The eldest sister was reborn and the younger sister traveled through time. I just want to survive.

Yan Muyun gave Liao Yong a heads-up in advance, not out of fear of any accidents.

Although she had experience in caesarean sections, the medical conditions in ancient times were too poor to disinfect and sterilize the area in all directions, and it was impossible to insert a urinary catheter.

Even if the fetus is successfully removed by cesarean section, there is a high possibility of postoperative infection.

The operation, which should have been a sure thing, now only has less than 30% confidence. Whether the mother can survive after the cesarean section depends entirely on fate.

Upon learning that the woman in labor had not had any food or water for several hours, Yan Muyun did not delay any longer and asked a few brave maids to hold the woman in labor and perform a cesarean section to deliver the baby.

The woman in labor only screamed for a while when she was first being cut open by the knife. Later, she realized that only by cooperating well could she save her life, so she endured it by biting the cloth strips.

The operation went very quickly. In just a stick of incense, both children were born. Their mothers were a little weak from being in the womb for too long, so it would not be difficult for them to grow up if they were well cared for.

Upon learning that his wife and children survived, Liao Yong, a seven-foot-tall man, had tears in his eyes. He bowed to Yan Muyun again.

"Thank you, Miss Yan San, for saving the lives of Liao's wife and children. If it can be of use in the future..."

Yan Muyun waved her hand to interrupt him, "Lord Liao, don't be in a hurry to thank me. Your wife is only alive for the time being. We need to wait a few more days to see if she can make it."

"Liao knows your concerns. My wife has been to the battlefield. She is the most resilient woman in the world. As long as she can survive today's life-and-death situation, she will definitely survive safely."

Yan Muyun felt strange again.

She, including her original self, had never dealt with the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion before. Where did Liao Yong's inexplicable confidence in her medical skills come from?

But she didn't wonder for long, and soon found out the reason.

Because the mother was still in critical condition, after negotiations, Yan Muyun planned to stay in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion for two days and return home after the mother passed the highly infectious period.

It was dim at night and Yan Muyun didn't pay much attention. The next day, when she went out of the house to get some fresh air, she found a familiar face among the burly men guarding the door.

She was surprised. "Yes, you?"

The other party nodded, "Yes, it's me?"

"You're still alive?" Yan Muyun carefully looked at the man in front of her from head to toe. "Hiss~ Not only is he alive, but he's also living well. You're really lucky, sir!"

"Thanks to the young lady, Gu is indeed very lucky!"

The man had a tall figure. One step away from him, Yan Muyun looked straight at him and saw his sharp jaw and his full yet inexplicably cold lips.

After a moment of silence, seeing that the man had no intention of speaking again, Yan Muyun could only take the initiative to ask, "Are you a friend of Lord Liao?"

The man nodded, "Yes, a friend of life and death!"

Will I die if I say a few more words?

Yan Mujun didn't get the answer she wanted, so she could only ask again, "So, it was you and Lord Liao who recommended me?"

The man nodded again and agreed.

Well! Not a single word this time.

Yan Mujun gritted her teeth and put on a fake smile, "May I ask where you are from, sir?"

Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. Even if she becomes a ghost, she must know who pushed her into this pit.

Otherwise, when you get to the bottom of this, you won’t be happy even if you drink Meng Po soup.

I thought the man would not easily give his name, but he answered straightforwardly, "Gu Yunting, the ninth son of Dingbei Marquis, is twenty-six years old and has not yet married."

Yan Mujun was stunned. "I just asked your name. Who asked if you are married? But you are still unmarried at the age of 26. Isn't there something wrong with you?" The word "problem" came to his lips but he swallowed it back.

But the several strong men who were guarding the gate nearby understood it, and they gritted their teeth and puffed up their cheeks to hold back their laughter.

Yan Muyun, who was suffering from an occupational disease, didn't notice it at all, and her eyes were unscrupulously wrapped around Gu Yunting's waist.

She thought about it carefully and realized that when she was stitching the wound on this person's lower abdomen that day, she didn't seem to have touched anything that she shouldn't have touched. Even if he died, it shouldn't be her fault.

Having said that, this man was really lucky. The bloody hole on his abdomen was as big as a child's palm, and his intestines were flowing out.

Out of compassion as a doctor, she only tried to stop the bleeding and sew up the wound. She didn't expect that the patient could actually survive and recover so quickly.

Being stared at there, Gu Yunting thought he had excellent self-control, but his blood still boiled and his ears turned red.

He couldn't help but remind her, "Miss Third, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Yan Muyun came back to her senses and found that several big men were staring at the two of them and trying not to laugh. She suddenly realized that her behavior just now seemed inappropriate.

He quickly waved his hand to refuse, "No, I'm not going out. I just came out to get some fresh air. I've already gotten enough fresh air. I'll go back to the house now." After saying that, he returned to the house as if he was fleeing in panic.

"puff--"

"Pfft-"

……

Only when the door was closed and the thick cotton curtain was lowered could the embarrassing sound of tapping toes from behind be blocked out.

Yan Muyun patted her hot cheeks and said that she just looked a few more times out of curiosity as a doctor and had no intention of teasing Gu at all!

However, I’m afraid this misunderstanding cannot be explained or explained clearly.

For the next two days, Gu Yunting stayed outside the house and did not leave.

Yan Mujun was puzzled. How could the illegitimate son of the Dingbei Marquis's mansion, who was also a top nobleman in Luodu City, end up guarding the door for a woman?

Fortunately, there were a few burly men who blocked the evil spirits in the various rooms and courtyards of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

Madam Liao Qi was keeping herself alive with good medicine. After enduring repeated high fevers, her wounds began to heal. She had passed the dangerous period of infection. If she took good care of herself in the future, her life should be fine.

Yan Mujun, along with three carts full of thank-you gifts, was personally sent back to the Yan Mansion by Liao Yong and his sister.

Among the thank-you gifts, there was a cart of special foods from the Northern Territory. Yan Muyun asked the maids and servants to keep some for her own courtyard, and divided the rest into small portions and sent some to each courtyard.

After staying up all night for two nights in a row, Yan Muyun didn't go anywhere after returning home. She just stayed in bed and slept for a while.

When she woke up in the evening the next day, she heard the maids and servants outside greeting her. She thought Yan Muqing couldn't wait and came to find her.

Unexpectedly, the person who came to her house was Yan Muxi, who was holding a box of medical books and wanted to exchange food with her.

"I remember asking Lian Qiao to deliver five kilograms of naan bread to Jin Yuyuan yesterday. Did Second Sister eat them all?"

Yan Muxi nodded, "It's just that the cake was so sweet that I couldn't resist it! How many do you have here, third sister? Can you give me some more?"

Yan Muyun flipped through the few medical books she brought with her. Although they were all handwritten copies, they were enough to exchange for a few pounds of cheap cakes.

I wanted to give her five pounds, but when I saw the pair of bright eyes that only foodies have, I changed my mind and said, "I still have ten pounds in the yard. If you like to eat, I'll give it all to you!"

Yan Muxi's eyes curved with joy, "Okay, then I won't be polite to Third Sister! I'll send the good things to Third Sister tomorrow."

Watching the master and servants walk away happily, Yan Muyun let out a long sigh.

All the masters and servants in the whole mansion were in a state of decadence, except for Yan Muxi and his servant, who had the vigor and vitality that young people should have.

If things had continued as they were, would these lively girls have died at such a young age?

And should she cooperate with Yan Muqing and intervene in advance?