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Starry Track of Medical Fate: A Time-Traveling Love Song of Two Healers
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The smell of disinfectant exploded in Su Wan's nostrils as her grip on the glass beaker suddenly faltered. The cold liquid slipped through her fingers and pooled in her palm, like a small snake slithering across her skin. She frowned slightly and looked up towards the fume hood above the laboratory bench, where white smoke curled upwards, resembling some mysterious signal.
March 20, 2025, this date was etched in Su Wan's heart like a branding iron. It was supposed to be the day she completed her final clinical trial in the lab, but now, what swirled before her was not precision instruments but gray bricks and swirling yellow sand.
"Miss, get out of the way!" The urgent sound of hoofbeats accompanied by the stench of blood drew closer. Su Wan stumbled backward and collided into a cool embrace. The man in a dark cloak brushed against her skirt, which was dusted with medicinal powder, while his waist dagger reflected a chilling light. The scent of rust and sandalwood clung to him, as if he had just returned from the battlefield or stepped out from the dust of history. Su Wan's heart raced in her chest; she could feel the strength in his arms—a steadiness and authority born from years of combat.
"General Pei, there’s a riot of refugees ahead!" A scout's shout mixed with the sound of arrows slicing through the air reached her ears. Only then did Su Wan realize she was being pressed against the vermilion lacquer shadow wall of the general's residence. The man's jawline was taut as if carved from stone, and the collar of his fox fur coat revealed a bloodstain—evidence of recent battle. His gaze was cold and deep, like a winter pond that inspired an involuntary sense of reverence.
"Where is the military doctor?" Pei Yanzhi suddenly grasped her wrist and pulled her into Chuihua Gate. In the courtyard lay injured soldiers sprawled haphazardly; mugwort used for stopping bleeding sent up wisps of smoke on the azure bricks, filling the air with a mix of blood and herbal scents. Su Wan instinctively reached out and touched the rough calluses on his palm. This action made Pei Yanzhi raise an eyebrow slightly, but when he saw her tear open her skirt to reveal her pale thigh, gasps erupted from the surrounding soldiers.
"Bring me strong liquor!" Su Wan tore at the injured soldiers' pant legs; rotten wounds glistened with pus under the sunlight. She recalled modern surgical disinfection procedures but found only rice wine in a crude pottery jar. As she poured it over the wounds, the wounded screamed like pigs being slaughtered, their bodies thrashing violently on stretchers. Su Wan held a silver needle taken from her hair and suddenly realized: this era had no penicillin.
Pei Yanzhi quietly watched her blood-stained profile. This strangely behaving woman used a silver needle to acupuncture the wounded at Zusanli point, claiming it could alleviate tetanus spasms. As she bandaged them with strips torn from her clothing, he noticed a peculiar string of beads on her wrist—later he would learn that it was a modern electronic watch.
As twilight descended, Su Wan finally collapsed beneath a column. Ten corpses were covered with white cloths and carried out of the courtyard while miraculously, three heavily injured patients she had treated had stopped bleeding. Her fingers trembled slightly; her blood-soaked lab coat appeared particularly glaring at that moment. Pei Yanzhi's voice emerged from the shadows; he had changed out of his bloodied military uniform into a moonlight white robe that made his features appear even more austere.
Su Wan looked down at her bloodstained hands and suddenly laughed: "Do you believe me, General? I come from two thousand years later." This answer clearly caught Pei Yanzhi off guard. He stared at the electronic watch on her wrist before suddenly gripping her wrist tightly. The metal chain pinched Su Wan painfully, but then he pulled out a sheep fat jade pendant from his robe—it was exactly what she had seen in the museum: the Zhenbei General Seal.
"Follow me to the palace in three days." As Pei Yanzhi released his grip, the jade pendant rested in Su Wan's palm. "The emperor has contracted a strange illness; the Imperial Medical Bureau is at their wits' end."
The night breeze carried with it the fragrance of sophora flowers as Su Wan traced her fingers over the chilong pattern on the pendant. Suddenly, she remembered that today marked the vernal equinox in modern times. She looked up at the starry sky over Chang'an City; the position of the Big Dipper was completely different from what she remembered. At this moment, she felt as if she were in a strange world—both familiar and alien.
"How do I go back?" she murmured to herself but heard only the tinkling sound of wind chimes in the corridor. Pei Yanzhi had already walked far away; only the sound of his garments rustling in the night remained clear. Su Wan clutched tightly to the jade pendant in her hand, an inexplicable pang rising within her heart. She did not know whether this was fate's trickery or a marvelous adventure; all she could do now was seek a way home in this ancient time and space.
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