Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 116 Chang'an in October
In October, the maple leaves in Chang'an are golden in the northern fields.

On Lingzhao Street, the north wind blew leaves across the street, and pedestrians wrapped their leather jackets tighter around themselves. The elderly, who were not very resistant to the cold, even dug out their old cotton-padded coats and put them on early.

In the bustling crowd, a thin and frail figure stood out. In the biting cold wind, he wore only a simple black short-sleeved shirt and trousers. His exposed arms were so thin that the veins bulged, and his shoulder blades were prominently displayed on his back.

He walked aimlessly and extremely slowly, his steps faltering. His once sharp and striking features now gave off a sense of decadence and decay. His face was unnaturally pale, his lips were bluish, and there wasn't an ounce of extra flesh on his face, as if he were terminally ill and about to breathe his last.

He seemed oblivious to the cold, or rather, he was numb from the cold.

His long, black, messy hair was haphazardly draped over his shoulders, and his expression was blank and dazed, making him look like a mental patient who had just been released from a mental hospital.

The adults holding the children all moved away from the location of that person without prior arrangement.

As I turned the corner, a tall woman suddenly appeared in front of me, hurrying along. She was adjusting her scarf, which had been blown about by the wind, and by the time she realized someone was in front of her, it was too late to brake.

The two collided solidly. The woman staggered and took a step back to steady herself, while the person she bumped into fell straight backward.

With a loud thud, without any cushioning, the man's head slammed solidly into the ground.

Jiang Lu stared wide-eyed in disbelief, "What the heck? Are you trying to scam me?"

The people on the ground did not react.

I hope I didn't fall and die!

Jiang Lu was puzzled. She quickly squatted down, patted the man's face, and pinched his philtrum. "Hey! Are you still alive? Wake up!"

Still no response.

Jiang Lu reached out and checked his carotid artery and nasal breathing, then breathed a sigh of relief. "He's breathing, and his pulse is normal. He should be fine for now."

I cursed my bad luck in my heart, but I couldn't just leave her on the street like that. Luckily, she had her car with her today.

She was surprised when she helped the person up from the ground. The person looked quite tall, so why was he so light?

Jiang Lu contacted a friend in the emergency department of the city hospital, and sent the person there to have the bump on the back of their head treated first, and then gave them a full-body check-up.

"How is it?" Jiang Lu asked.

Her friend, holding the lab reports and films, looked astonished. "Where did you pick this person up from? Moderate anemia is one thing, but her internal organs are failing too."

"Oh? That's terrible." Jiang Lu was also surprised and recounted how she found the person.

Her friend also thought she must have misfortune because she hadn't checked the almanac before going out today and had taken the wrong step. So she patted her on the shoulder to comfort her, "I've arranged everything for you. Transfer to internal medicine. Oh, by the way, here's his ID card in his pocket."

Jiang Lu took it and saw two characters written on the name: "Yu Mu," and the date of birth was September 12, 1983. "Wow, he's still a child."

She herself was born in 75, and this person was eight years younger than her, so in her eyes he really was a child.

"Sigh~" Jiang Lu sighed. She finally got a day off, but this happened.

Zhang Wuxun opened his eyes and looked at the snow-white ceiling above him, his expression somewhat blank.

The nurse who was changing his IV drip noticed out of the corner of her eye that he was awake. She exclaimed "Oh!" and immediately ran out to find the attending physician.

The doctor first checked his pupillary reflexes, then measured his heart rate and blood pressure. He then held up a finger in front of his eyes and asked, "How many is this?"

Zhang Wuxun's eyes flickered, and he was about to speak when he found his throat dry, parched, and painful.

He let out two hoarse "ha" sounds, but couldn't make a sound at all, so he simply gave up and asked the doctor with his eyes what was wrong.

The doctor comforted him, saying, "You've been unconscious for over half a month, so it's normal that you can't make a sound right now. With some rehabilitation exercises, you'll recover quickly."

Zhang Wuxun nodded, watched the doctors and nurses leave, and then quickly closed his eyes.

His mind was blank, and it took a while for his memories to slowly return.

"Oh my god, you've finally woken up."

A clear female voice rang in his ear. Zhang Wuxun opened his eyes and looked over in confusion. A slender, fair hand reached out and waved in front of Zhang Wuxun's eyes. "Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you stupid?"

Zhang Wuxun stared at Jiang Lu's face for a few seconds, then his pupils suddenly contracted. The face of the middle-aged woman in his memory, who was gentle and kind yet cunning, gradually overlapped with the face of the person in front of him.

"Old sh..." Zhang Wuxun opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back in the end.

Before transmigrating, Zhang Wuxun had studied medicine under Jiang Lu for a long time. At that time, Jiang Lu was already a top figure in the domestic medical industry, and the family specially invited her to teach the younger generation medical knowledge.

A row of thirteen- or fourteen-year-old kids, like cabbages to be picked over, were scalpels slicing across a hot, fresh piece of pigskin. Jiang Lu circled around twice before finally choosing only Zhang Wuxun and another girl.

Her reasoning at the time was that the two children had the most stable hands, and the most important things for surgery are a stable mind, stable hands, and a stable person.

Unfortunately, the girl in the end inherited her mantle, while Zhang Wuxun chose a profession that was more suitable for her.

Unexpectedly, after crossing time and space, Zhang Wuxun was able to see her again, albeit in her younger days. This coincidence was truly surprising, and it also brought a touch of the helplessness of a mischievous student facing a teacher.

Seeing the child staring at her without blinking, Jiang Lu snapped her fingers and said, "Hey! What are you grinning about? Are you really stupid?"

Zhang Wuxun instantly suppressed his upturned lips and shook his head expressionlessly.

"Why is this kid so serious?" Jiang Lu chuckled, poured a glass of water and placed it on the table, then sat down in her chair and crossed her legs. "Let me tell you..."

Zhang Wuxun remembered that when Jiang Lu was giving them practical lessons, she always had a catchphrase before she was about to launch into a long lecture: "Let me tell you something." All you had to do was listen attentively. But if she noticed you were daydreaming, she would come up with all sorts of strange ways to give you a little lesson. The punishments she gave were almost always related to corpses.

Zhang Wuxun was once punished by sleeping on the same dissection table as the corpse he had personally dissected that day, for an entire night.

Jiang Lu loved to talk. Before Zhang Wu could even ask, she had already rattled off the whole story. Finally, she mysteriously guessed, "Kid, did you lack social experience when you came out to work and get lured into a shady factory by those shady employment agencies to be exploited and oppressed?"

Zhang Wuxun looked puzzled, not understanding how she came to such an unreliable conclusion.

(End of this chapter)