"Hey? Five coins! How much longer until it arrives? The food's already served!"
“It’s rush hour,” Yuan Hua pressed the speakerphone button on her phone, and immediately a lot of car horns and curses came through. “It seems like there’s been another accident up ahead. You guys eat first, I’ll be there after I turn the corner.”
"Okay, then hurry up, room number nine." The slightly husky male voice on the other end hung up the phone.
The car was temporarily stuck, and the name "Wu Qian" briefly brought Yuan Hua back to her memories.
More than three years have passed since he left that "time travel" experience.
He remembered being stabbed by bandits and falling to the ground, only to wake up in excruciating pain shortly afterward—he had clearly spent several months in the ancient world, but only a few minutes had passed since returning to reality.
He was on his way home from get off work when an old man, seeking revenge on society, was wielding a kitchen knife and randomly attacking people on the street. In addition to Yuan Hua, several other people were injured.
Panicked passersby called for emergency medical assistance, and Yuan Hua was treated as one of the injured and sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.
While in the hospital, Yuan Hua kept thinking about what that ancient world was all about.
Sometimes he felt that perhaps it was just a dream before he died, while other times he felt that the great demon Ah Mian and her fierce henchmen he had encountered were so real that they could not possibly be a dream.
Sometimes, he misses them a little.
After recovering from her injury, Yuan Hua had a new scar on her left waist, but otherwise she looked no different from before.
He continued working at his current job, then changed jobs a year later, taking a job with a monthly salary of 6,000 yuan. Later, he was promoted to a mid-level manager with a monthly salary of 9,500 yuan, and has been working diligently ever since.
During that time, many old classmates and colleagues tried to persuade him to start his own business.
"Let's open a bubble tea shop, it's a sure thing we'll make money!"
"I'm only telling you this because I consider you a brother. I have a great project coming up right now, a bar..."
"The light food business is currently a blue ocean market; those who have done it have made a fortune."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Hua turned pale and waved her hand in refusal.
Three years later, the milk tea shops, bars, and light food delivery stores either went out of business or were sold off. The old classmate who was once the most successful had maxed out his credit cards and was borrowing money from everyone he could find.
Starting a business is risky, and Yuan Hua knew he really wasn't cut out for it.
He now has 120,000 yuan in savings and a 100,000 yuan electric scooter, his family's first vehicle. It's convenient for him to commute to and from get off work, and he can also take his parents out to run errands, go out for fun, and take the girl he has a crush on home.
If it were the old him, he would definitely say, "A car that costs 100,000 yuan is called a car?! Cars that cost 200,000 or 300,000 yuan are for poor people, okay?" As a result, he would either invest the money he had saved up over several years of work into starting a business or take out a huge loan to buy a luxury car.
Although there are still various troubles in her life now, Yuan Hua feels quite satisfied.
No longer needing to live in constant fear or anxiety, and without much pressure to survive, Yuan Hua can enjoy all the conveniences of technology... Tears welled up in Yuan Hua's eyes silently. Every day now is worth living well.
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The road ahead was finally cleared, and Yuan Hua turned the steering wheel and quickly drove to the entrance of a long-established hot pot restaurant.
After parking his car, he went into the private room, where everyone else had already arrived.
Anyone who takes a first look at the room would find this gathering strange and odd; even the waiters kept glancing at the private room.
A boy with dyed blue hair was holding a selfie stick next to the round table;
There was a middle-aged woman with her head shaved and an IV catheter attached to her hand;
There was an old woman carrying a bag of vegetables in a red plastic bag;
There was also a middle-aged man wearing a shirt and carrying a backpack.
They gathered here for that ordinary girl who cannot be found in history books or online.
"You've finally arrived! This frozen tofu tastes and feels just like the kind made by A-Mian's family." Wang Zixuan waved quickly.
"We ordered three plates, just in case it wasn't enough."
Mo Man is undergoing chemotherapy, and the first few rounds have been relatively successful, but she doesn't have much of an appetite. The only thing she can slowly eat is this tofu that's soaked up all the broth.
Tofu is a good thing; it's a high-quality plant protein that's easily digested and absorbed by the human body.
She took a few bites. "Where were we last time? So it seems that Yuan Hua was the first to travel through time. Back then, A Mian's family didn't have a stone mill. I should be the second, and Wang Zixuan is the third. A Mian had just started attending the academy at that time."
"Dr. Mo, how long have you lived in A-Mian's world?" Wang Zixuan asked.
"I lived a whole life, only to die peacefully in my sleep before I transmigrated back to this world. When I woke up, I found myself lying in the ICU for three or four days." Mo Man said wistfully, "That life was truly wonderful. Later, I compiled a 'Herbal Compendium,' which recorded many plants that no longer exist. Oh, and there was a man named Dr. Wen who used a wheelchair. I don't know if you've ever met him."
“I’ve seen him before, a young man with a pale face. When I saw him in a wheelchair, I thought his medical skills weren’t very good. Dr. Mo, I was just as confused and foolish when I met you back then!” Liu Xiufang (Aunt Liu) quickly said.
Liu Xiufang brought a lot of chrysanthemum greens from home. "These are very tender. My daughter-in-law heard that I was going out for hot pot, so she specially asked me to bring these. She knows I love them!"
"I've practically died twice already. After coming back, I just followed Ah Mian's example. I eat whatever's good to eat, and after picking up my grandchildren, I go out to play. I don't take anything to heart... And strangely enough, we haven't had any arguments in the house for a long time now, and everyone's been treating me quite well!"
Wang Zixuan said, "Oh, I know, you've said it several times already. Don't interrupt, Dr. Mo, tell me quickly, and then what?"
“Dr. Wen was a good friend of A-Mian’s family. He had suffered a fracture and was paralyzed due to malunion. I risked my life to perform the surgery on him. Before the surgery, I told him that there were no safe and effective anesthetics or hemostatic drugs, and that he was very likely to die directly. The chances of success were extremely small. Even if he succeeded, he might not be able to walk again. After all, he hadn’t walked for more than ten years, and his muscles had atrophied. He was thirty years old at the time, and he was determined to die. He told me that he was willing to take this gamble.”
Yuan Hua listened intently, and the tripe was so overcooked that it was only just being scooped out.
It's so tough you can't even bite it.
"After hearing that I was going to have surgery, A-Mian's whole family came to help. Meng the blacksmith made some instruments according to my drawings, which were not precise enough but were still usable, such as hemostatic forceps, scalpels, and modified saws. A-Mian became my assistant and brewed a lot of 'anesthetic powder'."
"The principle of the surgery is very simple: cut off the deformed bone, reposition it, and fix it with a splint."
"Then, then it should have succeeded, right?!"
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