The Rascal Healer

Before transmigrating, Wang Xiaoming's biggest regret was hiding in a toilet stall with Nurse Xiao Li during a night shift, only to have a heart attack from fright when a security guard caught them with his pants half down. When he opened his eyes again, he had become an eleven-year-old medicine boy in the Great Chu Dynasty, no taller than a hoe handle. Orphaned and destitute, his only master had been conscripted, fate unknown. But Wang Xiaoming was not afraid. In his past life as a hospital director, he had seen countless folk remedies: wound powders, cold remedies, trauma liniments—he could mix them with his eyes closed. With his skills, he opened a small clinic in Taiping Village, treating patients and dispensing medicine, and life gradually improved. Yet what truly established him in the village was not his medical skill, but a contract to take a wife for eight taels of silver. From then on, more and more patients came to Wang Xiaoming's clinic, and more and more women as well: a village widow, a fallen female general, a censor's widow, a tribal queen... This eleven-year-old "little healer" had his own ways of curing ailments.