The Disabled Heir Pretending to Be a Physician (1)

"System, did I just transmigrate?" Zhao He looked around with excitement, her gaze falling on the intricately carved nanmu wood double bed. If only there was a high-end rubber mattress, it would be even more comfortable. Wait, what am I thinking? I’ve transmigrated to ancient times—hurry up and look for valuables to bring back to the modern world.

"Yes, Host. Since this is your first time transmigrating into a small world, I’ll now explain the details of your task," the system replied with a fawning tone.

Aren’t systems in novels always cold, ruthless, and ready to wipe you out at a moment’s notice? The one I got seems a little off, Zhao He silently complained.

"As a money-making system, my task is simple: just find items with emotional value," the system said, sounding almost excited.

"Find things? No need to win over the male lead? No need to infuriate the female supporting character? No need to squander wildly and reach the peak of life?" Zhao He was incredulous. This system—could it be defective? It’s nothing like what’s described in the novels.

"Then how do I make money? I only agreed to bind with you because you said doing tasks would earn me money." After all, I’m a broke loser desperate to make some cash.

"Host, each item’s emotional value can be exchanged for emotional coins in the system. Emotional coins can be converted into the currency of your current world. See? Isn’t it simple? You’ll be rich in no time!" If the system had a face, it would surely be wearing a smug, inexplicably excited expression.

"This is great! Finding stuff is right up my alley!" Zhao He rubbed her hands together. After all, I’ve never lost at hidden object games on my phone.

"Host, I’ll first transmit the original body’s memories to you. You’ll need to use this body to complete your tasks in this small world."

I know how this goes—memory transfer, just like in the web novels I’ve read. As a modern homebody, I’ve seen plenty of these stories.

"Receiving plot." Zhao He lounged comfortably on the big bed, missing nothing but a spring mattress.

The original Zhang Zhao He was the only disciple of a hidden master physician. After her master passed away, she wanted to see the world. On her journey, she fainted from the cold and was picked up by a disabled young lord. Upon awakening, naive and ignorant of worldly affairs, she decided to stay in the lord’s residence to repay him by treating his paralyzed legs.

Zhao He transmigrated at the moment just after the lord agreed to let her stay—the day after, to be precise. Most likely, the lord was impressed by the original’s flashy display of medical skills. Indeed, the original showed off her expertise in front of him.

"That’s it?? Only memories up to this point, nothing about what happens next?" Zhao He felt as if she’d just been struck by lightning.

"Host, we’re in a real small world. You can’t have memories of events you haven’t experienced yet..."

"So the future is full of danger. With no memory, it’s as if I truly live here. Then, how do I leave this world?" Actually, this is kind of exciting.

"You can leave at any time, or when your body dies," the system replied obsequiously.

"Fine, then give me a cheat—how am I supposed to treat the lord when I don’t know how?" Zhao He asked.

"Well... there’s no cheat. You can only use the medical skills the original learned, or upgrade the system with emotional value in the future..." the system replied, sounding guilty.

"What?? You’ve got nothing at all? Didn’t you say you were the most powerful system?" Zhao He rolled her eyes, speechless.

"Before I was discarded by the Time and Space Administration, I was very powerful," the system retorted with a hint of pride.

So you’re a cast-off. No wonder. Trash bin. Definitely defective, but at least I won’t be wiped out. Zhao He entered roast mode.

"Activate item value detection." After a serious heart-to-heart with the system, Zhao He started her task with a (smile).

Unmarked iron washbasin, emotional value: 1

Camphor wood washstand, emotional value: 1

Bronze mirror, emotional value: 5

Zhao He scanned the room; everything she saw was worthless—no, the emotional value was pitifully low. Only the nanmu bed had an emotional value of 100.

Forget it, better go meet the young lord. After all, when under someone else’s roof, I should at least make an appearance.

With a swagger that said she owed nothing to anyone, Zhao He stepped out, leaving the room empty behind her. Well, even a small fly is still meat!

"Surviving in ancient times is a piece of cake. After all, I’m a highly educated modern youth." Chatting with the system, Zhao He took in the garden scenery.

She made her way to the young lord under the pretext of checking his pulse. "Your pulse is good. Continue with yesterday’s tonic prescription for a while. Your legs can’t be needled just yet." Goodness, the young lord is quite handsome—no wonder the original, with no sense at all, fell for him at first sight and got herself frozen outside in winter.

"Miss Zhao He seems a bit different from yesterday," Jing Ze said, idly stroking the jade ring on his finger, his gaze fixed on her with a smile.

Danger—this man is dangerous. Zhao He instinctively felt that he was far from as harmless as he appeared.

"Perhaps you’ll get used to me once you see me more often, Lord." What, you can tell I’m wearing a different soul?

Host, keep up your act! What if they think you’re possessed and burn you at the stake...

Ha! I barely know anyone, and there’s no plot past this point—what act is there to keep up? This really is a trash system—no brains at all! Just a bunch of ancient weaklings. How can I, a modern woman, not handle this?

"I heard Miss Zhao He’s room was emptied out? Do you know what happened?" Jing Ze asked.

"Emptied out? Everything was there when I left, what happened?" Zhao He put on a look of heartbreak.

Host, it’s a pity you aren’t an actress.

"So, you really didn’t know..." Jing Ze smiled. "Lu Er, move Miss Zhang to a new room. Keep a close watch—if there’s another theft, she’ll have to stay in the woodshed."

So petty—just took... just borrowed a few things, and threatens me with the woodshed. Zhao He rolled her eyes at Jing Ze in her mind.

"My lord, will there be a salary for me?" Zhao He asked with a cheeky grin. If we’re talking high-emotion items, money is the ultimate—everyone loves it!

"How much does Miss think she deserves?"

"The more, the better." When it comes to money, Zhao He had no shame.

"You’re quite humorous. Ordinary physicians get fifteen taels a month; imperial physicians receive one hundred and fifty. How much do you think you should get?" Jing Ze’s smile relaxed as he watched Zhao He’s casual manner.

"Two hundred taels."

"Fifteen taels."

"One hundred and fifty taels."

"Twenty taels."

"One hundred taels."

"Fifteen taels."

"Deal." Zhao He slapped the table.

"Wait, you’re not following the script!" Zhao He stared at him in disbelief.

"Miss is straightforward—deal." Jing Ze smiled, observing her reaction and thinking: The assassin the crown prince sent this time seems to be a bit slow-witted.

You miser! So I, the disciple of a reclusive master, only get a regular physician’s pay. Zhao He lay on the bed in her new room, lamenting.

"System, check the emotional value of silver."

Five taels of silver, emotional value: 5

"That’s so worthless? Money, loved by all, only worth five? Are you broken?" Zhao He looked at her advance pay, speechless.

"This system doesn’t care for such common lovers," the system replied, smug.

Five taels of silver can buy so many things and turn them into emotional value—this system must be bugged. Either that, or the designer was out of their mind. Bad at math, bad at being a system!

"Explain the hidden task from earlier." What a ludicrous system—besides, taking a pulse triggered a hidden mission that can’t be refused, with failure resulting in forced ejection from this world.

If I fail, so be it. The next one will be more obedient, the next one will be better. Zhao He didn’t mind in the least.