Some say that after a person dies, they must cross the Bridge of Helplessness.

And before stepping onto that bridge, they must first drink a bowl of Meng Po’s soup, the broth of forgetting.

Amid that flow of time, in that chaos where heaven and earth blurred together, her consciousness slowly began to clear.

There was no soup of forgetting. There was no bridge.

There was only the sound of voices, ringing ceaselessly in her ears.

Every voice sounded anxious, and beneath that anxiety lay a thick, unmistakable fear.

That was it—unease, panic, terror.

Everyone at a total loss for what to do.

“This is all Zhen Jiu’er’s fault! If she hadn’t suddenly fainted, how would I have crashed into Dr. Li?”

“Right, it’s Zhen Jiu’er’s fault! If she hadn’t suddenly collapsed, Xiao Zhang wouldn’t have bumped into me, and I wouldn’t have cut the patient’s main artery.”

“Right, right, right—it’s all because of Zhen Jiu’er!”

“It’s all Zhen Jiu’er’s fault! Director Wang, go tell Young Master Jiu—really… truly, none of this is our fault, really…”

Jiu’er’s eyes snapped open.

At once, a heavy scent of blood drifted into her nose.

No one noticed that the girl in the corner had woken up; everyone was too preoccupied, worried about how they would explain themselves to the powerful figure waiting outside.

Jiu’er pulled herself up, following the direction where the smell of blood was strongest.

The moment she looked, her expression changed at once!

She strode quickly over and pulled away the pressure bandage that had been placed on the patient on the operating table.

“Zhen Jiu’er, what are you doing?” Dr. Li, sharp-eyed, spotted her the instant she woke and rushed over at once to stop her.

“The patient has already… Zhen Jiu’er, think fast—how are we going to explain this to Young Master Jiu? Don’t you dare damage the patient’s body, or Young Master Jiu will—”

“He still has a pulse.” Jiu’er’s slender fingers pressed against the patient’s wrist, her brow furrowing tighter and tighter.

“The patient still has a pulse, and you all just gave up on him?”

She flung Dr. Li’s outstretched hand aside, turned, and pulled the surgical cart over.

“Zhen Jiu’er, have you lost your mind? The patient doesn’t even have a heartbeat—can’t you see that yourself?”

“If you damage this patient’s body, and the Lu family comes after us, ten lives from you won’t be enough to pay for it!”

Dr. Li tried again to stop her.

But Jiu’er said in a low, steady voice, “You—bring me the suturing device. You, take a nurse and keep doing CPR. And you—”

“Zhen Jiu’er!” Dr. Li roared in fury.

Jiu’er turned instead to Director Wang. “Isn’t there an old saying—’treat a dead horse as if it were alive’? As long as we don’t give up, there’s still hope. If we give up now, we’ll just have to wait for that powerful figure outside to come deal with us.”

Who exactly this Young Master Jiu waiting outside was, Jiu’er did not know.

The only thing she knew was that after falling from that cliff, she had crossed over into another world.

She had not found her Ninth Imperial Uncle—but she had ended up back in the modern era instead.

It was almost laughable—unease, panic, utter bewilderment, all at once!

But she was a doctor. Saving lives was a doctor’s duty.

In an instant, every emotion within her settled and stilled.

Right now, she needed to save this man!

Director Wang hesitated for only half a second before nodding firmly. “Continue!”

…What followed was another round of emergency resuscitation.

What astonished everyone was that Zhen Jiu’er—a mere intern—displayed astonishingly advanced medical skill!

Using nothing but a few fine acupuncture needles, she actually brought the patient’s heartbeat back!

A miracle!

Ten hours later, Director Wang came to check the patient’s heart rate for the third time, and for the first time, announced: “The patient—has survived.”

There was no cheering. Everyone simply stood there, quietly overwhelmed; two of the young nurses even began to cry.

Finally, they wouldn’t have to face Young Master Jiu’s wrath.

Heaven only knew how desperate they had felt before.

In Jiangzhou, if you offended Young Master Jiu, was there any hope of surviving?

Zhen Jiu’er, too, let out a breath of relief.

A doctor hurried in and murmured something to Director Wang.

Director Wang’s gaze swept over Dr. Li’s face, then finally settled on Jiu’er. “Young Master Jiu is here. Go explain the whole surgical process to him.”