"Is this the end of the tomb?" Yun Sheng hesitated as she looked around. There were no other exits or doors.
Clang, clang!
At this moment, Yun Sheng heard a melodious sound from the guqin. The strings of the guqin that was empty started to vibrate and play by itself.
The sound of the zither was very low at first, but it slowly became gentle like a gurgling stream. Then, the sound of the zither went from low to high, becoming loud and powerful. Yunsheng and Ye Beiming were both people who knew how to play the zither, but the two of them had never heard such a beautiful zither sound. The sound of the zither seemed to have played into their hearts.
All the troubles in the world disappeared. The Eight Wastelands and the Boundless World disappeared.
Unknowingly, the two of them closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the sound of the guqin.
Gradually, the surrounding environment changed. The guqin disappeared, and so did the everlasting lamp.
When Yun Sheng came to her senses, she realized that she had already left the tomb.
"Where is this?" Yun Sheng was shocked as she looked around.
There was a strong herbal fragrance, and there was a television playing. There were short tables and chairs, and a lonely single bed.
Everything around her was neat and tidy. It looked so familiar, yet so strange.
Yun Sheng's heart jumped. She opened her eyes and realized that this was the Chinese medicine clinic that she had lived in for more than twenty years.
She had returned to … the modern world. This was China.
"Am I dreaming? Or is this all an illusion? "Yun Sheng pinched herself hard. It was so painful that she almost cried.
She flipped through the tables and chairs again. At a familiar spot, she found a remote control for the television. After a series of random presses, the channels kept changing.
"Dark Thorns." Yun Sheng was still unwilling to give up. She began chanting. There was no Mana, no magic.
Everything was real. It was not an illusion or a dream. She had really returned to the modern world.
Yun Sheng's heart suddenly felt empty. She sat down dejectedly, her mind spinning.
The calendar on the wall had already flipped three days.
It had been three days since Yun Sheng returned to the modern world.
In these three days, her mind had been constantly recalling everything that had happened on the Boundless Continent.
After so many times, she couldn't even tell whether it was all a dream or not.
Whenever she thought of Night Fox and her family and friends in the Boundless World, she felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.
Every day, when she lay down and opened her eyes, the first thing she wished was that she had returned to the Grand Emperor's Ancient Tomb. However, she was disappointed time and time again.
If it weren't for Yun Sheng's mental fortitude far surpassing that of ordinary people, she was afraid that she would have collapsed to the point of going to see a psychiatrist.
In the past few days, Yun Sheng had also checked repeatedly and found that the time she was at was a few days after the explosion of the taxi.
However, no matter how she searched on the Internet or flipped through the newspapers, there were no reports about the explosion of the taxi and the death of the driver and passenger on the spot.
On the fourth day, Yun Sheng finally believed that she had indeed returned to the modern world and that everything that had happened in the past could have been a dream.
A dream … Yun Sheng smiled bitterly and finally accepted this reality. The small clinic also began to operate as usual.
Many patients came to the small clinic every day. After Yun Sheng finished receiving the patients, she would close the door as usual. The days repeated. On the weekend, she received a call from the Municipal First People's Hospital.
"Doctor Yan, the hospital has a case of malignant brain tumor. This case is very difficult. The hospital's expert team hopes that you can personally perform the surgery." Other than running the small clinic, Yun Sheng was also a specialist doctor in the Municipal First People's Hospital. The hospital would only contact her when there was a special case.
This kind of surgery was either very difficult and no doctor dared to do it, or the other party was a big shot and no one dared to accept it for fear of bearing the responsibility.
The special case this time was obviously the former.
The patient's malignant tumor was growing on the main cerebral artery. If it wasn't handled properly, it was very likely that the patient would die from cerebral hemorrhage.
Yun Sheng rushed to the Municipal First People's Hospital and was informed that the surgery was scheduled for one in the afternoon.
"This is the patient's information. His malignant tumor is in the middle to late stage. Fortunately, it was discovered early. This is the patient's past medical history and basic condition. "On the way to the operating room, the assistant doctor handed the information related to the surgery to Yun Sheng.
When she opened the file, Yun Sheng's gaze paused.
The three words "Liu Minglang" jumped into her eyes.
How could it be him?
"This patient is quite pitiful. He is a medical doctor who came back from the United States. He was just hired as a guest specialist not long ago. A few days ago, he suddenly had acute appendicitis. After he was sent to the hospital for surgery, a brain tumor was discovered," the assistant doctor said nonchalantly.
"Doctor, please save my fiancé." A young woman rushed over.
She grabbed Yun Sheng's hand. When she saw Yun Sheng's face clearly, the woman screamed in shock.
"It's you. How could it be you? Yan Yun Sheng, why are you here? "Qian Weiwei didn't expect that the person who treated Minglang's illness was his ex-girlfriend.
"You can't operate on Minglang. You'll kill him." Qian Weiwei hated Yun Sheng. If it weren't for her, Minglang wouldn't have suddenly had appendicitis and wouldn't have been diagnosed with brain cancer.
This woman was a jinx.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to operate on him." When Yun Sheng saw Qian Weiwei, she felt disgusted.
Although she didn't have any feelings for Liu Minglang, she wasn't broad-minded enough to operate on a scumbag.
A doctor was also a human. She couldn't return good for evil.
"If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. How great do you think you are? You're just a broken shoe that Minglang doesn't want. Any doctor would be a thousand times better than you. Who do you think you are? You're just a Mongolian doctor in a broken clinic. What's wrong with a city hospital? Do you think we don't pay enough money to let someone like you do the surgery? "Qian Weiwei's official temper flared up on the spot.
"This family member, please pay attention to your words. Dr. Yan is recognized by the Chinese Medical Association and the International Red Cross as the best all-round specialist. She is also a specialist specially hired by our hospital. If you insult her, it's equivalent to insulting our entire medical profession. The city hospital doesn't welcome you. "Seeing Yun Sheng being insulted for no reason, the doctors and nurses in the hospital were dissatisfied.
They all knew Dr. Yan. She was young, but her medical theory and clinical experience were very rich.
"If you don't welcome me, then you don't welcome me. I'll call my father and ask him to transfer Minglang to the hospital in the capital." Qian Weiwei didn't expect that these people would speak up for Yun Sheng. She was so angry that she took out her phone and dialed the number of the director's father.
"Hello, Dad, I want to transfer Minglang to …" After a few words, Qian Weiwei's face was full of pride.
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