Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 64: Chapter 34: The Pork-Induced Bloodshed_2

Gu Changsheng, holding his belly and pretending to be a pregnant woman, estimated the time and realized there was still a while before he needed to go sit in the hall. He decided to take his son for a stroll in the yard to walk off their meal, but the look he gave Xiao Leizi before leaving was filled with a particular grievance…

“Lady Changsheng, something’s wrong!”

Gu Changsheng, who was diligently stretching, was startled by the shout and almost pulled a muscle in his belly!

“Ouch, Uncle Song, don’t say anything just yet,” Gu Changsheng said, feigning agony as he leaned on Little Meat Bun’s tiny frame, “Son, lend your mother your shoulder, I’m feeling a bit sad.”

Uncle Song, with his mouth agape, wanted to speak but heeded the instructions and kept quiet.

Little Meat Bun, Gu Ze, puffed out his little chest proudly, patting his shoulder with a hint of heroism, “Mother, you can lean on me all you want!”

Gu Changsheng was moved, his eyes brimming with tears, “Sob… you really are my flesh and blood!”

Little Meat Bun: “…”

After indulging in an overwhelming wave of emotions, Gu Changsheng turned to the anxious-looking Uncle Song and resignedly said, “Uncle Song, go on, tell me. I didn’t get up quite right today, first by a pot of braised pork and then by my own disappointing tongue. Now, no matter how big of a pit you dig, this old lady dares to jump!”

“It’s not that, Lady Changsheng, it’s not me digging a hole. It’s the ground in front of our medical hall that’s nearly been trampled into a pit, and the door of the medical hall is loose—it’s been knocked apart!” Uncle Song shook his hands hurriedly in explanation. Even if he had three times the courage, he wouldn’t dare set a trap for Lady Changsheng. Just look at Dong Lei crouching at the kitchen doorway and peeling melon seeds; the outcome surely wouldn’t be pleasant.

Gu Changsheng considered the door of the Gu Family Medical Hall, covered with holes, and scratched his head uncertainly, “Really came apart?”

Uncle Song nodded firmly, “Yes, it came apart, falling to pieces.”

Gu Changsheng thought for a moment and suddenly became spirited, rubbing his son’s head before standing up, “That’s good; that’s good. Out with the old, in with the new. I’ve long found that broken door an eyesore.”

Without paying attention to Uncle Song’s wide-eyed stare, he shouted towards the shadows of the locust trees, “Han Qiu, grab your tools!”

Han Qiu was playing with sticks in the martial training area behind the locust trees with Han Mo. Upon hearing the shout, he threw his stick to his brother and walked over without a word.

Seeing Han Qiu, with a longsword in hand, standing before him ready to take orders, Gu Changsheng solemnly sighed, “Han Qiu, we’re not looking for someone to fight to the death.”

Hearing this, Han Qiu obediently sheathed his longsword, his movements as smooth as flowing water.

“Han Qiu, may I discuss something with you?” Gu Changsheng asked amiably.

“Please speak, Lady Changsheng,” Han Qiu responded formally.

“Han Qiu, how about I borrow your body for a bit?” Gu Changsheng rubbed his hands together and asked tentatively.

Uncle Song blinked in surprise, while Han Qiu looked up.

“No, no, not in the sense you’re thinking. I mean, our door is broken, right? I need you to stand there awe-inspiringly. Then,” Gu Changsheng hurriedly waved his hand in explanation, “since I made quite a racket yesterday, these next few days might not be very peaceful. So, could you do me the favor and act like Second Master Guan, standing guard as the Door God?”

“I am your servant, my lady. There is no need for you to be so polite,” Han Qiu said as he gripped the hilt of his longsword.

“Well, I was actually happy to go by myself,” Lady Changsheng cleared her throat, “after all, I don’t have to worry about my reputation. But with me playing Door God, no one gets treated, and I can’t exactly leave my post.” Gu Changsheng explained while giving Han Qiu’s shoulder a pat, promising, “Don’t worry, Han Qiu, even if you turn into a fierce woman, I can still snatch you a dozen handsome men, ensuring you won’t have trouble getting married.”

Uncle Song, Han Qiu: “…”

Little Meat Bun cast a sympathetic glance at Han Qiu and toddled off toward Han Mo. He wanted to tell Han Mo that Mommy was planning to snatch lots of brothers-in-law for him…

It was chaos in front of Gu Family Medical Hall; the door had come off its hinges, and everyone was rushing and pushing to get into the main hall.

What Gu Changsheng walked in on was just that: a bunch of ruddy-faced, ill-tempered men crowding around the consultation desk.

Upon seeing Gu Changsheng approach, one man with a commanding voice cried out, “Lady Changsheng, Lady Changsheng, I’m not feeling well, please take a look at me.”

“Lady Changsheng, you check on me first. My stomach hurts so bad, oh my…” he said, doubling over and making a show of clutching his stomach.

“Lady Changsheng, I’m about to die…”

Gu Changsheng looked coldly at the scene before her, leisurely fixed the stray hairs at her temples, and spoke indifferently, “I wonder if any of you have heard a saying?”

“What saying?” asked a bewildered burly man from the very front.

“Even a cornered rabbit will bite. I don’t blame you for thinking I’m a cash cow,” Gu Changsheng coolly replied. Then, her whole demeanor changed; she put a hand on her waist, jumped onto a chair, and bellowed, “But you bastards actually dare to come here and make trouble! Which blind fool smashed my door? Come out, I say!”

The crowd was startled and hastily took a few steps back. This Lady Changsheng seemed like a bandit!

Only the stout man stood there, still looking confused.

“Lady Changsheng, it was him, Butcher Wang, who knocked down your door!” someone in the crowd accused.

Then, others also spoke up, pointing out the culprit.

“Oh…” Gu Changsheng looked at the man before her, narrowing her eyes, “You’re the Butcher Wang who sells meat down the street, right?”

Butcher Wang nodded blankly, responding confidently, “That’s me, what about it?”

“Did my maid buy a lot of pork from you today?” Gu Changsheng asked again.

Scratching his head, Butcher Wang recalled, “Seems like there was such a thing, a little maid said she was from the Gu Family bought over ten pounds of meat.”

“And do you still have the silver she paid with?” Gu Changsheng patted her belly, continuing the inquiry.

Slapping his chest, Butcher Wang declared, “Of course I do!”

“Han Qiu, strip him, take back the silver for our door, and then,” Gu Changsheng’s gaze turned to Han Qiu, who charged forward immediately, “throw him out! Because of your pork, I’ve been in a foul mood all morning, and you dare come here yourself? You must not know that Prince Ma has three eyes and specially came to vent my spleen!”