Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He opened a stock account and then used a treasure bowl to make a replica of a smartwatch.

He left Xiaobai to monitor the market while he went out and had a proper dinner.

"I'm going to the hospital to complete my onboarding process the day after tomorrow, and tomorrow I'll go for a walk on the Great Wall."

As he drove away from the residential area, he stopped at a long-established traditional Chinese medicine shop and bought three boxes of stainless steel silver needles.

"Without a storage ring, the watch case is too uncomfortable to carry around—I might as well change the watch."

The moment the thought arose, a space quietly expanded inside the watch on my wrist, with a volume of about one thousand cubic meters.

The next day, I climbed the Great Wall, gazing into the distance, and strolled leisurely until dusk painted the eaves of the watchtowers red before returning home. Back home, I soaked in hot water, the steamy atmosphere relaxing my muscles and bones.

"This soreness feels so familiar."

At 7:30 a.m. sharp, he stood at the entrance of the emergency department of Yenching University International Hospital.

That identity file was specially made with the dean's personal signature.

"Director He, hello, I'm Lin Quan." He knocked lightly on the office door and pushed it open to enter.

"Dr. Lin, welcome!" He Jianyi immediately stood up, beaming, and extended his hand to greet him.

"I'm new here, and I'll have to rely on you a lot in the future." Lin Quan firmly grasped the other person's hand.

Under Director He's guidance, the procedures were completed smoothly, and I was assigned a desk by the window.

Jiang Xiaoqi was nowhere to be seen—the story in the emergency department had not yet begun.

After exchanging greetings with the doctors and nurses in the same department, Lin Quan returned to his seat.

"Dr. Lin, shouldn't we put this welcome dinner on the agenda?" Attending physician Sun Meng joked with a smile.

"Okay, you guys choose the place, I'll pay." He answered readily.

"Is your family well-off?" Sun Meng asked casually.

"I came from an orphanage and saved up some money for food by playing the stock market," he said calmly.

"How much did you earn?" Nurse Jona asked curiously.

"Not much, just enough to eat." He didn't continue the conversation.

"When will you make the payment?" Sun Meng asked with a smile.

"You decide the date." He gently kicked the ball back.

The emergency department is always bustling with people, so after a few words, everyone went back to their own business, and soon he was the only one left in the office.

He didn't mind, got up and strolled out of the building, lit a cigarette under the shade of a tree next to the emergency room entrance, and slowly inhaled and exhaled.

Just a few minutes after returning to his workstation, He Jianyi strode over: "Dr. Lin, come with me into the operating room."

"Okay." He replied and stood up.

After changing into scrub suits, passing through double access control, and stepping under the operating lights.

"Acute appendicitis, are you capable of performing the surgery?" He Jianyi asked.

"Okay." He nodded.

Before the words were even finished, the knife had already fallen. The incision was precise, the dissection clean, the ligation firm and accurate, and the suturing flawless—the whole process took less than five minutes.

He Jianyi stood to the side, his lips slightly parted, remaining closed for a long time.

The knife moves with divine assistance, the thread is pulled back swiftly like a startled swan, and the stitches are so tight that not a single flaw can be found.

If the scrub nurse hadn't been a little slow in handing over the forceps, this surgery could probably have been completed in three minutes.

After the surgery, he appeared normal. He strolled back to his office, took out a yellowed copy of "The Classic of Acupuncture and Moxibustion" from his bag, and turned the pages with focused and composed attention.

For tasks like cleaning and suturing wounds, Lin Quan would immediately go and handle them whenever someone called out.

He never intended to compete with He Jianyi and Liu Huimin for medical resources.

I never intended to interfere with the patients under the care of Sun Meng and Qiao Na.

Half an hour later, the emergency room suddenly descended into chaos, filled with shouts and shoving.

Lin Quan rushed over and saw a young man holding a knife, forcing Sun Meng to the ground under the triage table, unable to move.

"Are you the leader?" the young man asked, panting heavily.

"Yes, that's me," He Jianyi replied in a deep voice.

The doctors and nurses around them echoed in unison, their voices filled with certainty.

Liu Huimin had already picked up the landline and was reporting the case to the police station in a low voice.

Lin Quan's gaze swept over the young man's taut wrists and Sun Meng's pale face. He leaned closer to He Jianyi and asked softly, "Director He, does he have a mental disorder?"

