Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 140: Chapter 77: The Dark Camp Army Arrives

The crescent moon slowly rose, and the courtyard gradually dimmed.

Everyone held their breath and stared anxiously at the door, silently praying for it to open quickly.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the door finally creaked open, slowly.

Gu Changsheng’s step faltered as she crossed the threshold, and she stumbled.

“Madam!” Uncle Song called out, the first to rush forward and anxiously support her.

“I’m fine,” Gu Changsheng said, her face pale as she shook her head, “Xiao Leizi, bring a bowl of the medicine inside and feed it to Han Qiu.”

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Hearing this, everyone’s suspended hearts finally relaxed.

Dong Lei took the medicine inside, and Xiao Cui came out shortly after.

“Madam, we need to tend to the wounds on your back quickly…”

The two shocking wounds were indeed terrifying.

Outside the courtyard, the orderly sound of marching could be heard, with footsteps that were rhythmic and solid.

Gu Changsheng was startled. What was this about?

“Madam, it’s the Dark Camp arriving!” Ning Er stepped forward to explain.

Damn it! Gu Changsheng’s body shook with anger. So this was real reinforcement!

“Then who are they?”

If the people outside the courtyard now were from the Dark Camp, then who were the thirty or forty soldiers?

“We are the guards ordered to be stationed at the County Prince’s House!” The leader knelt on one knee and responded with a powerful voice.

Indeed, they were just ordinary guards!

They had never imagined that they too could charge into battle so fiercely and spiritedly!

“En,” Gu Changsheng nodded, giving them an approving look.

Standing below her, the crowd was immediately uplifted, and a hint of excitement appeared on their faces.

“I am Diao Chan.”

“I am General Jiang Liu.”

“I am General Qi.”

The generals in the courtyard reported their names one by one.

“Yhan Ting.”

When it was Yhan Ting’s turn, he hesitated and surveyed the courtyard before speaking.

“Greetings to Madam!”

Gu Changsheng watched the men kneeling on one knee and Yhan Ting standing arrogantly to one side without reacting.

“I apologize for arriving late, please forgive me, Madam,” Diao Chan said, holding the military token with both hands, slowly offering it to Gu Changsheng.

Heaven knows they rushed here the instant they received the orders!

They were fortunate that Madam was unharmed; otherwise, not even ten lives would suffice for their accountability.

“Rise,” Gu Changsheng said, accepting the token and slowly sitting in front of the medicine stove, blowing on a bowl of medicine she prepared.

“You’re injured?” Yhan Ting was the first to notice the blood seeping from her back and asked with furrowed brows.

“Madam alone killed more than seventy men…” Ning Er hurriedly explained.

The color drained from everyone’s faces; they had only heard that Gu Changsheng was attacked but were unclear on the details.

“Madam, Madam, I’ve found it!” Xiao Cui, holding several porcelain vials, caused everyone in the courtyard to startle and look towards her.

“Madam?” The bewildered Xiao Cui sought Gu Changsheng’s help with her eyes.

Gu Changsheng glanced at her, then looked up at the roof, “Yue Xilou, come down.”

Upon hearing this name, everyone was on guard.

A colorful figure flipped down from the roof, the blood-stained folding fan still fluttering, “You called me?”

“Hand him the purple vial,” Gu Changsheng signaled Xiao Cui with her eyes, “It will ensure the arrow wound on your arm heals as if it were never there.”

A look of surprise crossed Yue Xilou’s face as he regarded his left arm. In the heat of the moment, he had used his body to shield others from arrows and, despite his excellent Kung Fu, he was still inevitably injured.

The bloodstains on his colorful clothes weren’t very conspicuous, but she had noticed them nonetheless.

Yue Xilou’s expression was indescribable as he took the medicine vial passed by Xiao Cui.

“Yue Xilou, I, Gu Changsheng, owe you a favor,” Gu Changsheng coughed and said solemnly, “From this day forward, whether you are righteous or evil, kind or wicked, you are my friend, Gu Changsheng. Should you ever need me, there will be no second word.”

“No second word, huh…” Yue Xilou glanced at her, a strange smile curling on his lips, “This is a life-saving favor… If not for me, your whole family would not have survived this…”

Gu Changsheng looked up, puzzled, “So?”

“So, to repay a life-saving favor, isn’t it customary to pledge oneself in marriage?” Yue Xilou said nonchalantly, waving his folding fan.

“You!”

The assembled soldiers were furious! This was their County Prince’s woman! The apple of their eye!

“That’s a bit difficult—I’m unwilling and will never consent to marry against my will. I honestly don’t mind being called ungrateful,” Gu Changsheng glanced at him indifferently. She was not in the mood to argue with this Flower Peacock. She turned to the people standing around, “Dispatch someone swiftly to notify Yuan Bao, close down Liuzhou City, and impose an overnight curfew! Calm the villagers and manage the aftermath. In a moment’s time, gather in formation in front of the door and await orders!”

“Yes!”

The crowd responded in unison and turned to leave.

“Your wound needs treatment,” Yhan Ting said, casting a hateful glance at Yue Xilou to the side and then looking at Gu Changsheng.

“That’s why I set aside a quarter of an hour,” Gu Changsheng said, looking back at him, “Are you a doctor?”

“Sort of,” he replied, although he actually preferred killing.

“Come treat my wound,” Gu Changsheng picked up the medicine bottle Xiao Cui had found and handed it over.

Yhan Ting frowned slightly as he looked at the woman before him, “Right here?”

There was even a Commandery Prince’s rival in love!

“I don’t have much time, hurry up,” Gu Changsheng turned away, her back facing him.

