Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 1182: Chapter 849: Linyuan City Beyond the Three Kingdoms

Gu Changsheng said her lack of surprise was a lie; after all, this Medicine Immortal Old Man’s thinking was too ahead of its time!

She understood that a C-section was reasonable, given that she had received education from a modern advanced medical school. But this old man was a genuine ancient man; an ancient man actually knowing how to perform a C-section was already beyond the medical framework of this era!

Gu Changsheng somewhat believed that the so-called Medicine King Valley was the pioneer of medical skills in this world, because she saw in the old man’s eyes the seriousness and dedication that belonged to a doctor!

The old man wasn’t lying; what he said was true!

Gu Changsheng also somewhat believed that the Medicine Immortal title of this old man wasn’t just an empty reputation; in this case, he indeed was a peer, a doctor with skills that surpassed the scope of this era!

Therefore, Gu Changsheng immediately discussed with the Medicine Immortal Old Man.

”Then what do you think, what’s the probability of our success?”

”Originally, I had a full confidence that I could ensure the safe birth of the two children in that big-bellied woman’s belly. As for whether that big-bellied woman could survive this life-and-death crisis afterward, even if I put in all my effort, I only have a fifty percent chance. But if you could alleviate the hidden danger of her dying from excessive blood loss, then I would have full confidence to ensure her survival!” The Medicine Immortal Old Man stroked his beard, speaking with vigor.

”But the mother is weak, and even if I can guarantee she won’t have trouble due to excessive blood loss, I don’t have complete assurance she can make it through.” Gu Changsheng truthfully stated.

After all, this place isn’t modern, with no sterile rooms nor antibiotics!

”Just ensure she won’t die from falling into a coma from blood loss; I naturally have ways to ensure her breath doesn’t cease.” The Medicine Immortal Old Man smiled confidently, speaking with assurance, ”Disciple, do you think the Medicine Immortal title is gained for nothing? Let me show you, my medical skills are real gold and silver, authentic stuff!”

”What method are you planning to use?” Gu Changsheng rolled her eyes at these words but couldn’t resist her curiosity to ask.

”A wise man has his own ingenious plan; do you want to know?” The Medicine Immortal Old Man proudly lifted his chin, twirled his beard, speaking with a smug demeanor.

”Yes.” Gu Changsheng nodded.

”Then call out ’Master’ for me to hear? Come, come, call me that and I’ll tell you the method.” The Medicine Immortal Old Man smiled at this.

Gu Changsheng nimbly rolled her eyes and turned away, continuing to busy herself with blood collection.

Just knew this old man wouldn’t easily reveal his card to her; sure enough, he was waiting here for her?

She absolutely refused to have such an unreliable master!

Humph!

”Ghost Witch Life-Locking Eighteen Needles!” The Medicine Immortal Old Man saw Gu Changsheng leaving him with a lack of interest and immediately threw out the bait.

”Life-Locking Eighteen Needles? Didn’t it get lost already?” Gu Changsheng said in disbelief and turned back.

”What nonsense are you saying?! I developed these Ghost Witch Life-Locking Eighteen Needles. I’m not dead yet, so what’s lost about it?! Don’t curse me! I’m tough-skinned!” The Medicine Immortal Old Man, hearing this, immediately angrily replied.

Gu Changsheng realized she had misspoken out of shock since even the renowned acupuncture Yhan Family, her modern mentor’s family, didn’t have records of this life-preserving needle technique. So, when the old man spoke out, she was shocked.

But upon realizing, this is indeed ancient times!

Furthermore, according to what the old man said, he turned out to be the creator of the Life-Locking Eighteen Needles; just unknown whether these Ghost Witch Life-Locking Eighteen Needles were the same as Life-Locking Eighteen Needles.

”Well, do you want to learn? This is my unique needle technique; only passed to my disciples! Quick, call me Master, and I’ll teach you how to apply the needles...” The Medicine Immortal Old Man saw Gu Changsheng tempted, immediately continued to entice her.

Gu Changsheng heard and pursed her lips, feeling a little reluctant, but still shook her head and hummed.

No!

She absolutely didn’t want it!

She absolutely refused to sell herself to this old man as a disciple for a needle technique!

”Hey! Disciple, why are you so stubborn? I’ve got great skills; with me as your master, you’d definitely profit from the bargain! Why do you look down on me?”

Gu Changsheng ignored him, continuing to focus on her work.

”Do tell, how am I not up to your standards? I am worthy of the Medicine Immortal title; why are you unwilling to make me your master?”

”Because you’re ugly!” Gu Changsheng replied disinterestedly.

