On the day the Goddess Constable arrived, Lishui City was put under lockdown.
However, Duan Yun wasn't very panicked and calmly waited for the storm to pass.
He hadn't intended to leave so early anyway, and fleeing hastily would only make him more suspect.
If he could still be found after erasing his traces so thoroughly, running farther would probably be useless; better to conserve his energy.
Moreover, he reasoned, why should he flee when he had done nothing wrong?
He had eliminated the Xuanxiong Gang precisely to avoid hiding and skulking, and he killed the County Magistrate to prevent unreasonable levies. Should the Goddess Constable insist on capturing him for it, he wouldn't mind seizing them and locking them in a cellar to share his side of the story, appealing to their emotions and reasoning.
As for whether he could match the Goddess Constable from the Qingqi Bureau, Duan Yun wasn't entirely sure.
He couldn't help but analyze: neither the experts of the Xuanxiong Gang nor those of the County Magistrate Mansion were his match, and they hadn't even forced him to use "Embrace Sparrow Tail," so he doubted the Goddess Constable would fare any better.
Hm, not even the two sisters working together would suffice.
This, indeed, gave him the opportunity to capture and reason with them.
Of course, Duan Yun didn't wish for such a thing to happen.
Imprisoning the Goddess Constable would make him resemble the Demon in "The Fall of the Goddess Constable," whereas he was a gynecologist known for his dical Practitioner's Compassionate Heart.
Since protection money was no longer being collected, Duan Yun casually opened his herbal shop.
He wasn't carrying much money, so earning a little was better than nothing.
He felt so regret for being so focused on eliminating the protection fees that he forgot to pick up money from the bodies of the deceased Xuanxiong Gang mbers.
Now that the Goddess Catcher had arrived, it was more improper for him to pick it up, and surely others had already scavenged most of it.
According to the gossip he heard, after he decimated the Xuanxiong Gang, the few remaining fools fought each other over their accounts and then vanished.
Looking at his modest and deserted shop, Duan Yun once again felt his career as a gynecologist was sowhat of a failure.
Barely two regular custors.
His father left too abruptly, and he, being too young and not trusted, coupled with the low demand for gynecology, lacked custors—which was sowhat understandable.
Thinking about the effects of Jade Sword Stance and breathing exercises, Duan Yun considered whether to take on treating kidney deficiencies as a side job.
That prospect certainly had a broader audience.
As dusk approached, Duan Yun stood up to close the shop, but soone rushed in just as he was halfway through the door.
"Doctor Duan, my Young Master requests your imdiate assistance to save a life!"
Duan Yun recognized the servant; he was from the Zhao family in the west of the city.
Young Master Zhao and Young Madam Zhao were among the few regular clients he had.
Before Young Madam Zhao's marriage, her mother had highly regarded the dical skills of Duan Yun's father, hence she had always been fond of the Duan Family's herbal shop.
After marrying Young Master Zhao and becoming the Young Madam, and even when she was pregnant, she didn't mind the inexperienced Young Doctor Duan attending her several tis.
It was after treating Young Madam Zhao that Duan Yun got into trouble on his way to buy vegetables.
Recalling the events, Duan Yun realized that most of the respect he felt as a gynecologist ca from Young Master Zhao and Young Madam Zhao.
One could say they were the most precious and important clients of his dical career.
Duan Yun promptly asked, "What happened?"
"The Madam can't give birth, and the midwife is out of thods. The Young Master has heard that you talked about a procedure called caesarean section and specifically sent for you to co!"
The servant seed extrely anxious, nearly crying, which suggested that the situation was dire.
Duan Yun had learned about caesarean sections, but even Old Doctor Gu, who passed down the thod, never actually perford one in his lifeti—boasting would have to reach back to so ancestor.
However, now Duan Yun wanted to try.
Performing a caesarean, stopping bleeding, and suturing were all technical tasks. They might have been overwhelming challenges for him in the past, but now he had practiced swordplay and even taken lives.
Moreover, he had already validated the ancestral caesarean technique with dical knowledge from his past life, believing it to be largely feasible.
"Doctor Duan, hurry! If we delay any further, the Lady will be lost," the servant said with a sobbing voice.
Without hesitation, Duan Yun grabbed his dical bag and two knives, replying, "Lead the way."
The servant quickly ran ahead, with Duan Yun following, who then ended up carrying the servant as they raced on.
In a mont, the servant felt as if they were slicing through the wind, and the rushing air blurred his eyes.
Could Young Doctor Duan really run this fast?
It didn't take long to arrive at Zhao's Mansion.
"Doctor Duan has arrived! Doctor Duan has arrived!" the servant called out while trotting.
Then, a young man clad in blue rushed to et them, anxiously saying, "Doctor Duan, my Lady..."
Duan Yun responded, "Let's assess the situation first."
Young Master Zhao hurriedly led him to an adjacent room.
Inside, maids and a midwife stood by the bed, drenched in sweat, and on the bed lay a young woman nearly unconscious.
Duan Yun observed the situation and knew the laboring woman no longer had the strength to give birth naturally; a caesarean was required.
Yet he was sowhat nervous.
After all, this was his first ti.
