“What do you know!”
Song Qingchao tightened her grip on the knife in her hand.
“Heroine! Don’t get agitated! I transmigrated!” Lin Tingwan shouted with her eyes closed, her face flushed from lack of oxygen.
This was followed by violent coughing.
“Now you know my secret. Don’t worry, I won’t reveal your matters.”
Lin Tingwan spoke quickly, afraid that if she was any slower, the knife in Song Qingchao’s hand would fall.
She covered her mouth, trying hard to stop the coughing.
But she couldn’t control it.
Song Qingchao cautiously stared at the young girl before her, who was slightly hunched over from coughing, and then shifted her knife slightly.
She lowered her guard a little towards this person named Lin Tingwan. Although she didn’t understand what “transmigrated” meant, just as she hadn’t understood the efficacy of her spatial ability and had died a miserable life before.
After Lin Tingwan recovered slightly, she took a step back, clutching her chest, “My illness is contagious, so it’s better we keep our distance.”
She pointed to the artemisia on the ground, “With so many medicinal herbs in your spatial ability, are you a doctor?”
Song Qingchao became more suspicious, and the knife in her hand moved again.
Cold sweat broke out on Lin Tingwan’s forehead, “Heroine, why are you so easily agitated? I was just asking. If you don’t want to say, then don’t, but could you please let me go…”
Song Qingchao chuckled softly, “Let me ask you, what does it mean to transmigrate?”
This time, it was Lin Tingwan’s turn to be stunned.
However, she quickly reacted and tentatively asked the secret code that all transmigrators would know, “The square of X, plus or minus Y?”
But Song Qingchao’s response was a gleaming knife.
At this, Lin Tingwan became completely honest.
“Since you have a spatial ability, you must be able to understand strange things like this. Transmigrating means I am from another world, and my soul has occupied this body. However, I transmigrated early, when this body was only five or six years old. I grew up in this world, so I can be considered half a native.”
She chattered on, telling Song Qingchao many things.
Finally, Song Qingchao managed to understand what transmigration was.
She accepted it quickly, as she herself was reborn.
In form, it was soul regression, reversing time.
Seeing that the young girl had told her so much, and wanting to enlist her as an ally.
Song Qingchao felt that this person might survive.
With her here, it would be easier for her to do things.
Some of the concepts in the books in her spatial ability were not yet fully understood.
But her intuition told her that Lin Tingwan, who was in front of her, would understand.
However, she didn’t expect the topic to eventually circle back to the pile of herbs on the ground.
“Heroine, I also know medicine. Can you give me some of these?” Lin Tingwan cautiously tested Song Qingchao, but she didn’t dare to get too close.
After all, this heroine was too easily agitated!
Song Qingchao gave her a strange look, “You know medicine?”
Lin Tingwan nodded vigorously, almost shaking her hairpins loose.
“Are you also formulating a prescription for epidemic diseases?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Lin Tingwan’s eyes sparkled, “I have a clue!”
After saying that, she muttered, “There weren’t many herbs at home. I used to buy them directly when I went out. I didn’t expect that the Chang family has now monopolized the herbs.”
She clenched her small fists tightly in anger, shaking them a few times.
Song Qingchao turned her face away, feeling a bit awkward.
It wasn’t impossible to give Lin Tingwan some herbs.
Moreover, Lin Tingwan knew medicine.
Perhaps she could help Bai You’an.
And she had a bold guess.
Lin Tingwan was the legendary medical ghost.
Song Qingchao quickly straightened her expression, “Miss Lin, you said you transmigrated, and you know many things that people here don’t, right?”
“Yes.” Lin Tingwan answered affirmatively. “I know the general idea of the prescription, but I lack the dosage and precise ingredients. This world and my world have some discrepancies in certain things.”
She spread her hands helplessly, “I don’t have a golden finger, so I can only rely on what I remember.”
Lin Tingwan pointed to her head, her expression helpless.
Song Qingchao lowered her head and began to ponder, “So, you know what can cure diseases?”
Lin Tingwan hummed, then dejectedly sat down and bit her hand, “I can only say I have an impression. I am in Western medicine. Although I have dabbled in Chinese medicine over the years, I still can’t figure out how to do it.”
She picked up her knife to leave, but Lin Tingwan grabbed her, her voice somewhat choked, “Heroine, why are you leaving? This artemisia… I still want to try if it can work…”
Song Qingchao glanced at her, “Wait for me here.”
She turned around, directly collected the herbs, then took out the few medical books she had found beforehand and threw them to Lin Tingwan.
Lin Tingwan, who had been crying about the lack of herbs,
was stunned the next second when she saw the books in her hands.
“This is what I wanted!”
Song Qingchao stood there nonchalantly, but her heart also felt relieved.
It seemed that professional matters should be handled by professionals.
Some things couldn’t be understood just by studying them.
After all, she had read these books…
Lin Tingwan, who had been overjoyed, suddenly deflated when she saw Song Qingchao staring at her like that. She turned her face away, pretending nothing had happened as she tidied her hair.
As expected of a native, her demeanor, honed by etiquette and upbringing, was truly extraordinary…
Song Qingchao curved her lips and stepped forward, “Since you say you understand medical principles, why don’t you come back with me? Where I am, there are two renowned physicians. One specializes in what you call clinical practice, and the other is more academic. Both are rare talents, and they have already made some progress without even knowing the specifics of the illness.”
She paused and said, “If Miss Lin can join, then the prescription should be formulated very quickly.”
Lin Tingwan asked doubtfully, “But I don’t understand Chinese medicine.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Song Qingchao continued to persuade her, “Only you know when this illness is most life-threatening, and only you know what symptoms indicate improvement. With talent like yours, the two renowned physicians can dedicate themselves wholeheartedly to developing the prescription, don’t you think?”
She coughed lightly twice, “And there are also many other books, perhaps you’ll find what you’re looking for there too?”
Lin Tingwan was finally swayed by Song Qingchao’s words.
She fiddled with her fingers, then bit her lip and looked at Song Qingchao’s calm face, finally nodding resolutely, “Alright, I’ll go with you!”
Song Qingchao immediately smiled, “That’s right.”
She led Lin Tingwan down the mountain and found the little red horse she had ridden.
With a swing of her leg, she mounted it, looking quite dashing.
Lin Tingwan was so surprised that her eyes widened.
Song Qingchao offered her a hand, “Get on.”
Lin Tingwan pointed at herself, looking dazed, “I don’t know how.”
“It’s alright.”
Song Qingchao raised an eyebrow, bent over, and pulled the person onto the horse.
Lin Tingwan screamed in fright, clinging tightly to Song Qingchao’s arm and not letting go, not even daring to open her eyes.
“I’m a very good rider, you don’t need to be afraid.”
Song Qingchao comforted her. Sensing that the person in her arms had relaxed, she squeezed the horse’s belly with her legs and shot forward like a gust of wind.