Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 593 - 591: Advancing Step by Step

After visiting Mr. Chen, Lin Wanwan went to the office, returned ho, and even found ti to walk the dog.

In the afternoon, she received a tearful call from Mr. Chen who was overwheld that Lin Wanwan had silently covered so much of her dical expenses.

Lin Wanwan did not wish to ntion it directly, preferring to act quietly in order to avoid experiencing such an emotional scene face to face.

Later, Lin Wanwan received a call from A-Du, the boss of the "Third-party Intervention" studio.

After a day of investigations, he managed to obtain contact numbers for three leading gastrointestinal surgeons, but was unable to persuade them as it was beyond his capabilities.

Matters concerning the hospital should be handled by hospital personnel. Lin Wanwan’s social circle did not include any doctors, so after so pondering, she decided to seek help from Mr. Chen’s attending doctor.

But before that, she wanted to call Mr. Chen’s husband to gauge his opinion.

Typically, when faced with a severe illness, most families seek out renowned doctors because the quality of surgery directly impacts survival rates.

Mr. Chen’s husband received Lin Wanwan’s call and was deeply grateful to his wife’s generous student, repeatedly assuring her the money was borrowed and they would repay it slowly after they earned enough.

Lin Wanwan didn’t mind whether the money would be returned or not, as she intended it as a donation, but was pleased with their grateful attitude.

"Repaynt isn’t necessary, just hope Mr. Chen’s illness can be cured," Lin Wanwan said, "Has the master considered inviting a renowned doctor for a Flying Knife procedure?"

"Flying Knife? We thought about it, but we don’t have any connections."

"Maybe you can ask Mr. Chen’s attending doctor?"

"Sure, I’ll inquire about it later."

The suggestion of Flying Knife was one of the recomndations given by netizens when Lin Wanwan posted a reward ssage last night.

Flying Knife in the dical field is a win-win situation. It validates the self-worth of the visiting doctor (an opportunity for both show-off and earning money), provides a chance for local doctors to learn and inquire, and imnsely benefits the patient.

Patients can avoid the hassle of traveling far, family mbers won’t waste ti or be troubled, and issues with out-of-town dical insurance reimbursent are resolved.

But Flying Knife isn’t just about money; the crucial aspect is the local hospital’s readiness, mutual trust, and the local doctors’ accountability.

After all, every surgery involves risks, and the risks are even greater for an external Flying Knife procedure. Normally, the range for Flying Knife is within the local doctors’ social circle; it minimizes risks to engage familiar ones rather than strangers and avoids extending too far.

Having finished the phone call with Mr. Chen’s husband and understanding his attitude, Lin Wanwan began to prepare to contact Mr. Chen’s attending doctor to discuss connecting and negotiating for a renowned Flying Knife procedure.

But the situation surprised Lin Wanwan imdiately upon making contact. The doctor actually asked if she had arranged for the Flying Knife procedure with Dr. Ling from Hai City’s gastrointestinal departnt, expressing admiration for Dr. Ling throughout the conversation.

He is a proud disciple of textbook review big nas, and the market rate is three thousand yuan for a single Flying Knife procedure, including travel and accommodation.

The fee for the Flying Knife seems large, but it is far more convenient, efficient, and cost-effective compared to Mr. Chen directly seeking dical assistance in Hai City. Securing such a distinguished doctor is a joyful event for everyone.

As long as one has the connections, within Huaxia, spending less than fifty thousand yuan for a Flying Knife procedure could invite industry leaders. Outside, this sum wouldn’t be nearly enough, even multiplying it several tis would be insufficient.

In this world, only patients understand whom to seek for severe illness, even if they were previously unfamiliar with the dical field. As soon as a close family mber falls ill, the family can quickly find out who the expert specialists are.

Lin Wanwan assud it was Mr. Chen’s family who continuously made contact but hadn’t thought of alternative explanations.

However, as she spent the evening on a plane watching a movie with Lu Shouyue, a sudden intuition prompted her to turn and ask him if he had helped with this matter.

Lu Shouyue, while cutting fruit, paused montarily and admitted he was the one who contacted them.

"I rely helped a little in a negligible way."

"But for Mr. Chen, it’s an incredibly important help," Lin Wanwan said genuinely, "On behalf of Mr. Chen’s family, thank you, thank you very much."

Lu Shouyue bowed his head, the black tips of his hair reflecting the overhead light.

"Wanwan, if you truly wish to express gratitude, just represent yourself," Lu Shouyue’s voice was gentle like a clear spring, "The sole reason I did this was to make you happy, nothing else mattered."

He raised his head, turning to gaze at Lin Wanwan’s glass-like eyes, "I don’t want to justify with grandiose reasons, nor am I soone filled with excessive compassion. While doing this, I only thought of you."

Lin Wanwan was overwheld by the sudden straightforwardness from Lu Shouyue, her cheeks turned red instantly, and her heartbeats echoed so loudly they felt like drums.

In the cabin, an intense silence descended, Lu Shouyue’s handso face tightened tensely, ready to speak and pause repeatedly, ultimately choosing not to continue speaking further. He feared failing again, so it was best to take it slowly.

The crisp sound of the fruit knife hitting the tray shattered the silence.

Lu Shouyue exhaled gently, smiling as calmly as possible, he handed the platter of diced fruit to Lin Wanwan, "Wanwan, have so fruit."

Lin Wanwan replied awkwardly, "Thank you."

"You’re welco."

For the rest of the journey, Lin Wanwan dared not speak much again and instead focused intently on watching the movie.

Lu Shouyue maintained silence in similar fashion, and if not for the sound of the movie, the atmosphere within the cabin would have been downright awkward.

By the ti they got off the plane, both their expressions finally returned to normal.

That night, while lying in bed, Lin Wanwan recalled the awkward mont on the plane and couldn’t help but scream quietly into the pillow, covering her head with the blanket.

She reminded herself it’s because her secret was too great, thus she feared letting others too close easily.

She still required so more ti.

Tossing and turning for a lengthy ti, Lin Wanwan suddenly jumped up, opened the Space-Ti Gate, and returned to the Great Tang.

At the Great Tang, it was the darkest hour before dawn; she lay down in the cold bed, feeling the complete silence, attempting to clear her mind and consciously avoid any thoughts, eventually falling asleep slowly.

Tomorrow would be another new day.

Lin Wanwan still had nurous things to do, with more and more people surrounding her, she felt an increasingly heavy sense of responsibility.

This thousand-year-old Great Tang possessed rules and norms that disgusted and terrified her, yet also wealth without parallel and a brilliant civilization she adored.

Here, the sky was blue, the water was sweet, everything was pure, unpolluted, and natural. Family and servants encircling her were devoted and loyal, it was difficult not to fall in love with this place.