Volume One, Chapter One A Blissful Life of Contentment—An Unexpected Guest?

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(May everyone consciously set aside their brains and enjoy the story.)

The Ming Dynasty.

The eleventh year of the Hongwu reign.

In the outskirts of Yingtian Prefecture.

A family of three, dressed in ordinary clothes, had come here for a leisurely outing, radiating warmth and happiness.

This trio was none other than the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Biao, his consort Lady Chang, and their son, the Crown Grandson Zhu Xiongying.

Lately, for reasons unknown, Lady Chang had lost her appetite, appeared listless, and her temper had become increasingly irritable, often venting her mood by scolding and beating the servants uncontrollably.

Imperial physicians had been summoned to examine her, yet the prescribed medicines had little effect.

Zhu Biao thought Lady Chang might be stifled from being cooped up in the palace, so he set aside state affairs for a day, taking her and their son Zhu Xiongying out for a breath of fresh air.

“My dear, how do you feel? Isn’t it much more pleasant to be out and about?” Zhu Biao asked, holding little Zhu Xiongying’s hand and turning to Lady Chang, who walked beside him.

But Lady Chang suddenly felt dizzy. Stumbling, she nearly collapsed to the ground, but Zhu Biao’s quick reflexes saved her—he caught her just in time.

Her body trembled, a fine sheen of sweat dotted her forehead, one hand clutched her chest, her face drained of color.

Zhu Biao was alarmed by her state and asked anxiously, “My love, what’s wrong?”

Lady Chang didn’t answer, only shook her head weakly.

Just then, several guards, who had been hiding in the shadows, appeared at Zhu Biao’s side and respectfully reported, “Your Highness, we’ve found a residence nearby. We can place Her Ladyship there temporarily, then fetch a physician!”

One of the guards pointed ahead to a nearby house.

Zhu Biao nodded. “That will have to do.”

“And continue to protect us from the shadows. Don’t show yourselves—let’s not startle the owner.”

With that, Zhu Biao lifted Lady Chang and hurried toward the house.

Inside the house, Jiang Lin lounged on a massage chair, a large bag of potato chips in hand, his face full of comfort and satisfaction, humming a cheerful tune.

Three years ago, he’d been a history major, unemployed upon graduation.

Just as Jiang Lin was fretting over his jobless state, he was mysteriously transported more than six centuries back to the Ming Dynasty—and gifted with this very house.

As for the system that every transmigrator seems destined to have, he had one as well!

It was called the “Express Mystery Box System,” which delivered him a parcel from the future every day.

He’d received many treasures: solar panels, all sorts of electronic devices, abundant supplies, even dolls from the Chunshui Hall...

Thanks to these daily deliveries, Jiang Lin lived a carefree life in the Ming era, his needs amply met, content to idle away his days in blissful laziness.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Is anyone there? Is anyone home?”

Suddenly, an urgent pounding and a voice interrupted the tranquility.

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Hearing the commotion, Jiang Lin was somewhat annoyed at the uninvited disruption, but he got up and went to the door.

As he opened it, he saw a young man holding a frail young woman, accompanied by an adorable little boy.

“Brother, my wife has suddenly fainted. May we rest here for a while? I need to go fetch a physician.”

“Of course, come in at once!” Jiang Lin responded quickly, ushering the family inside.

Had this been modern times, he would never have let strangers in so easily.

But judging by their attire and bearing, they didn’t seem like troublemakers, and people of this era were generally honest and simple. Why not do a good deed and help?

Of course, if this family harbored ill intent, Jiang Lin was hardly afraid.

He’d received weapons for self-defense from the mystery box: an AK-47 and matching ammunition.

If anyone dared harm him, he’d deal with them on the spot—turning their remains into fertilizer for his vegetable patch out back.

After settling Lady Chang on the bed inside, Zhu Biao turned to Jiang Lin with sincere gratitude.

“Brother, thank you so much.”

“Would you mind looking after my wife and son for a while? I’ll go fetch the physician.”

“Brother, why not let me examine your wife first?” Jiang Lin suddenly suggested.

Today, as usual, he’d received a mystery parcel—a medical device he’d never seen before.

According to the system, this device could analyze a person’s health with just a drop of blood, delivering immediate results.

Jiang Lin wasn’t sure what he could use it for, since he had no intention of opening a clinic or becoming some legendary healer.

But in this situation, he was tempted to give it a try.

Zhu Biao looked Jiang Lin up and down. “Are you versed in medicine?”

“I’m not, but I have this!” Jiang Lin replied, retrieving the device from his system cache.

“And… what exactly is that?” Zhu Biao’s face was full of confusion.

What was going on?

When did this man acquire such a thing? Had he fetched it while Zhu Biao was distracted?

Regardless of its origin, the contraption’s appearance was bizarre.

From the materials, Zhu Biao could tell it wasn’t made of wood, copper, iron, gold, or silver—materials he was familiar with.

Its craftsmanship was exquisite, utterly unlike anything produced in Ming China.

Jiang Lin scratched his head. “I don’t really know how to explain. It’s a device that can diagnose illness instantly.”

Zhu Biao found this claim entirely unbelievable.

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In his understanding, only a physician could diagnose illness, through careful pulse-taking.

Even the most skilled imperial physicians required at least several minutes to identify a condition.

How could anyone possibly diagnose something instantly?

“Brother, please don’t waste my time. Let me go fetch the physician.”

Seeing Zhu Biao’s skepticism, Jiang Lin pricked Lady Chang’s finger and took a drop of blood for the device.

“Let me show you, and you’ll understand.”

“What are you doing? Why hurt my wife?” Zhu Biao snapped, anger flaring in his eyes.

If not for the assistance Jiang Lin had already provided, Zhu Biao might well have revealed his own true identity and taught this man a lesson.

Just then, the device emitted a shrill alarm.

[Beep—Excessive manganese detected in the patient’s body; diagnosis: chronic manganese poisoning. Treatment recommendations as follows…]

Hearing the digital voice, Zhu Biao was taken aback.

He realized the voice came from the device in Jiang Lin’s hands.

Zhu Biao frowned, troubled. The disease the device named was one he’d never heard of.

He turned to Jiang Lin for an explanation. “Brother, what is chronic manganese poisoning?”

Recognizing that the people of Ming had no knowledge of modern medicine, Jiang Lin translated the diagnosis into terms they could understand.

“Brother, has your wife recently lost her appetite, suffered from general aches and weakness, struggled to sleep at night, and experienced sudden mood swings or fits of anger…”

Zhu Biao was astonished; the man had described Lady Chang’s symptoms precisely. Could he truly possess medical knowledge?

Was it all thanks to this strange device in his hands?

Could it really diagnose an illness in the blink of an eye?

The thought upended Zhu Biao’s understanding of the world.

After all, not even the imperial physicians had identified Lady Chang’s condition.

Yet this device was more capable than the best doctors in the palace!

Could this man before him be a celestial immortal, and this device his magical treasure?

Otherwise, Zhu Biao truly had no other explanation.

“If she isn’t treated soon, she may develop mental illness—what you would call madness—or, in severe cases, she could die suddenly.”

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