A horse tore down the main road, galloping relentlessly as if with no destination in mind, forcing passersby to scatter in its wake, raising clouds of dust and a flurry of curses and complaints. Only before a hill did the beast finally rein in, slowing to a gentle stop.

Beneath the charcoal-black cloak, the man on horseback stared down at the village nestled below the crest. "Young Master," five more horses caught up behind him, their riders winded and somewhat disheveled.

"How are you so slow?" Chang Yuncheng frowned at them, his expression clearly displeased. The men lowered their heads in shame.

"Following me, and you still look this pathetic!" Chang Yuncheng declared, throwing the words over his shoulder before kicking his heels and pressing onward. They quickly urged their mounts to follow, thankful he hadn't bolted again at full speed.

At the entrance to Biyun Manor, the Second Wife of the Liu family placed a pair of delicate embroidered shoes, knelt, bowed her head deeply, and then rose and hurried away. "Look, that's the mother of the child who was cured..." "It's true, he's really cured..." Villagers standing nearby pointed and murmured amongst themselves.

"Hurry, go over there and burn some incense..." "I heard if you take a handful of the soil back and mix it with water to drink, it can cure illness..." Accompanied by these whispers, a steady stream of people approached the manor. Of course, they dared not light incense at the main gate, instead piling up small mounds of earth along the perimeter walls on either side and sticking the incense into them.

"What in the world is going on?" Chang Yuncheng led his horse, gazing at the scene before him, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Young Master, shall I go inside and inquire?" one of the attendants whispered.

Chang Yuncheng let out a cold snort through his nose. "Inquire?

What is there to ask? What trickery are they playing!

Does this Lord care for it?" With that, he swung back onto his saddle, reining the horse around. "Dream on!

Whatever games you're playing inside or out, you won't fool me!" Having spoken, he did not spare another glance in that direction, cracked his whip, and spurred his horse into a rapid departure. The attendants dared not delay, scrambling desperately to follow, causing a sudden commotion of neighing horses and shouting men near the gate.

"Such nonsense! Move away, move away!

What place is this, daring to cause trouble again!" The manor gates were flung open, and seeing the people clustered by the wall, the servants immediately drove them back. "Disperse at once, or we’ll send you to the magistrate!" Four or five men holding staves shouted, their faces grim.

Those burning incense immediately scattered with a rush. Compared to facing the magistrate, these people feared offending the Immortals more, and they quickly fled.

"Young Madam," a distressed Kang Pozi said to Qi Yue, who had walked out, looking at the discarded pair of shoes. Qi Yue looked down at the embroidered shoes kicked to the side; Ah Ru picked them up.

"Actually, I didn't do much," she said, then looked at the haphazardly stuck incense and scattered offerings in the corners of the walls, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on her face. It was just the simplest form of artificial respiration; perhaps that child was not fated to die.

The thought of relieving dehydration, only for the medicine the Second Wife of Liu had administered initially to take effect, actually brought such shock from the villagers, it truly made her feel sheepish. Even without the medicine, she still possessed knowledge—some basic first-aid and nursing knowledge that modern doctors often lacked—which in certain moments could indeed save a life.

"Young Madam, those must be from the Second Wife of Liu," Ah Ru speculated, looking at the embroidered shoes in her hand. "I saw her secretly comparing the size of her shoes to yours." Qi Yue took them, her fingers brushing the silk.

Having been a doctor for so many years, she had received countless gifts—cash bribes, local specialties. Initially, she had felt thrilled, then anxious, but gradually she became accustomed to it, just as she had grown accustomed to life and death, accustomed to treating illness with procedure, prescribed examinations, prescribed diagnoses, and prescribed medications.

She looked upon the patient's recovery or demise with a detached, perhaps even cold, expression; to her, it was as mundane as eating, drinking, or sleeping—it evoked no feeling. Never in her life had she expected that by performing a few small, insignificant acts in this strange time and place, she would gain a state of mind she had never known before.

How long had it been since she felt excitement over curing an illness? "Moon, what exactly is the Yidao (The Way of Medicine)?" "Yidao?

Dad, what strange scholarship are you pondering now? Stop being so cryptic all day.

If you have time, take me into surgery..." "To master the art of medicine, it's not just about honing your technical skills." "Dad, here you go again..." Qi Yue looked up at the sky, a flawless azure, clear as a gemstone, untainted by pollution. "The Way of Medicine," she murmured, "is the way of humanity, putting the human heart first." With these two incidents, and realizing the Young Madam had a gentle nature, some bolder villagers dared to seek her out.

"You have rheumatism; listen to the physician, take your medicine properly," Qi Yue said after carefully examining the old man's leg. "Madam, prescribe me some medicine," the old man said, refusing to believe her, kneeling down to plead hesitantly.

"Truly, I cannot cure this, nor do I know how to prescribe medicine here. Your illness is chronic; you need maintenance care." Qi Yue felt a strange mix of helplessness and a wry smile, yet she still thoughtfully considered the proper care and precautions for rheumatism, explaining them meticulously to the elder.

The old man recorded every word as if receiving divine instructions, though he remained deeply disappointed that Qi Yue offered no pills. Kang Pozi, standing nearby, grew impatient; if not for the fact that he was the village head, she wouldn't have allowed him inside.

The old man finally rose, walking away with a mixture of belief and doubt, moving with agonizing slowness. "Old Zhang San, can't you walk any faster?