The Medicine Immortal Old Man was taken aback, ”I’m already one hundred and twenty years old, of course I can’t compare with those youthful lads, being a little ugly is understandable, right? Besides, when I was young, I was quite a handsome young man...”

”Disciple! Hey! Disciple, don’t walk away! Listen to what your master has to say...”

”Disciple...”

”...”

Zhou Mu watched as the old man clung to his little woman’s side, not taking a step away. He slightly curled his lips and shook his head helplessly. Seeing the little meat bun already dozing off on his shoulder, he greeted Gu Changsheng and carried the little meat bun back to the Guest Garden.

Before leaving, he didn’t forget to take the other three tired little ones with him.

The moonlight was deep, and the Guo Residence was bustling with activity.

Everyone was busying themselves for the impending childbirth of Beauty Sai, and leading them was Gu Changsheng.

However, trailing behind her was a persistent old man like a stubborn plaster...

...

Under the same sky, fifteen hundred miles north of Xunyang City, surrounded by mountains, lies a majestic city formed naturally by rock. The city gate, crafted from carved stone and standing over three stories high, was made from black wrought iron. This city has only two gates—north and south—but even in the dark of night, the gates remain wide open, with not a single patrolling City Defending Officer...

This is the boundary among the three nations: Great Zhou, Liaodong, and Northern Mongolian—a city that does not belong to any of them, drifting outside their realms.

Lin Yuan City!

In front of the grand city gate, stands a stone tablet over one story high.

The stone bears the marks of weathering and age, clearly standing for many years. However, the inscriptions remain strikingly clear, indicating that someone takes care to re-carve them periodically...

The script, powerful and grand like dragons and phoenixes, exudes a suffocating pressure. Each stroke carries a sense of awe that shocks the heart of any reader.

It reads: ”Imaginary Land Lin Yuan City, a place of tranquility and prosperity, beware: punishment awaits the reckless!”

Especially the final word ”punishment,” embodies a visceral sense of bloodshed and slaughter, revealing the remarkable prowess of the person who inscribed the tablet.

Beyond this stone tablet, Lin Yuan City lacks further inscriptions, with its gates wide open, unguarded. Yet a glance reveals Lin Yuan City, contrary to the idyllic name ”Imaginary Land,” stands fortified by natural rocky walls, imposing and grand—hardly befitting of such an alluring title...

Yet at this moment, beneath the deepening night, aside from the dark rocky city walls, within the city lies an entirely different world. Streets interlace in orderly patterns, with houses on either side built modestly in northern style—not high but sturdily constructed with a sense of solidity. To guard against sand and wind, the streets of Lin Yuan City remain illuminated. From a high vantage, the lit streets resemble long dragons crossing the city, with passersby chatting and laughing in small groups. Restaurants set up roadside tables with guests enjoying themselves, painting a lively scene of leisure...

This is Lin Yuan City, existing beyond the country’s realm, unfettered by national laws.

Meanwhile, atop the city’s tallest structure, a nine-tiered mansion built entirely of stone—the City Lord’s Mansion—a slender woman gazes northward, her demeanor forlorn...

”Princess Nian, it’s chilly at night. You should head back to rest, or else if you catch a cold, we won’t be able to report back to His Majesty!” A burly woman approached again, bowing and advising.

This was Diao Chan.

Once one of Zhou Mu’s formidable generals, she got pulled into the Dark Night Army by Gu Changsheng, becoming one of its commanders.

The figure standing at the edge of the watchtower, peering northward, was Borjigin Nian. But gone from her face was her usual carefree look; instead, it was replaced with deep worry and sorrow...

”Princess Nian, lingering like this day after day isn’t a solution. In my opinion, why don’t we move directly into Northern Mongolian? After all, isn’t it merely a matter of warfare? Who has the Dark Night Army ever feared?” Seeing Borjigin Nian’s knitted brows, Diao Chan thumped her chest and exclaimed loudly.

Her superior lent all of Dark Night Army to Princess Nian, and during their fierce fight at Bashu Mountain Gate City, Diao Chan fought side by side with Borjigin Nian. Thus, the comradeship between Diao Chan’s group and Borjigin Nian remains strong—a bond forged in life and death together.

”Easier said than done...” Borjigin Nian rested her hands on the railing, gazing at the open north gate of Lin Yuan City, and sighed softly.

Lin Yuan City, where the gates never close at night, and homes remain open, stands in her line of sight—yet the desire to cross those gates is not achieved by just words.

Once, with a swift horse and whip, she could easily cross that wide-open gate. Now it has transformed into an invisible shackle, like an insurmountable mountain. Beyond that mountain, her Father King resides—the one who birthed her, nurtured her, cherished and spoiled her. All she can do now is gaze at this invisible mountain, lamenting at the gate, never daring to step forward...