Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 30: Chapter 17 A Blue-faced Disaster_2

On this point, her views were quite similar to Zhou Mu’s, but when Zhou Mu was picky with food, she cursed with a little less conviction.

“Got it, wife,” Xiao Cui replied, helping Han Mo into the carriage.

Heyan City was neither big nor small, but after turning just two streets, Gu Changsheng and the others settled on a relatively clean inn to take up residence, comfortably having a full meal. Although it wasn’t particularly delicious, at least it was hot. Gu Changsheng sent Han Qiu to take care of the luggage and instructed Xiao Cui to check the kitchen for tasty and easy-to-preserve food. Ignoring Zhou Mu who was loitering in her room, afraid she would sneak away, she lay on the bed and reviewed the lessons of the two little ones.

Han Mo recited in a stumbling manner, occasionally losing track of words, while Little Meat Bun recited fluently without any hitches.@@novelbin@@

“Xiao Mozi, I can see it now. You just don’t have this talent,” Gu Changsheng said as she looked at Han Mo, who hung his head in distress. She quickly comforted him, “It’s all right, it’s all right. Isn’t there a saying, ‘A scholar is good for nothing else’? Just stick with me and practice your Kung Fu honestly.”

Han Mo’s face lifted in relief, and he nodded vigorously. Yet, an incongruous voice scoffed, neither loudly nor softly.

Gu Changsheng turned her face aside, “What, you disagree?”

“That’s what you call Kung Fu?” Zhou Mu scoffed again with disdain, remembering how she killed people without any set moves or routines. It was clearly a chaotic fight, injuring the enemy greatly but herself moderately.

“Buddy Mu, there’s a saying I don’t know if you’ve heard,” Gu Changsheng raised her eyebrows.

Zhou Mu gave her a cold glance and remained silent.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a white cat or a black cat, as long as it catches mice, it’s a good cat!” Gu Changsheng huffed, “What’s wrong with my Kung Fu? Killing people, escaping, and saving my life is what counts. Do you understand close combat? Judo? Taekwondo? Such ignorance.”

Indeed, she had dispatched more than a dozen people and escaped unscathed. Zhou Mu nodded in rare agreement, “Indeed, you are a good cat.”

Gu Changsheng was left breathless with indignation, about to explode, when the door suddenly banged. Her hands paused mid-stance as she heard the Waiter’s voice from outside, “Honored guest, there’s a little girl outside claiming you just bought her.”

When had she bought a servant girl? Instinctively, her thoughts flew to the bean sprout-like girl she had seen by the roadside, and her eyebrows involuntarily raised, “Tell her to leave. I have no intention of adding a maid.”

The Waiter outside responded and then “dada dada” went downstairs.

Gu Changsheng sighed. The world was full of suffering, and she had merely stumbled upon some and had the means to lend a hand. But could she really manage if she interfered with everything?

After all, she wasn’t a god!

“Mom, is it that dead sister from earlier?” Little Meat Bun lifted his head to ask.

That thought of tragic empathy vanished from Gu Changsheng’s mind, and she smacked him on the head in a fit of irritation, “How many times have I told you to pause when you speak? What dead sister? It’s the sister beside the dead person. She’s alive!”

Little Meat Bun, Gu Ze, rubbed the back of his head where he had been hit, a look of realization on his face, “Oh, Mom, is it the sister from beside the dead person earlier?”

Gu Changsheng felt helpless toward such an obedient and compliant son, pinched his chubby little face, and said kindly, “That’s right, but our Little Meat Bun is getting plumper and plumper. Once we get to Liuzhou, your mother will perform surgery on you, and you will definitely grow up to be a graceful young man.”

No longer will you have to endure the strange looks of others, no longer will you be treated as an evildoer or a disaster.

Although Zhou Mu did not understand what surgery meant, recalling past scenes, he assumed it must mean cutting off the extra flesh on Gu Ze’s neck. But could such an abnormality from birth be simply cut away and done with?

Gu Changsheng didn’t know what he was thinking; in her eyes, Zhou Mu was a persistent bother and a prison head, watching her intently to prevent her from running away again, and occasionally picking fights.

The problem was, although she always mocked him coldly and heatedly, she still found him pleasing to the eye, which really was… beyond reason!

Love for beauty is natural, but if that beauty is a living, breathing person, then one must abstain!

Gu Changsheng cast an annoyed glance at Zhou Mu, who was reading a book on the side, wearing a dark blue plain silk shirt that somehow made him look dashing and elegant. Thinking about the lean body beneath the shirt, the symmetric “tofu” blocks, and those sensual long legs, she wondered if his wound needed a new dressing?

Zhou Mu, feeling uncomfortable under her intense gaze, lifted his eyes from the page, for her stare was too fervent to ignore.

Seeing him look up, Gu Changsheng instantly snapped back to reality, raised her hand, and slapped her own mouth, scolding herself, “That’s what you get for daydreaming! If it were just a simple Iceberg Handsome Man, that would be one thing, but he is a deep-water bomb!

“Mother?” Little Meat Bun, holding the pen shaft, looked up puzzledly at Gu Changsheng, wondering why mother kept hitting herself. Didn’t it hurt?

Zhou Mu also twitched the corner of his mouth, the coldness on his face almost cracking.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing,” Gu Changsheng consoled Little Meat Bun, “Mom just has occasional cramps in her face; a little tap helps it recover.”

Gu Ze, Little Meat Bun, nodded in apparent understanding, though what he grasped was anyone’s guess. Before Gu Changsheng could ask, he confidently continued, “Every time mom looks at Uncle Wood, her face cramps up.”

Gu Changsheng’s face flushed with embarrassment as cold sweat streamed down…

Son, do we have to expose your mother’s secret like that? By doing so, you put your mother in such an awkward position!

Of course, Little Meat Bun was unaware of his mother’s inner turmoil, and lowered his head to continue practicing writing his name.

Gu Changsheng’s head couldn’t be lower; she truly couldn’t bear to look at Zhou Mu anymore. This was so humiliating! Profaning the beauty and being caught by her son, so blatantly exposing the act, she felt so ashamed she could show her face to no one. It was all due to that evildoer Zhou Mu, an enticing calamity!

Zhou Mu also paid her no attention, his cool eyes lowered, unsure of what he was thinking.

An awkward atmosphere began to linger, making Gu Changsheng wish she could find a hole to crawl into.

“Madam, Madam…” The anxious voice of Xiao Cui came from outside the door, giving Gu Changsheng a reprieve as if pardoned.