Yesterday you were driving oxen across the hills, and today you shuffle like you're dying." Kang Pozi laughed. "You all have good fortune," the old man grumbled, dragging his feet reluctantly.

"Guarding this sacred, immortal haven—it took me so much effort to come and partake; how could I bear to rush away." This remark amused the servants, and several of the younger male servants, being familiar with him, playfully shoved him along. The old man, highly dissatisfied, ended up snatching a handful of earth from the corner outside the wall before departing.

"There are so many illnesses I genuinely cannot treat," Qi Yue laughed to Ah Ru. "Please, don't let any more of these people through the door.

Tell them to seek out the local doctors properly, take the medicine they are prescribed, lest their treatment be delayed—that would be my sin." Ah Ru nodded. "Young Madam, why can't you treat them?

I feel like you know everything," she couldn't help asking. "I know...

I know..." Qi Yue scratched her head. "But there is no medicine," Ah Ru finished her sentence, smiling.

Qi Yue burst into laughter. "It's because I don't know how to use the medicine here.

Healing ultimately requires medication, and my supply is used up. Well, I don't know how to prescribe your local medicine, so naturally, I can't help," she explained.

Ah Ru nodded. "Young Madam, that child had stopped breathing.

Why did you blow breath into him, and he lived again?" she asked, still curious about another matter. "That," Qi Yue chuckled, "is called artificial respiration.

When a person suffers a sudden trauma, their autonomous breathing might cease abruptly. At that moment, the person isn't truly dead yet; you just need to assist them in breathing again." Ah Ru looked on with utter fascination.

"It’s actually very simple," Qi Yue said with a smile, demonstrating on herself. "Like this, like this, mouth-to-mouth inflation, and pressing the heart..." Ah Ru smiled shyly.

"Servant girl can't learn it," she said. "You can learn it.

It’s very simple," Qi Yue insisted. "Young Madam is so skilled, yet you always say you can't help or save people," Ah Ru commented.

Qi Yue sat in the courtyard, basking in the warm sunlight, and sighed. "Born in the wrong era," she lamented.

Ah Ru let out a small giggle, and Qi Yue smiled back at her. "I chose the wrong path.

If I had known I would end up here, I would have studied Traditional Chinese Medicine," she joked. "TCM?

What is TCM? Are there other kinds of medicine?" Ah Ru asked, intrigued.

"Yes, TCM is what our ancestors passed down. In my world, there is also medicine passed down from foreign lands, the West, called Western Medicine," Qi Yue explained.

Seeing Ah Ru looked confused, she offered an analogy: "It's like the fish we ate last night. It can be steamed, or it can be braised.

Both are ways of eating; the method is just different." Ah Ru suddenly understood with an "Oh." "Then, which one is more powerful? Yours must be the most powerful, right, Young Madam?" she pressed.

Qi Yue laughed, rubbing her neck. "Each has its merits, each has its strengths.

You can't compare them," she said, rubbing her hands to change the subject. "Let's not talk about that; let's discuss how, after being here so long, we can actually get back." This was a daunting topic, and both mistress and maid frowned, their expressions heavy with worry.

"Young Madam, people from the residence have arrived!" a maidservant announced from outside the door. More people?

Qi Yue and Ah Ru exchanged a look. "Young Madam," a young maidservant entered from outside, carrying a large bundle on her arm, bowing respectfully.

"It's Ah Jin," Ah Ru exclaimed happily, quickly stepping forward to take the bundle. Ah Jin looked up and smiled at them.

"Auntie sent me to check on the Young Madam. I brought some things for combing hair and washing faces.

The weather is getting colder, and here are hand warmers and foot warmers." She kowtowed and presented the bundle on the ground. Ah Ru quickly accepted it, and Qi Yue asked her to rise.

"Thank you for remembering, Auntie," she said with a smile. "Young Madam, Auntie has already explained the circumstances to the Marquis.

The Marquis has also disciplined the Young Master. The Young Master will come to see you in a few days," Ah Jin stood up and informed them.

"Really?" Ah Ru asked, surprised and delighted. Ah Jin nodded.

"Why would I lie to you about that?" she laughed, then turned to Qi Yue. "Young Madam, Auntie also asked me to pass a message to you..." Another message?

Qi Yue gave a soft 'oh.' "I'll go check what the kitchen is preparing for the meal. Since you’re here, you should try some of the local game; it’s rare to taste in the manor.

The food itself isn't unusual, it's just the novelty," Ah Ru said cheerfully. "Then I'll trouble you, older sister," Ah Jin replied with a quick smile.

Ah Ru left with a smile. "Please sit.

You must be tired after the journey," Qi Yue invited warmly. Seeing her kind demeanor, Ah Jin became visibly emotional.

"The Young Madam is just as she was before, but it hasn't been convenient for this servant to visit you these past few years," she said, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Qi Yue inwardly gasped, Wow, another person with a hidden past story!

Recommendation: Wei Feng's "Family Matters"—it's quite substantial, and updates have been extremely punctual lately. Originally, You Lin thought her life after crossing over would remain this mundane, but not only did a primary mistress appear to destroy her parents' relationship, but constant secondary mistresses kept popping up, threatening to ruin her own marriage.

Come if you must, who is afraid of whom? You Lin refuses to believe that with two lives' worth of experience, she cannot sculpt a man into a good husband...