Beside him, Young Master Zhao, seeing his wife's faint state, urgently asked, "Doctor Duan, what do we do?"
The midwife, noticing the youth of the doctor summoned by Young Master Zhao, quickly warned, "Don't ss this up, or we'll lose both mother and child."
Duan Yun solemnly said, "Dragging this out will surely lose them both; a caesarean is necessary."
"What, a caesarean?" The midwife was taken aback.
She had been delivering babies in the city for many years and had never heard of such a thod used by respectable people.
"I must see the Lady!" the midwife exclaid excitedly.
"Shut up."
Duan Yun said one sentence, then turned to Young Master Zhao and said, "Young Master Zhao, I cannot guarantee success. It's your decision whether to proceed or not."
Young Master Zhao, wiping the sweat from his forehead, clenched his teeth and said, "Do it!"
"Alright, you stay behind and have the servants prepare hot water, scissors, needles, and thread," Duan Yun ordered.
Faced with the Young Madam on the brink of death, he knew he could no longer delay.
The blade was heated on the flas, giving off a cold light.
Just like when practicing with a sword, once Duan Yun began, he entered a state of utter focus.
The chilling blade touched the woman's swollen belly in an instant, and with one slice -
Duan Yun's hands were remarkably steady, and his knife moved swiftly, as if it were a flash of lightning.
The mont a six-inch incision appeared, Duan Yun's hand was already inside.
Inside the room, the midwife and Young Master Zhao dared not even breathe loudly, while the maidservant had already been frightened into trembling and couldn't bear to watch any longer.
Outside, the Old Lady paced back and forth frantically.
She always felt that the doctor her son had hired was not very reliable.
Too young.
The experienced midwife that she had hired was unable to do anything, so what could this barely grown doctor do?
But suddenly, the cry of a newborn baby rang out sharply, causing the old woman's pacing to freeze in place.
Was it birth?
Was the child born?
Skillfully cutting the umbilical cord, Duan Yun was imrsed in the fluidity of the process.
He held the newborn baby, who had just been coaxed into crying with a pat, while he sewed up the Young Madam with his other hand.
At that mont, he said to the shocked midwife beside him, "Here, take the child."
After the midwife hastily took the child, Duan Yun was already knotting the end of the thread.
After this practice, Duan Yun realized so of the plots in martial arts novels were not purely fabricated; for example, after striking a quick sword to seal the throat, it would take a short while for the person to react before a faint blood line would appear on the throat.
If the blade was swift and sharp enough, the cut would be very narrow and might not even cause much pain imdiately.
After suturing the incision, Duan Yun began to wash his hands.
Listening to the baby's cries and the relatively stable breathing of the woman beside him, he felt that he was indeed a qualified obstetrician that day.
No, not just qualified, but excellent!
Young Master Zhao looked at his wife's belly, now stitched with a bow tie knot, and suddenly burst into tears.
Tears of extre joy.
He and Duan Yun were not familiar with each other; it had been the Young Madam's idea to let Young Doctor Duan co to provide dical treatnt.
And this ti too, it had been the Young Madam's intention before she fell unconscious.
Actually, it was a gamble to entrust the lives of his wife and child to a young doctor, and it wasn't easy—it required great pressure to bear.
Luckily, they had bet correctly!
Young Doctor Duan was truly a trustworthy and good doctor!
"The Lady needs to rest quietly, eat well, and not catch a cold; I will co to remove the stitches in five days," Duan Yun said gently as he took the pulse.
He could feel the joy of the family.
He was also quite pleased.
This was probably the most fulfilling day of his career as a doctor so far.
That sense of achievent peaked when he received fifty taels of silver as a dical fee.
The servant, seeing that Duan Yun was in a good mood after receiving the dical fee, couldn't help but smile stupidly.
It really was a false alarm today; he thought the Lady and the young master were really gone.
Indeed, many things in life are no more beautiful than the phrase "a false alarm."
Duan Yun patted the servant's shoulder and congratulated Young Master Zhao before he left.
The sky was drizzling, and Duan Yun walked briskly along the way.
He suddenly realized that saving people also made him quite happy, even happier than killing soone a few days ago.
In his mind, he involuntarily recalled a saying from his previous life—"With thunderous thods, reveal a benevolent heart."
His thods were not thunderous, and his heart was not that of a Bodhisattva, but he still managed to do what he wanted with his own strength.
All these changes were thanks to that secret book he bought for a di.
Without the "Jade Sword True Understanding," he might still be a nodding, barely surviving gynecologist at present.
Thinking of the straightforward annotations in the secret book, Duan Yun felt a touch of warmth.
Clearly, the predecessor who wrote those annotations had the heart of a Bodhisattva and wanted the secret book to be passed down, thereby changing the lives of many more people.
He was one of the beneficiaries.
Duan Yun had decided that he would do the sa in the future.
He would also spread the teachings of the "Jade Sword True Understanding," which he, a Sword Dao prodigy, had perfected, and which were not lacking in power.
Then, there would be many good people in the world like him.
In that case, evil would be suppressed, and good would be promoted.
As Duan Yun walked on the way ho, a nascent concept of "dical Practitioner's Compassionate Heart, Spreading Martial Arts to the World" gradually took shape in his mind.
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