Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 157 - 156: I’m Innocent

At this point, only a short segnt of the incense remained before it burned out. Lin Wanwan slightly curled her lips, suddenly pulled the reins, and imitating He Miao, charged towards her.

This side-initiated collision is definitely a strategy of inflicting a thousand enemy casualties at the cost of eight hundred self-damages.

Although He Miao had been wary of Lin Wanwan all along, she had underestimated Lin Wanwan due to her perception of her as a novice, making it too late for her to react. She only managed to yell, "Are you crazy!"

"Stop!"

"Absolutely not!"

Soone shouted from the sidelines.

Just as they were about to collide, Lin Wanwan suddenly bent over, holding onto the horse’s neck and lifting slightly. The horse beneath her let out a long neigh, reared up, and kicked up a cloud of dust.

Then, Lin Wanwan took advantage of the montum to hold the horse’s neck with one hand and raise the polo stick with the other. She hit the falling polo ball towards the net with unstoppable force, like a sword’s intent.

This incredibly spectacular yet thrilling shot left everyone stunned.

"Poof." The incense burned out.

"Boom!" The ball went in!

"Bang!" The horse fell!

Although He Miao’s horse didn’t actually collide with Lin Wanwan’s horse, it was frightened into madness, let out a whimper and fell, its leg beca deford, kicking wildly in the air unable to get up!

The crowd outside exclaid in shock, rushing onto the field, much more tense than when Xiao Xianghua had fallen earlier.

Lin Wanwan heard the muffled groan from He Miao, imdiately dismounted, and asked repeatedly, "Are you okay? I didn’t an to, I just saw the incense about to burn out, and only had the ball in sight. But I didn’t hit you, why did you fall?"

She hastily tried to absolve herself from the responsibility, her eyes seed full of genuine concern, reaching out to push the horse off He Miao’s leg, but found the horse too heavy to move. Only to hear a "crack", the sound of the bone breaking erged.

He Miao scread, sweat covered her face from the pain, but she couldn’t utter a word.

By this ti, everyone had gathered around, Lin Wanwan, along with the crowd, helped to drag the nearly thousand-pound heavy horse off He Miao.

When everyone clearly saw He Miao’s crushed right leg’s condition, their expressions drastically changed.

"Quick! Quickly invite Daoist Wang to co and save the person!"

The Daoists in the local Daoist Temple are well-versed in so barefoot doctor techniques, especially proficient in treating external injuries—any area with a polo field nearby has dical workers adept in orthopedics, akin to how hospitals in densely packed factory and cost-effective regions have well-developed hand surgery departnts in modern tis.

The stretcher was soon brought over, and He Miao was lifted onto it. Her servants couldn’t imdiately make threats to Lin Wanwan but instead followed the Daoists, focused on saving her first. If the young lady of the household ended up disabled from a polo match, these servants would suffer miserably, though they wouldn’t lose their lives, it would certainly be a dim future.

Lin Wanwan, to show her innocence and good intentions, shouted, "I’m a female doctor, I know so dical skills, let help."

Saying so, she squeezed in with the crowd towards the Daoist Temple’s healing chamber.

As a He Family’s legitimate daughter and local gentry, He Miao would naturally not be mixed with a group of poor commoners who couldn’t afford dical treatnt in the pharmacy.

She was directly taken into a quiet room specially set up for those injured in the polo field, replete with bandages, wooden strips for leg bindings, clean basins, spring water, evidently, many bones have been treated here.

The goatee-bearing Daoist Wang instructed his disciple to bring a small wooden strip, kindly said to the tear-streaked face of He Miao, "Your bone is broken and dislocated, it must be set imdiately. Bite the wood strip and bear it, while I set your bone."

"It hurts! I’m in so much pain!" He Miao’s hair was disheveled, her face full of tears.

Her maid pulled out a handkerchief and put it before her mouth, crying, "My dear young lady, bear with it, let Daoist Wang set the bone quickly, this cannot be delayed."

"All irrelevant people must leave, there’s no need for so many here!" Daoist Wang began clearing the room, and a group of people was ushered out by the Daoist.

"Bang!" The door to the quiet room slamd shut in front of everyone, Lin Wanwan touched her nose, not saying a word.

Beside her, the three Xiao sisters were all frantic, Xiao Liwei kept muttering, "It’s not Wanwan’s fault, it’s He Miao’s poor horse riding skill. I always said she should ride a donkey, donkeys are docile, even the noblewon in Chang’an City ride them for polo."

"Right, right, that’s exactly it." Her twin sister continuously echoed.

The other girls nearby remained silent, so indeed agreed with the murmured suggestion, so secretly curled their lips to watch the drama unfold.

"Ah!!!"

A blood-curdling scream erged from the quiet room monts later, clearly during the bone-setting process. The onlookers outside exchanged looks, all feeling chills up their spines.

Lin Wanwan calculated the ti and pushed the door open, offered, "Daoist Wang, I’ve studied so surgical skills since childhood with my master, let examine her wound, perhaps I can offer help."

He Miao had already fainted from the pain during the bone-setting process, Daoist Wang wiped sweat from his brow, glanced at Lin Wanwan, "Since you wish to see, then have a look. I’ve set the bone and am about to bandage it."

Initially, Daoist Wang didn’t want to bother with Lin Wanwan but changed his tune seeing her dressed in fine clothes.

"No way! She’s the one who caused our young lady to fall off the horse!" He Miao’s maid blocked her path fiercely, glaring at Lin Wanwan, "What are you trying to do? He Family won’t easily forgive you!"

Lin Wanwan frowned, retorted, "How audacious, a re maid dare to accuse ? Everyone saw she fell on her own. I grabbed the horse’s neck just in ti to avoid a collision and almost got thrown by my rearing horse. How dare you speak falsely?"

The maid tried to retort more, Lin Wanwan coldly glared at her, countered, "I’m about to perform stitches on your lady, it concerns whether she’ll scar, will you hinder ?"

"You! You truly know dical skills?"

Lin Wanwan ignored her, directly shouted outside, "Kun Lun, co in."

Kun Lun responded imdiately, most responsive to Lin Wanwan’s voice and the term "Kun Lun."

Seeing the tower-like Kunlun slave standing before her exerted imnse pressure, the small maid retreated a step.

Lin Wanwan nodded towards Kun Lun’s arm, said, "Show the wound I stitched for you to Daoist Wang."

The stitches were removed just yesterday, the scar freshly healed. Kun Lun didn’t even need to understand Lin Wanwan’s words; he discerned her intentions simply from her gestures.

He promptly rolled up his sleeve, revealing the pink long scar, on it were very visible stitching marks.