（Happy New Year to all my dear readers. I would like to make a wish here: may your future prospects be bright, may everything go your way, may you be in good health, and may you gain wealth every day.）
（The prices in this story might differ from what you imagine. Modern prices are based on comparisons from certain software, but the prices in ancient times were written by the author herself.）
（I hope you all enjoy the story!）
"Elder Sister, wake up! Uncle and Aunt have driven us out. Grandma is also sick, and the Doctor said she... she is very ill, and told me to... to prepare for Grandma's funeral... *sob*... Elder Sister, what should I do?"
A boy of about twelve years old sat by the bedside, his thin, small body curled into a ball.
Tears streaked his dark face, and his voice was so choked with sobs that it was barely audible.
His little hand, clutching the corner of his clothes, trembled slightly, and his eyes were red and swollen.
Looking at the girl on the bed, he rambled on, repeating the fear in his heart as if he wanted to pour out all his flustered feelings.
"I'm so scared... I'm afraid you will all leave me. The Doctor said you also..."
He did not notice that the girl's hand on the bed, covered in wounds, moved almost imperceptibly.
The boy wiped away his tears, sniffled, stood up, and staggered out of the room.
The door creaked shut, and the girl on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.
Those eyes were startlingly clear, filled with a sense of blankness and vigilance as she scanned her surroundings.
The thatched roof was uneven, and a few rays of sunlight shone through the holes, illuminating the dust dancing in the air.
The walls were simple thatch, supported by a few crooked black wooden pillars that looked like they could collapse at any moment.
The room was empty; apart from the dry, hard plank bed she was lying on, there wasn't even a decent stool. The poverty was clear at a glance.
Her name was Jiang Tang, the same name as the original owner of this body.
She was originally a doctor of integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine in the 21st century. After performing three high-difficulty tumor removal surgeries in a row, she died of exhaustion beside the operating table.
She never imagined that when she opened her eyes again, her soul would drift to this completely strange place and take over the body of this fifteen-year-old girl.
She was now in a dynasty that had never appeared in history, the Dong Yuan Kingdom.
Ao Hai Village, where she lived, was by the sea, and most of the villagers made a living by catching seafood.
The original owner's Father went out to sea to fish a few months ago and never returned.
Some said he encountered a storm and was swept into the deep sea along with his boat; others said he was dragged away by a large fish in the sea.
In any case, neither the person nor the body was ever found.
Not long ago, the original owner's mother was taken away by her two brothers and remarried shortly after.
Only the original owner, her younger brother, and their elderly grandmother were left to depend on each other.
Jiang Tang propped herself up, and pain instantly surged through her whole body, especially in her hands, which were covered in scratches of varying depths and crusted with dried blood.
A few days ago, the original owner encountered a typhoon while Sea Gathering by the seaside. She was swept by the strong winds and crashed into a reef, leaving her covered in wounds, and she had used her last bit of strength to struggle back home.
She fainted as soon as she reached the door and had been lying there for several days.
When she woke up again, the soul inside had changed.
Jiang Tang gritted her teeth, moved bit by bit to the entrance, and pushed open the creaking wooden door.
There were two more thatched cottages next door, and the original owner's Grandma lived right next to her.
These three dilapidated houses were their old house.
Jiang Tang limped into the next room.
On the worn-out wooden bed lay an old woman, who was none other than the original owner's Grandma, Madam Feng.
Although she was called an old woman, Madam Feng was only forty-nine, yet her hair was completely white.
Her face was covered in deep wrinkles, and her eye corners and cheeks were covered in brown spots, making her look even older than a sixty-year-old.
Madam Feng's husband died early, and she had relied on Sea Gathering to pick up some seafood to raise the original owner's father and Uncle.
The original owner's father was her younger son, and now he had followed in his father's footsteps.
Madam Feng was devastated and her hair turned white overnight from grief.
Black hair turned white in an instant; the passing of youth was beyond words!
A few days ago, seeing the original owner seriously injured and in a coma, she couldn't catch her breath and fell ill as well.
Jiang Tang sat down by the bedside and gently took Madam Feng's wrist to check her pulse.
The pulse under her fingertips was weak and chaotic, clearly caused by excessive grief leading to a disorder of Qi and blood, and heart meridian blockage, compounded by days of worry that had exhausted her vitality.
