Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 203 - 102:

Once inside the room, Lin Wanwan took off the white bandage from her head, let her hair down, and carefully examined the injury in the mirror. Her head, hit with a heavy stick, was swollen and bleeding heavily. The scalp might have split open; she needed to see a doctor back in the modern era. If stitches were required, she had to get them, and she wasn’t sure if a tetanus shot was needed.

She couldn’t delay this matter any longer. Lin Wanwan, under the pretext of having a headache and needing to sleep, had the maids, including little Qingyu, leave the room. She didn’t continue sleeping in the room where the door had been kicked down but chose a different one next door. After everyone left, she bolted the door, quickly opened the Space-Ti Gate, and returned to the modern era.

It was nine o’clock in the evening in the modern era. Lin Wanwan picked up her phone from the coffee table, called for an online ride, quickly changed out of her ancient clothing, opened the front door, and walked outside.

In the elevator hall, she happened to run into Gong Mingyu and Sister Chen, who were coming back together. The two were startled by Lin Wanwan’s appearance, and Gong Mingyu asked, "Wanwan, what happened to your head?"

Lin Wanwan had seen Gong Mingyu in her hallucinations, and she was a bit confused about what was real or not. Seeing Gong Mingyu’s expression, which didn’t seem like she was seeing her crazy appearance, Lin Wanwan relaxed and smiled, "It’s nothing, the stairs were too narrow. I fell and hit my head, now I’m going to the hospital to have it checked out."

Gong Mingyu quickly handed the things in her hand to Sister Chen: "Sister Chen, can you take these back to my room for ?"

Then she turned to Lin Wanwan and said, "Wanwan, let accompany you. I’ll help you with the registration and paynts."

Lin Wanwan politely declined, "No need to trouble yourself, I can manage alone."

Gong Mingyu, not taking no for an answer, pulled Lin Wanwan into the elevator. "Oh, I’m not busy tonight, and we are neighbors, helping each other is the right thing to do. Don’t be too formal with ."

Sister Chen chid in, "Wanwan, let Mingyu go with you. It’s good to have soone with you. I would accompany you myself if I didn’t have sothing to attend to today."

Lin Wanwan couldn’t refuse the enthusiastic help from Gong Mingyu, so she smiled and thanked her, then the two of them took the elevator down together.

Gong Mingyu was always full of energy. From the first ti she t Lin Wanwan, she had shown kindness towards her. Lin Wanwan didn’t dislike this kind of enthusiasm from Gong Mingyu. Honestly, with a month almost up, she would be reluctant to part ways with her neighbors.

The neighbors in Yu City and the four cousins in the Xiao Mansion were among her gains this month.

Putting aside chitchat, the two of them took a taxi straight to the nearby hospital’s ergency room. Gong Mingyu sat Lin Wanwan on an outside bench and ran to register her, then queued with her outside the ergency room.

Fortunately, there weren’t many people in line at night, and soon it was Lin Wanwan’s turn.

The doctor examined Wanwan’s head and asked, "What happened? Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous?"

Lin Wanwan replied, "I fell, sothing fell from a high place and hit my head. No dizziness, no nausea."

The doctor said, "It’s nothing serious, I’ll just stitch you up a bit, but I’ll need to shave a little hair on top."

Lin Wanwan said helplessly, "So shaving and stitching are the only options? I’ve seen in the NBA, the players use so kind of tape that can be directly applied. Can my injury be treated like that?"

The doctor, not too pleased, said, "You’re young, which self-dia source fed you this fake science? For aesthetic purposes, costic sutures can align precisely. Whether it scars or not depends not on the suturing technique but on the injury itself or poor suturing."

It was because Lin Wanwan was pretty that the doctor was willing to say a few more words. Otherwise, he would definitely send her out the door to the nearby costic hospital.

The so-called sutureless tape definitely won’t be found in a public hospital.

"Haha, alright, doctor, pretend I didn’t say anything." Lin Wanwan wasn’t overly concerned about scarring, but shaving would look ridiculous! In the Great Tang, where bodily integrity was highly valued, shaving a chunk of hair would look so out of place.

This doctor happened to be free today, so he ticulously cleaned and stitched Lin Wanwan’s wound, using the thinnest 5-0 sutures with a needle that the public hospital had, applying costic stitching techniques, which would cost two to three thousand per centiter at a beauty clinic.

"Okay, make sure the wound doesn’t get wet, don’t wash your hair for a week, and try not to make big movents with your head..." The doctor, finding himself with ti, repeatedly instructed on precautions. Encountering a beauty on the night shift, he was in a good mood and rated the suturing 80 out of 100.

Not every doctor can skillfully use 5-0 sutures; in fact, there aren’t many in the ergency departnt. Ergency departnt doctors generally prefer simple, quick, and tear-resistant thick sutures.

After saying goodbye to the doctor, Lin Wanwan put on an oversized cap to cover the white bandage on her head, otherwise it was too attention-grabbing.

Outside the hospital, she opened her phone and ordered a night snack from a five-star hotel for the doctor. After all, she was a barefoot doctor herself and had learned dical skills from Immortal Sun for over half a month; she could tell a good doctor from a bad one.

Just with the effort that doctor put into stitching her head as delicately as embroidery, she was deeply grateful. People’s kindness should be promptly repaid if possible.

Later, the doctor received the delivery at the ergency departnt, and after his initial surprise, he was delighted. After sending off his current patient, he eagerly took out his phone and snapped several photos to show off in his social dia monts.

On the way back with Gong Mingyu, Lin Wanwan bought so fruit at an imported food store, insisted on giving Gong Mingyu a bag, and then said goodbye to her.

Back in her room, Lin Wanwan washed so fruit and put it on the coffee table, eating while browsing her phone.

Not many people contacted her on WeChat since her responses were often delayed; even Chen Jinyu rarely reached out now.

After browsing, it was Lu Shouyue’s ssages that stood out the most.

Thinking of that ancient zither, Lin Wanwan ssaged Lu Shouyue: "Mr. Lu, I got the ancient zither we talked about before the New Year, will contact you once I return to Yongcheng in a few days."

Lu Shouyue replied imdiately: "Great, I’ll be waiting. Thank you."

Lin Wanwan responded, "You’re welco."

They chatted a bit casually, then Lin Wanwan said she needed to go write and would chat later.

She then opened her computer, logged in, and uploaded the second piece of Heng Wu’s inaugural pipa performance online. Without checking netizens’ reactions, she closed the computer and, taking the fruit, returned to the Great Tang.

Though there was an accident today, the trip back to Mao County couldn’t be changed. Nothing was more important than going ho.

Xiao Yixun’s matter was in the past; his dual identity as a noble and ntally ill person didn’t interest her in spending energy on him.