The days when I was an obstetrician and gynecologist in Chang'an

Chapter 998, this is good enough.

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Lanxing, Qingcheng, Central Hospital, Emergency Department.

"Dr. Li! Patient number three is seriously injured in a car accident, and his blood pressure continues to drop!"

"Prepare the operating room! Notify the blood bank to prepare blood! Quickly!"

The woman, referred to as "Dr. Li," was in her forties, wearing a white coat, with a neat figure and sharp yet composed eyes.

While quickly checking the injured person's pupils and vital signs, she clearly gave instructions to the nurse beside her, her voice carrying an unquestionable authority.

Her name tag read "Chief Physician Li Mingfang".

No one knows that "Dr. Li," who is already quite famous in Qingcheng and is particularly skilled at combining traditional Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis with modern emergency medicine, and has repeatedly created miracles in critical cases, carries a soul from a thousand years ago.

Twenty-five years ago, she fainted due to a miscarriage. When she woke up, she had become Li Mingfang in this bizarre and wonderful world.

In this completely unfamiliar era, she struggled to survive step by step, relying on the solid foundation of modern medicine left by the original owner and her own traditional Chinese medicine skills.

After taking a break, she started working as a doctor at the grassroots level. Over the course of more than 20 years, she eventually became one of the top-notch doctors in the emergency department of Qingcheng.

With the profound knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine accumulated during the Tang Dynasty and the resilient spirit that has endured vicissitudes, she became the "Li Mingfang" of the modern world.

She quickly adapted to modern life, using her exquisite pulse diagnosis to assist imaging examinations and combining classical prescriptions with modern pharmacology to treat difficult and complicated diseases, especially in the fields of obstetrics and gynecology and emergency medicine, where she developed a unique style.

She actively participated in various free clinics, visiting welfare homes, nursing homes, and remote mountainous areas.

She worked harder and more relentlessly than anyone else.

It's not just because she loves her job.

More importantly, she harbored a secret, a longing—she hoped that in another time and space, the soul that had taken her place and become "Li San Niang" could also be well.

She hopes to use her medical skills to live a wonderful life that belongs to "Li San Niang" in this world.

She didn't know who the soul was, but she was sincerely grateful.

Because that soul ensured that her parents in the Tang Dynasty did not lose their daughter, and that her little dewdrop did not lose her mother.

These two points alone were enough for her to be grateful.

Therefore, she must live well here.

Live life to the fullest, as if by doing so, we can resonate with each other across time and space and offer our blessings.

***
The Great Tang Dynasty, Lingnan Circuit, Guangzhou Prefecture, backyard of the Maternity Hospital.

Li San Niang felt her consciousness being enveloped and drawn away by a gentle yet powerful force.

The light flashed by before my eyes, as if I had traveled through an endless time tunnel.

When she "opened" her eyes again, she found herself suspended in a bright and busy space filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Is this... the emergency room of a hospital?
She saw "herself" in a white coat, hurrying between the hospital beds.

That face was the face of the modern Li Mingfang deep in her memory, only now it had lost its youthful naiveté and gained a weathered and capable air. Her eyes were familiar to her, the focus and determination of a doctor.

She watched as "herself" calmly directed the rescue, skillfully performed tracheal intubation, and communicated with the family members in a clear and reassuring manner.

She saw the trust and respect in the eyes of the nurses and young doctors when they looked at "herself".

A mixture of indescribable bittersweetness and relief welled up in my heart instantly.

She is doing very well.

She not only lived, but lived with great power.

She became an excellent doctor, even seemingly better than she could have been.

In her spirit form, Li San Niang's gaze greedily followed the busy figure.

She saw the banners hanging on the wall of "her" office and the trophies on the table. At the same time, a surge of emotion washed away the last bit of resentment and regret in Li San Niang's heart.

It turns out that while she was striving forward in the Tang Dynasty, in another time and space, another "she" was also living earnestly, using her own strength to live earnestly and well!

They were strangers to each other, yet their fates intertwined. In different times and spaces, they each held up their own sky and lived lives that made each other proud.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn passes in the blink of an eye.

A pulling force came, and Li San Niang's soul began to feel lighter, and the scene before her eyes gradually blurred.

Finally, what came into her "eyes" was that "herself," during a break from her busy schedule, walked to the window, looked at the dazzling city lights outside, gently rubbed her temples, and had a satisfied yet resolute smile on her lips.

Goodbye.

No, perhaps, we'll never see each other again.

But it's good.

That's good.

***
Li San Niang suddenly opened her eyes and found herself still sitting in the courtyard behind the maternity ward of Guangzhou Prefecture.

Outside the window, it was the familiar humid night of Lingnan, with cicadas still chirping and the distant sound of a night watchman striking his clapper.

Everything that just happened was so clear, as if I had experienced it myself, yet it felt as ethereal as a dream.

Is it a dream?
She looked down at the dried ink stain on the Xuan paper on the table in front of her, feeling a sense of relief and peace in her chest.

Not a dream.

That was the system's final and most precious gift—it relieved her greatest obsession, allowing her to truly find peace here and no longer have any worries.

She stood up, opened the window, and took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of earth and herbs.

Looking up, the night sky is sparsely dotted with stars, yet it possesses a unique and expansive beauty.

The last lingering sense of longing for my homeland in my heart has quietly vanished, like dust brushed away by a gentle breeze.

She is no longer a substitute for anyone, nor does she yearn to "go home".

She is Li San Niang, the head of the Maternity and Child Health Department of the Imperial Physicians of the Tang Dynasty, the founder of the Ping An Women's Medical College, and the guardian of countless women and children.

Her roots have been deeply planted in this land, and her mission lies here!

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the window.

As with every morning before, Li Sanniang carefully washed her hands, changed into clean clothes, her expression peaceful and her gaze firm.

Qiu Xiang came in carrying breakfast and looked at her with some surprise: "Third Sister, did you not sleep well last night?"

You look like you've had a long dream.

Li San Niang took the bowl of porridge, smiled slightly, and her smile was one of unprecedented ease and clarity: "I had a dream. But it was a good dream."

She took a sip of the warm porridge, looked up at the rising sun outside the window, and said to Qiu Xiang with a smile, "Eat quickly, there are probably quite a few patients waiting today."

Her voice was not loud, but full of power.

Having severed the last vestige of her lingering thoughts of returning home, she will walk more focused and determinedly on the path of "Li San Niang," continuing to illuminate her warm and enduring light amidst the grandeur of the Tang Dynasty.

Two people, living in two parallel universes, continue their own lives, never to intersect again;

Yet they are all giving their all, shining brightly, and fulfilling the same promise—to save lives and heal the wounded with compassionate medical skills.

Perhaps this is the most wondrous arrangement of fate, and also the best ending.

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