Fortunately, Madam Feng had a strong will to live; otherwise, she probably wouldn't have lasted this long.
But if she dragged on like this without treatment, she would truly die from Qi stagnation.
Jiang Tang quickly calculated in her mind that she needed ginseng, ophiopogon, and schisandra to stabilize Qi and generate fluids, then bupleurum, turmeric, and white peony to regulate Qi and soothe the liver, and finally angelica and astragalus to replenish Qi and blood...
But right now, let alone these medicinal herbs, the family was so poor that even a mouse would be too lazy to dig a hole here. Where would she get the Silver Coins to buy medicine?
It seemed she could only perform acupuncture to save her first, and worry about the rest after she woke up.
Jiang Tang searched through Madam Feng's sewing kit for a long time and only found three thick needles usually used for mending clothes.
Embroidery needles were thinner and would have been the first choice for acupuncture.
But the women in this village all had to rely on Sea Gathering to make a living, so who had the leisure to learn embroidery? Naturally, she couldn't find any.
Jiang Tang endured the pain in her body and focused her mind.
Using the disinfected thick needles, she accurately pierced Madam Feng's Neiguan, Danzhong, and Taichong acupoints. With every twist, she could feel the pulse under her fingertips change slightly.
After finishing the acupuncture, she reached out to massage Madam Feng's Baihui and Fengchi acupoints, attempting to clear the blocked Qi and blood.
Only when her arm was so sore and numb that she couldn't lift it, and fine sweat seeped from her forehead, did she stop and carefully remove the needles.
Just then, a sound came from the entrance, the sound of a wooden bucket falling to the ground with a clatter.
"Elder Sister..."
The boy's tearful voice rang out. He stood blankly at the entrance, the wooden bucket in his hand rolling to the side, spilling crabs and Cat's Eye Snails everywhere.
He saw Jiang Tang sitting by the bed, his eyes widening suddenly, followed by a surge of wild joy, and tears began to fall again: "Elder Sister, you... you woke up?"
He stared fixedly at Jiang Tang, as if afraid that what was in front of him was just a dream.
He muttered to himself: "I knew that Doctor was lying to me! Elder Sister is so young, how could she leave me..."
Jiang Tang looked at him, feeling somewhat complicated.
In her past life, she was an orphan, used to being alone. Suddenly having a younger brother, she didn't know how to interact with him for a moment.
She just nodded faintly and responded: "Mm."
The boy's name was Jiang Yi.
Long-term exposure to the scorching sun by the sea had made his face dark and shiny, and his skin was as rough as old tree bark. He didn't look like a child at all, but rather like a little old man.
Jiang Yi's gaze fell on Madam Feng on the bed, and the light that had just appeared in his eyes dimmed again. His voice was as low as a mosquito's hum: "Elder Sister, the Doctor said Grandma probably... probably won't make it through tonight..."
He couldn't go on.
His relatives were leaving one by one; his father was gone, his mother had left, his sister had almost not woken up, and now even his grandmother was about to leave him. The feeling of fear drowned him like the tide.
"Grandma will be fine."
Jiang Tang looked at his reddened eye sockets and squeezed out a few words stiffly.
She wasn't good at comforting people, so she could only say the most practical thing.
"Mm, Elder Sister is fine, and Grandma will be fine too..."
Jiang Yi nodded, seemingly understanding but not really. He clearly didn't believe it, thinking his sister was just comforting him.
After all, Grandma was old; how could it be as simple as what his sister said, that she would be fine just because she said so?
He turned around silently, picked up the wooden bucket on the ground, and started to walk out.
"Jiang Yi, where are you going?" Jiang Tang managed to move to the entrance.
"I caught some crabs and Cat's Eye Snails, thinking of taking them to Town to exchange for some Silver Coins, to buy Grandma..."
..a burial shroud!
He finally didn't have the courage to finish the sentence; after all, Grandma was still breathing.
He was also worried about making his sister sad. She had just woken up and couldn't faint again from hearing these things.
"Buy some medicine for Grandma. Wait a moment, I will write the Prescription for you."
There was no paper or pen in the house, so Jiang Tang went to the kitchen, picked up a thin, burnt Firewood stick, and wrote the Prescription on a piece of bamboo slip.
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