CHAPTER 809: CHAPTER 789: JIANG XIAOXIAO BECOMES AN ANCIENT PERSON

Not only did Xue Li step aside, but the others also couldn’t help but become solemn.

This aura made people feel a strong sense of professionalism.

Yes!

It’s exactly that feeling, a powerful presence only found in very professional people.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had it.

The Other Shore Flower on the mask seemed to faintly glow, and everyone held their breath.

Xue Li’s playful intentions were completely suppressed by a certain aura.

Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced at Youli, helpless because she had no assistant.

"I’m going to perform surgery on him, Sister Youli, I need your help. Everyone else, keep quiet, and don’t touch any of my things, or bear the consequences yourself."

Jiang Xiaoxiao opened the box, put on a set of surgical clothes, and directed Youli to help with disinfection.

The Monkeys and Xue Li involuntarily stepped back a few paces, dazzled by the contents of the box.

Rows of knives, various clamps, tweezers, hammers, saws, and tools without names.

Opening the top layer revealed endless layers of various things below.

And that whole box of medicines.

The Monkeys’ eyes lit up.

They had seen such things placed in the cabinets of the doctors at the treatment center.

The bottles didn’t contain the medicines they understood.

"Jiang Xiaoxiao..."

Jiang Xiaoxiao turned back, her gaze sharp, glistening with a cold light, and the Monkeys shut up instantly.

After watching Jiang Xiaoxiao administer medicine to Liu Jian, she turned to them, "You can leave now!"

The Monkeys pointed at themselves, "I..."

Xue Li interrupted first, "No! I’m staying."

"Get out, or I won’t do it. It’s up to you whether you watch him die or wait outside for him to live."

Jiang Xiaoxiao calmly stopped all her actions and coldly looked at the six people.

The Monkeys dragged Xue Li, and the others pulled and pushed them all out.

The door clicked shut from the inside.

Six people waited anxiously outside.

Passersby saw their dazed expressions and inquired.

"Monkey, isn’t your captain injured? What are you doing standing here?"

"It’s fine, we’re just waiting!"

The Monkeys didn’t know how to explain it.

To say Jiang Xiaoxiao was treating their captain?

Nonsense!

Anyone who heard would probably think they were crazy.

In everyone’s eyes, Jiang Xiaoxiao was just a loser.

The Monkeys were a bit upset that they had somehow agreed to let Jiang Xiaoxiao treat the captain.

What if it ended up fatal?

The Monkeys knew that even without treatment, the captain was practically waiting to die.

Perhaps, this was a desperate measure borne of hoping against hope.

......

Five hours later.

The door opened.

Youli emerged pale-faced, holding the box, and handed it quickly to the Monkeys before collapsing in the corner to vomit.

To outsiders, it looked like Youli had been drinking during the day.

Xue Li rushed in regardless, only to see Jiang Xiaoxiao removing her gloves, "The patient’s condition is stable, vital signs are steady. Now, the infusion needs dedicated monitoring, and I’ve already told Youli the post-operative care. Ask her, and do not disturb me, I need a few days’ rest."

It was so calm it made people doubt their sanity.

Liu Jian was still sleeping on the bed, with his chest already bandaged, and he didn’t look much different.

An IV bottle hung from his arm.

This was something they hadn’t seen before, only methods said to exist in the legendary Ancient Medical Skill.

It’s said that such methods are now lost.

Could this be the legendary ancient Western medicine?!

Ancient Western medicine!?

Yes!

After Jiang Xiaoxiao returned to her room, she went online and found out what time it was.

Here, the era of Western medicine is already referred to as ancient times—this is supposedly Earth, five thousand years into the future.

She had traveled through time, arriving five thousand years later.

The problem is, how to find the other half of the meteorite?

Her father, Wu Weiguo, had already passed away.

Unless she could ask Wu Weiguo’s ashes, no one could answer this question.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was somewhat annoyed at her own sentimentality.

For the sake of Song Moting she should have asked clearly, so as not to harm anyone.

Now, there was nowhere to go for answers, and she was left to figure it out on her own.

Unconsciously, her thumb rubbed the ring on her left index finger, and a sudden warmth swept over her.

"Daddy, Daddy, you’ve finally come!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was stunned?

Daddy?

"You’re not Mr. Wu, who are you?"

A clear voice, the tender voice of a little boy.

"Your father is Wu Weiguo?"

"Of course! Who are you?"

Clearly, the little boy was more cautious about this.

"By blood, Wu Weiguo is my dad too."