Yue Xilou received Yhan Ting’s unfriendly gaze, but ultimately shrugged and turned around.

Yhan Ting picked up the scissors Xiao Cui had brought and cut open the back of Gu Changsheng’s garment.

“Whoa, such a wound, quite the sight…” Yhan Ting raised an eyebrow.

Two meandering sword wounds on Gu Changsheng’s back, furled flesh was particularly horrifying.

Gu Changsheng ignored him and drained the bowl of medicine in one gulp.

“These will definitely scar,” said Yhan Ting while he wiped the wounds.

“They won’t,” replied Gu Changsheng, her face pale as she shook her head.

“Oh?” Yhan Ting looked up disbelievingly. Such deep wounds would surely scar even if they healed well.

“In a year’s time, I have ways to eliminate the scars,” Gu Changsheng didn’t even turn her head.

“Do you really think you’re a Divine Doctor?” Yhan Ting scoffed disdainfully.

“Where do you get all this nonsense from!” Gu Changsheng couldn’t stand people doubting her medical skills, so naturally her tone wasn’t very pleasant.

“Gu Changsheng, you’ve only cured a butcher. Where does this confidence come from?”

“Whether I have confidence is my own skill. Either clean the wound quickly or get out!” Gu Changsheng really couldn’t be bothered dealing with a fellow practitioner and looked at Xiao Cui, “Catgut sutures, thread the needle!”

Although Xiao Cui was afraid, she still pushed the displeased Yhan Ting aside with a shove.

“Move aside!”

“You rash girl!” Yhan Ting huffed coldly, brushing off the sleeve that Xiao Cui had bumped into.

“If anyone’s going to die, it’ll be you!” Xiao Cui got angry too, threading the needle for the catgut sutures, preparing to hand it to her own Madame.

“You do it! You’ve seen how I stitch up wounds several times. Just do as I’ve done,” Gu Changsheng turned her head and gave Xiao Cui an encouraging look, stabbing her own acupressure points for pain relief.

“Madame… I…” Xiao Cui looked at her Madame, her face filled with horror. She? How could she possibly?

“It’s okay, come on,” Gu Changsheng lifted her hand and pointed at her back, “Don’t think of me as a person, think of me as a lump of pork. Then, just sew it up.”

Yhan Ting watched the two with a chilly look, momentarily forgetting to react.

He should have struck down this daring girl…

“Madame, I…” Xiao Cui was still hesitant, looking for help towards Yhan Ting whom she had pushed away.

She really didn’t dare…

“Xiao Cui, the wound is still bleeding…” Gu Changsheng looked back at her, encouragement in her eyes.

Xiao Cui saw the blood seeping from the wound and a steely resolve flashed in her eyes. She could do this, she had to!

Following her Madame’s technique, she grasped the suture needle…

Gu Changsheng clenched her teeth to endure the pain coming from her back. Only by fully enduring such pain could she comprehend Han Qiu’s suffering and harden her heart for revenge!

Xiao Cui’s hands didn’t stop, repeatedly telling herself inside that she could do this! She absolutely could!

Yhan Ting narrowed his eyes as he watched the girl before him, her hand holding the needle trembling, yet not pausing for a moment. The stitching was neat and precise…

Stitches, human flesh actually could be stitched together with such stitches!

He was fortunate not to have acted rashly injuring this girl; otherwise, he wouldn’t have witnessed such a marvel.

“Madame, it’s stitched up…” Xiao Cui withdrew her hands, drenched in cold sweat.

“Whew…” Gu Changsheng let go of her clenched teeth and took a deep breath. She spoke with a slightly weakened voice, “Hemostatic powder.”

“Yes.” Xiao Cui picked up the hemostatic powder nearby and carefully covered the wound…

Yhan Ting leaned in to smell it, his nose twitching, a look of shock on his face, “Panax Pseudoginseng Hemostatic Powder!”

Xiao Cui ignored him completely, applied the powder, then turned to look at her Madame.

“The medicine in the purple vial, do you have another bottle?” She remembered making four bottles; one was used for her son’s surgery, one she had just given to Han Qiu, another given to Yue Xilou, so there should still be one bottle left.

“We have it!” Xiao Cui excitedly procured the small purple vial.

“Apply it the same way I did for Han Qiu, just a layer,” Gu Changsheng returned a smile to her.

“Alright!” Xiao Cui, encouraged, opened the vial and began applying the medication.

“Kientzehuang!”

Yhan Ting exclaimed in surprise; it was the most precious medicine from the prescriptions given to him by his master.

“What’s with the shock? Didn’t Zhou Mu tell you when he gave you the prescription that it was a gift from me?” Gu Changsheng glanced at him and signaled Xiao Cui to bandage her up.

“No.” He had assumed his master had gotten it from some reclusive Divine Doctor, “Did you develop this prescription?”

Although the efficacy of the medicine hadn’t spread from the battlefield, he had tried it himself and found it to be miraculous!

“Gu’s products are genuine and guaranteed!” Gu Changsheng instructed Xiao Cui to wrap her a few more times before slowly moving her neck.

“Was it really developed by you?” Yhan Ting wanted to ask more, but Gu Changsheng had already put on an outer garment and stood up.

Flower Peacock walked into the courtyard, full of vigor, “Reporting to Madame, the cleanup is complete, the troops await outside the gate.”

“How many came?” Gu Changsheng glanced at the woman in front of her and asked coldly.

“Exactly one thousand,” Diao Chan replied succinctly.

“Leave three hundred to garrison here. Ready the horses with me, and the rest will follow me into the city!” Gu Changsheng looked up at the fully darkened sky, her voice stern.