Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 104: Chapter 57: There’s No Worst, Only Worse

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“Spending other people’s money for my own business, the feeling is just too awesome!” Gu Changsheng said leisurely, then continued with a twisted face, thinking about something, “No, the silver was earned by saving people, and besides, I even gave him a few good prescriptions. This is the silver I deserve, spending my own money on my own business, really hurts!”

The crowd fell into collective silence, not commenting on Lady Changsheng’s words. Anyway, even if they had opinions, Lady Changsheng could refute them with numerous justifications.

“Oh dear, the evildoer left, life is really boring without him…” Gu Changsheng sighed with his face turned up, full of regret.

“Lady didn’t you say, handsome men are a disaster and we must stay away?” Xiao Cui, seizing the opportunity, secretly wiped her sweat, then straightened her horse stance again. Lady Changsheng’s Little Willow Whip showed no mercy, and with Lady Changsheng having Fiery Eyes, nothing escaped her!

“Yes, indeed, that belly-black evildoer Zhou Mu, by all means, must be avoided!” Gu Changsheng huffed, “You all remember, handsome men outside are like tigers, you must avoid them at all costs. Wait until I domesticate a few home-bred ones, then I’ll allocate them to you.”

Xiao Cui and several others exchanged glances, then collectively bowed their heads.

Eunuch Yuan Bao, who had just relaxed at Lady Changsheng’s previous remark, couldn’t catch his breath because of her last comment and fell off the wall with a “thud.”

“Tsk, tsk… such a big lump, how could he think he’s fooling anyone, that nobody can see him?” Gu Changsheng’s eyebrows slightly raised as he glanced in that direction, his face full of schadenfreude, “Don’t you learn from him. Only that evildoer Zhou Mu would keep such a useless idiot around the house.”

Gu Changsheng didn’t hold back in her commentary; surveilling her was one thing, but could they not at least show some level of skill?

It’s best to do good deeds without leaving a trace; she could consider that protection. But for the likes of Eunuch Yuan Bao, forget it — his dramatically fluctuating breath could perfectly keep up with her talking rhythm. Two words: in sync! It made it hard for her to ignore him!

Eunuch Yuan Bao, holding his bruised bottom after getting up from the ground, heard the voice through the wall.

A clot of old blood stuck in his throat, almost causing him internal injury; he gestured for his subordinates to take over and left in disgrace.

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The responsibility of protecting Lady Changsheng’s family was too great; he was completely unqualified!

Let his subordinates handle it, at least they could report back and beautify any related comments just a little bit, lest the blow be too harsh. He extremely admired Lady Changsheng’s sharp remarks!

Moreover, Lady Changsheng seemed quite dissatisfied with him. There’s an old saying: “Any excuse will serve a tyrant,” and he had no idea what he had done wrong, how he managed to offend such a Buddha! Couldn’t he just avoid trouble if he couldn’t provoke it?

He listened intently to the noises outside the wall until the heavy breathing disappeared and was replaced by another barely audible breath. Only then did Gu Changsheng reluctantly refocus her mind.

Bishop Berkeley once said, “To be is to be perceived.” If I can’t see him, I suppose we can pretend he doesn’t exist.

As the days of summer are long and the sun sets over Western Mountain, night falls, and Gu Changsheng finds great pleasure in nibbling on a piece of watermelon, eating with relish.

Life is full of disappointments; one must enjoy the moment, especially when your own joy is contrasted with others’ misfortunes, making that joy seem all the greater.

“Lady, it’s the Gu Family on the back street that has suffered a flood,” Uncle Song hurriedly came to report, just a moment ago, a family on the back street, just one block away, suddenly had a flood, with cries for help, splashing water, and cursing all mixed together.

Gu Changsheng squinted his eyes and hooked the corner of his mouth, looking up at the smoke rising from the back street, and pursed his lips, “Tragic, truly tragic!”

“Lady, should we go help? All the neighbors have gone…” Uncle Song pondered for a moment before asking.

“Help? Uncle Song, you must be joking. I finally managed to disentangle myself from that family, and now you want me to help them? Not adding fuel to the fire is already kind of me.” Gu Changsheng snorted, taking a vicious bite of the watermelon, “Besides, when a mad dog bites, if we help, we might be accused of hypocrisy. We can’t be involved in such an ungrateful task.”

Uncle Song shook his head, he knew he had no way to sway Lady Changsheng, so he could only let her be, as long as she was happy.

He couldn’t offer help, but he could still check out the situation.

“What are you looking at! Each and every one of you, mind your own business, ‘sweep the snow from your own door and care not for the frost on your neighbor’s roof,’ get those horse stances right for me!” With a flick of her Little Willow Whip, Lady Changsheng commanding interrupted their laziness amid the chaos.

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