty held an unsheathed sword and stared with scarlet eyes at the dying Princess Changle on the dragon bed. "If it can't be cured, you will all be buried with him." Just when the whole hall was in despair, a wandering doctor wearing broken straw sandals, covered in mud and water, and not even wearing any decent clothes was kicked into the hall by the Jinwu guards. Everyone felt that this bell-ringer who didn't even understand pharmacology was doomed. However, the doctor did not kneel down, nor was he panicked. He just washed the dirt on his hands in the copper basin in the corner, opened the old wooden medicine box, took out a three-inch silver needle, and without hesitation pierced the princess's fatal point despite the horrified obstruction of the imperial doctors. A needle dropped and the dead gasped. Doctor You put away the silver needle, wiped his hands on his clothes, picked up the medicine box and turned towards the rainy night: "This needle can only last three years. Don't take the medicine from the palace. From now on, come to the West City Medical Center to see me on the first day of every month." The civil and military officials in the court were stunned. … From then on, the city of Chang'an lost an eldest princess who was waiting for death. In the leaky and shabby medical clinic in the West City, there was now a beautiful medical girl in a coarse cloth skirt and hairpin, who sat on a pony to cook medicine for people on the first day of every lunar month.