"Yes, I noticed it a long time ago." He Jianyi nodded.

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan had already drawn a silver needle, lowered his body, and strode forward—the needle tip precisely pierced the acupoint, and the young man's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground on the spot.

"That's too risky!" He Jianyi frowned.

"The longer a mentally ill patient with a knife is left untreated, the harder they are to control," Lin Quan said calmly.

"Are you really confident?" He Jianyi pressed.

"I won't make a move unless there's at least a 90% chance," Lin Quan answered decisively.

Sun Meng stood up, supporting herself on the edge of the table, her eyes trembling slightly, and quickly stepped forward: "Dr. Lin, thank you."

"It's nothing," Lin Quan said with a faint smile.

Several police officers, armed with guns, stormed into the clinic, their footsteps swift and powerful.

Looking at the still unconscious young man on the ground, Lin Quan said, "If this illness isn't cured, it'll cause trouble again sooner or later."

"You can even treat mental illness?" He Jianyi was taken aback.

"A surgeon who also studied traditional Chinese medicine." Lin Quan took out a box of silver needles from the inner pocket of his white coat, squatted down, and steadily inserted them into several vital acupoints on the young man.

The root cause of the illness lies in emotional distress and imbalance of the seven emotions...

"How...how did I get here?" The young man opened his eyes, his gaze blank.

"Director He, he's awake and should be stable." Lin Quan put away his needles, stood up, and went straight back to his office.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

No one has ever heard of, let alone seen, a manic patient being brought under control on the spot with just a few silver needles.

Nurse Zhang Leng was the first to recover, jogging over: "Dr. Lin, you're amazing!"

Lin Quan glanced at the girl known as "Little Chili" and said, "It's not that I'm a genius, it's just that his symptoms happen to fall within the scope of what I understand."

"Can I add you on WeChat?" Zhang Leng took out his phone.

"Okay." Lin Quan handed over his phone and scanned the code for her.

After that injection, many people in the emergency department secretly added him as a friend.

Lin Quan welcomes all comers—they're all colleagues he sees every day, so exchanging contact information is just a normal thing.

"Dr. Lin, come with me." He Jianyi pushed open the office door and walked in.

"Director He." Lin Quan stood up in response and followed him to bed number one in the observation area.

A child lay on the bed, so thin he was unrecognizable; it was the thief Jiang Xiaoqi had brought earlier.

"Can you take on this child's illness?" He Jianyi's voice carried a barely perceptible earnestness.

"Diabetes is a bit tricky," Lin Quan said.

"Can it really cure it?" He Jianyi couldn't believe it.

"Yes, but it needs to be treated slowly with traditional Chinese medicine," Lin Quan nodded.

He Jianyi silently opened his wallet, took out a few hundred-yuan bills and handed them over: "Just let me know if you need more."

"His family hasn't arrived yet?" Lin Quan asked.

Lin Quan didn't say much, and turned to walk towards the pharmacy.

After leaving the emergency department, Lin Quan went to five or four traditional Chinese medicine shops before he was able to gather all the ingredients needed for the prescription.

Counterfeit, adulterated, and moldy medicinal herbs are too common; just checking and comparing the goods takes more than an hour.

Back at the hospital, he went straight to the decoction room and prepared three doses of medicine by himself.

Although Yenching University International Hospital has a Traditional Chinese Medicine department, he did not go there to get his medicine... The small packaging specifications were rigid, the source of medicine was fixed, and even the place of origin and batch could not be found.

"Dr. Lin, is it ready?" He Jianyi pushed open the door to the medicine preparation room.

"This is a three-day supply, to be taken three times a day, morning, noon, and night." Lin Quan handed over three thermos cups.

"How long will it take to see results?"

"After drinking these three doses, the condition will basically stabilize."

"Didn't you say before that it was 'a bit tricky'?" He Jianyi frowned.

"I mean, brewing medicine takes a lot of time," Lin Quan replied crisply.

He has all the necessary medical qualifications, and his appointment letter as an attending physician is registered with the personnel department. His consultations, prescriptions, and acupuncture treatments are all in compliance with regulations.

He pulled out 1,200 yuan from his wallet and handed it to He Jianyi with a smile: "Director He, this is the money left over for the medicine."

"Is this really enough?"