Mo Man looked at the people who were watching her nervously and nodded.

"Yay!"

"Dr. Mo, you're a miracle doctor! I have to toast you with an iced cola!" Wang Zixuan poured a full glass of cola. "Refreshing!"

Mo Man didn't say anything more, letting them celebrate excitedly.

Unbeknownst to them, this "crude" surgery was fraught with peril. Midway through, Wen Qiao awoke in excruciating pain, only to be met with an unbearable sight – a traumatic experience even for a modern person, let alone for someone from ancient times who had been disciplined their entire life.

A-Mian noticed that Wen Qiao had gone mad. One of the straps binding him broke, and she rushed forward, pinning him down tightly. "Don't move, or all our efforts will be wasted..."

"Mother..."

"Mother is here, it will be ready soon."

Over the years, Ah Mian's appearance hasn't changed much, except that her eyes and brows have become gentler, like polished jade, having seen countless storms, yet remaining as warm and gentle as ever.

Hearing the screams outside, Meng the blacksmith disregarded everything else (Mo Man had said before the surgery that fewer people meant better hygiene) and rushed in to help control the frenzied Wen Qiao. He also quickly stuffed a handkerchief into Wen Qiao's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

Wen Qiao later fainted from the pain again.

The surgery must be performed quickly enough, as excessive blood loss is almost unavoidable at this point.

While Mo Man was sweating profusely as she used a branding iron to stop the bleeding, Wen Qiao was awakened by the pain again.

The persistent high fever, the excruciating pain day and night, and the arduous rehabilitation year after year—it was like Wen Qiao was going through a series of trials, brutally demonstrating what it meant to be—

Good heavens, why is it so difficult to go any further?

When she was suffering greatly from chemotherapy, she would often think of this person.

He was finally able to walk slowly, step by step, with a cane.

The hardships involved are beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

The silly roe deer happily celebrated the successful surgery. Wang Zixuan happily picked up a large piece of fatty beef with his chopsticks, "Oh dear, if I had known, I wouldn't have jumped into the sea. Maybe I could have seen A-Mian's baby."

Upon hearing this, middle-aged man Li Jianguo looked up and said, "I saw her. She's very cute and mischievous. She looks a bit like my daughter when she was little."

He was a somewhat old-fashioned and taciturn person, at least that's what Yuan Hua thought.

Every time they get together, they talk about what they experienced in Amian's world and can even string together a timeline. But Li Jianguo is the only one who is particularly silent and avoids talking about what happened to him.

Their gathering was organized by Wang Zixuan.

When this guy returned to the real world, he was on the beach receiving CPR, which caused him to vomit a lot of seawater before he was rescued.

After much effort, he enrolled in a vocational school, where he started making videos and creating his own media content.

Wang Zixuan didn't think waving his hands was embarrassing. He performed "abstract" dances at the gates of various universities. At first, people mocked or cursed him, but he just brazenly supported himself by earning a little over a thousand yuan a month from shooting videos and live streaming.

Later, I learned video editing online and filmed many videos such as "A Day in the Life of a Vocational School Graduate".

After one or two videos went viral, it was discovered that he had been donating to projects for rural primary schools and left-behind children ever since he started live streaming.

Wang Zixuan became an internet sensation, with netizens commenting: "Waving his flowery hands all the way to 'Thank You China'?"

After becoming famous, Wang, the livestreamer, suddenly posted a video that was too abstract for his fans to understand.

On screen, Wang Zixuan, with a cat filter, wiggles and sings: "Tofu~ Tofu~ A-Mian's tofu~ An encounter a thousand years ago~ Does anyone know about it?"

Yuan Hua stumbled upon this story by chance and suddenly realized that he wasn't the only one who had transmigrated!

He immediately sent a private message to Wang Zixuan in the background.

I thought big streamers like him would be very busy, but he replied instantly and asked me to meet him offline to chat.

The two hit it off immediately and began to search online for people who might have also traveled to Amian's world.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Wang Zixuan announced that he had a big plan.

“I’m a local and I know this place very well. I was thinking of taking a weekend to try and find out where Ah Mian’s house used to be. Maybe I’ll find something. If not, I can treat it as a trip. If you want to go, you can sign up.”

“Count me in,” Yuan Hua said. “I have a car, which will make it easier for us to find you.”

"Yes, I went to Zhoucheng back then, and I know where that sea is now. It's just that there are a lot of mountains there, so we have to try to find out which one is the old 'Qingshan Village'."

Mo Man hesitated: "I don't know if my health will be a burden to you."

"No, go ahead, it's a wish of yours too, to see what it's like now."

"Yes, if you feel unwell, just let us know and we'll take you to the hospital immediately for emergency treatment."

Mo Man didn't mind Wang Zixuan's loose tongue and slowly nodded: "Okay, I'll go too."

Liu Xiufang slapped her thigh, "I still remember that village. With me here, I guarantee we'll find it!"

Finally, everyone was going, and they all rode in Yuan Hua's car.

On the way, Wang Zixuan also plans to livestream; who knows what fun things might happen.

The agreed-upon weekend arrived.

Wang Zixuan's plan was to go to the seaside first, and then use his memory and sense of direction to find the town next to Amian Village.

"Are you reliable? What's the next step?"

Wang Zixuan got out of the car and unfolded a large paper map, which marked several directions according to national highways and expressways. He then took out his phone and opened some street views on the map. "Don't rush, it's been so many years. There weren't so many tall buildings back then! The beach was full of resort hotels... I think we should go this way."

Yuan Hua lamented, "I didn't even get to see what Zhoucheng looks like! I'm so angry!"

"Hey, the old clock tower is still there. Everyone, want to buy tickets and go inside for a visit?"

Despite spending the morning in the car, Mo Man was in good spirits. "I want to go take a look."

Wang Zixuan acted as the tour guide, talking at length about A Mian's experiences at the academy, and everyone listened with great interest.

After lunch and a short rest, we continued our journey.

"Is this the way? Something doesn't feel right," Aunt Liu muttered. "I remember their little town was quite conspicuous, with lots of trees..."

The car drove into a small town on the outskirts of a mountain, and now they were truly at a loss.

Yuan Hua rolled down the car window and asked a passerby, "Uncle, is there a village called Qingshan Village around here?"

"Yes, yes, or perhaps it's a village inhabited by many people with the surname Meng or Lu?"