Almost everyone knows that the greatest hero at the end of the Sui Dynasty was Li Yuanba, but few know that the greatest divine doctor was Brian Bolton.

Brian Bolton was not a hero. Although his medical skills were superb, he never did anything without reward. Most of the rich people cured by Brian Bolton had paid him silver, and most of the women he cured were also those who gave him something in return. Brian Bolton cured many women, but such a disreputable doctor was rarely recorded even in unofficial histories.

Brian Bolton died a miserable death. Though his martial arts had reached perfection, he first drank the poisoned wine of Emperor Yang of Sui, and then was shot through the heart by a thousand imperial guards. The reason was that he had saved the emperor’s concubine, who was having a difficult childbirth, without asking for any reward. He felt deeply wronged—he had saved both mother and child, only to end up with such a fate. Truly, a great injustice through the ages.

Later science proved that the energy of resentment can travel through time and space, thus forming a towering grudge. So, comrade Brian Bolton became one of the millions of transmigrators, and very luckily, he transmigrated.

Chapter 0001: Reborn in Gynecology

Almost everyone knows that the greatest hero at the end of the Sui Dynasty was Li Yuanba, but few know that the greatest divine doctor was Brian Bolton. This is partly due to the Chinese people's hero complex—our nation has always immortalized heroes and condemned traitors for eternity. Someone like Brian Bolton, greedy and lustful, is easily lost in the tides of history.

Brian Bolton was not a hero. Although his medical skills were superb, he never did anything without reward. If you wanted him to treat you, you either needed silver or beauty. Most of the rich people cured by Brian Bolton had paid him silver, and most of the women he cured were outstanding in appearance. Such a disreputable doctor was rarely recorded even in unofficial histories.

Brian Bolton died a miserable death. Though his martial arts had reached perfection, he first drank the poisoned wine of Emperor Yang of Sui, and then was shot through the heart by a thousand imperial guards. The reason was that he had done a good deed without asking for reward—he saved the emperor’s concubine, who was having a difficult childbirth. He felt deeply wronged—he had saved both mother and child, only to end up with such a fate. Truly, a great injustice through the ages.

Emperor Yang of Sui certainly didn’t feel it was unjust: “Damn it, you dare touch my woman? Even dying like this is too easy for you!”

Later science proved that the energy of resentment can travel through time and space, thus forming a towering grudge. So, comrade Brian Bolton became one of the millions of transmigrators, and very luckily, he transmigrated.

“I’m not willing!”

In the small conference room on the third floor of the outpatient building at Chunyang County People’s Hospital, a sudden, hoarse shout rang out. The shout startled the vice president in charge of professional affairs, the director of gynecology, Grace Carter, who was giving a lecture on the differential diagnosis of female ovarian tumors. The entire conference room fell silent, and all eyes turned to the young man in the last row.

Brian Bolton stared wide-eyed in shock, dumbfounded as he looked around. Everyone was dressed in white coats and caps—was this a mourning hall? He blinked. Men and women were sitting together, and some couples were secretly holding hands under the table. The pair to his right even had their hands inside each other’s coats. Goodness, were they really going to do something indecent in broad daylight? Brian Bolton shook his head hard. Was this the Hall of Judgment? It didn’t seem like it.

After a moment of silence, everyone almost simultaneously reacted, and the small conference room erupted in laughter loud enough to blow off the ceiling.

Vice president Grace Carter was known for her rigorous and meticulous scholarship. Because of her strict personality, few dared joke with her. Even the hospital staff were cautious, let alone these interns fresh out of school. Grace Carter’s chest heaved violently, and after a moment of emotional brewing, her anger finally exploded: “Get out!”

Brian Bolton was still dazedly observing his surroundings. It wasn’t until Grace Carter repeated herself a second time that he realized the old woman on the podium was yelling at him. He scratched his head, still not intending to stand up, and gave a smile that made people grit their teeth, clasping his hands in a traditional greeting: “May I ask, madam, are you speaking to me?”

As soon as he said this, the laughter in the conference room became even more uncontrollable, as if they wouldn’t stop until the ceiling was blown off.

Grace Carter was so angry her face turned pale and her lips trembled. She pointed at Brian Bolton: “Do I really need to repeat myself?”

The head of the science and education department, Linda Foster, who had been listening in, hurried over, grabbed Brian Bolton’s right arm, and scolded sternly: “Ryan Bolton! Come out with me!”

Brian Bolton gently shook off Linda Foster’s hand, stood up, and straightened his clothes. What bad luck! Damn it, he was also wearing white mourning clothes, with a mourning cap on his head. But on second thought, mourning clothes were at least a bit better than burial clothes.

“Ryan Bolton! Hurry up and come out!” The head of the science and education department, Linda Foster, was an old neighbor of both Ryan Bolton’s and her own parents, so deep down she still felt protective of this kid.

Brian Bolton glanced at Grace Carter on the podium, who was glaring at him, shook his head, and thought to himself, “A fierce woman is as dangerous as a tiger. I’d better avoid her for now!”

Seeing Brian Bolton leave the conference room, the group of interns started laughing again. Grace Carter’s expression eased a little: “Alright, let’s continue with the lecture…”