CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49: RETURNING TO LIFE IN ANOTHER’S BODY

"Is Mrs. Zhao at home?"

The main door was being pounded loudly.

Zhao Dahe went to open the door. Outside was a carriage; the faces were unfamiliar.

"Who are you?" Zhao Dahe asked.

"By the orders of my master, I’ve come to invite Mrs. Zhao," the visitor replied.

"Who is your master? How would I know?" Zhao Dahe frowned. Isn’t it customary to introduce yourself when looking for someone?

Upon hearing the commotion, Meng Yao came out, "Dong Qing, what’s going on?"

"It’s very urgent, no other choice but to come for Mrs. Zhao." Dong Qing said urgently upon seeing Meng Yao.

"Alright." Meng Yao directly got onto the carriage.

"No way, mom, where are you going? At least tell us what’s going on!" Zhao Dahe was anxious.

"I’ll explain when I return."

The carriage sped away, Meng Yao’s voice drifting out from inside.

Zhao Xiaohua came out at this time too, looking at the familiar carriage, understanding that Sister Xing had a difficult patient again.

"Zhao Xiaohua, do you know something?" Zhao Dahe saw Zhao Xiaohua’s calm face and quickly asked.

"Yeah, I know."

"Then spill it!" Zhao Dahe demanded.

Zhao Xiaohua glanced at him sideways, "Beg me first!"

"Zhao Xiaohua, do you want a beating?" Zhao Dahe was gritting his teeth.

"Want to hit me?" Zhao Xiaohua showed disdain, "Second brother, it’s not that I’m looking down on you, but you’re just not capable!"

"Look at you being all proud!" Zhao Dahe went to grab Zhao Xiaohua.

Zhao Xiaohua sidestepped and caught Zhao Dahe’s wrist in return, forcing it until Zhao Dahe’s hand lost strength.

"Let go," Zhao Dahe gritted his teeth.

"Second brother, do you yield?" Zhao Xiaohua asked with a smile.

"I yield, I yield, I yield."

Unable to resist, he had to decisively play the coward.

Only then did Zhao Xiaohua release him.

"Zhao Xiaohua, being so fierce, be careful not to marry in the future." Zhao Dahe grumbled.

"Whether I marry or not isn’t your concern, second brother." Zhao Xiaohua made a face, "Mother said, only if a girl is tough can she protect herself."

After making Zhao Dahe flustered, Zhao Xiaohua finally told him who sent Dong Qing.

Zhao Dahe muttered to himself, why is his father’s medical skills so good? Teaching his mother to be so fierce?

Capital City.

General Mansion.

Zhao Ting sneezed several times in a row.

The steward serving nearby was nervous, "General, should I summon an Imperial Physician?"

Zhao Ting rubbed his nose, "No need."

"This winter is particularly cold; I’m worried the General might catch a chill," the steward sighed, "Otherwise, the lady servant of the mansion insists you should always have someone to take care of you."

Zhao Ting shook his head, "Let’s not bring that up again. You may leave."

The old steward reluctantly withdrew.

Recently, Zhao Ting occasionally had headaches and called Imperial Physicians, but they couldn’t determine the cause.

In his mind, some unfamiliar images occasionally appeared.

There was a woman and several children. In the images, Zhao Ting called the woman "wife."

He knew he had gone missing before, but when he returned, he came back alone. No one in the General Mansion ever heard him mention wife and children. So, are the woman and children in the image no longer alive?

Later, Zhao Ting got into an accident and ended up with a borrowed soul.

He survived using Zhao Ting’s body.

Everything was fine. Why has it become like this recently?

Is Zhao Ting’s body starting to reject him?

What should he do?

·

Meng Yao was taken to Hundred Herbs Hall.

Lu Luoxing was there.

"Sister Meng."

Meng Yao nodded, the person on the bed was struggling to breathe.

"The breathing is getting weaker; can he be saved?" Lu Luoxing asked.

Meng Yao stepped forward to examine; there was internal injury, and blood had formed a pneumothorax.

"Let me try."

Lu Luoxing put down a stack of silver notes and immediately left with the others.

Meng Yao put the silver notes into space, and a long Puncture Needle appeared in her hand. She pressed a few times on the patient and decisively inserted the needle.

Soon, the patient’s breathing normalized somewhat.

Meng Yao listened carefully near the patient’s chest, let out a breath.

Meng Yao called Lu Luoxing in, "This cannot be removed for now. The item is your responsibility; it has nothing to do with me. I’ve put the medicine here; I’ve done all I can."

Lu Luoxing nodded.

"Have Dong Qing take me back," Meng Yao said.

Meng Yao sat in the carriage, looking exhausted.

It seemed like she hadn’t done much, but she felt drained completely.

Puncture Needle didn’t exist in this dynasty. To use it required a significant amount of silver aside from making Meng Yao’s body feel as if she’d been seriously ill.

It’s not that she didn’t care about her health, but ever since she took something out the first time, within two days, that small space could produce sound.

At that time, she was almost scared to death.

The thing claimed to be a system!

An almost damaged system.

If Meng Yao didn’t help it, it would be destroyed.

If it were destroyed, Meng Yao wouldn’t die, but she would become a fool.

It would be better to die.

To avoid becoming a fool, Meng Yao had to follow the system.

Treat those whom the Zhou Dynasty’s medical conditions couldn’t save.

Use vast amounts of silver to trade for some surgical instruments.

It could only be surgical instruments.

As for devices, the system said those belonged to future technological civilizations, which would collapse this plane. As for those surgical instruments, they belonged to capable forging technology, although not too advanced, they could be supplemented with silver.

Regarding Lu Luoxing’s place, she indeed believed those things originally belonged to the Lu Family.

This was the system’s trick.

"Whenever I spend silver to buy something, I feel completely drained afterward. Is there really nothing wrong?" Meng Yao asked the system in her head.

[There’s really nothing wrong; it’s just exhaustion. Because your Soul Power is too weak, that’s why this happens. When your Soul Power gets stronger, it will be fine.]

"How long until you recover?" Meng Yao asked.

[I don’t know either. I can’t say much, it’s too tiring.]

How long would she be enslaved? Where was the end?

Dong Qing quickly took Meng Yao home, and the door was tightly shut. Meng Yao knocked on it for a while before Zhao Xiaohua ran out to open it, supporting Meng Yao inside.

Her mother had gone out twice before, coming back exhausted and weary.

"Mom, rest in your room. I’ll bring you food. When you left, I asked sister-in-law to make some, it’s warming in the pot now," Zhao Xiaohua said.

Meng Yao replied softly, returning to her room.

Zhao Xiaohua soon brought the food.

After Meng Yao ate, she fell asleep instantly.

Zhao Dahe looked puzzled, "Didn’t you say mom went to treat someone? Why is she so tired?"

"You think treating people is easy? It’s mental and physical labor," Zhao Xiaohua muttered, though she didn’t know why her mom was so tired, clearly during consultations at Hundred Herbs Hall, she was fine.

Meng Yao only woke up in the evening.

Upon waking, she felt comfortable.

As soon as she opened the door, Zhao Xiaohua came out of the room as well, "Mom, you’re awake. Sister-in-law has made dinner; let’s eat."

She had calculated the time perfectly; mom always needed three hours of sleep.