Chapter 27: Blocking the Heroine’s Path—One Step at a Time
Just as Wen Yao was preparing to fight her way in and snatch the child for first aid, the young madam inside the carriage acted first.
Ignoring all else, she thrust the child toward Wen Yao while kicking the maid beside her.
“Get out of the way! You’re just a servant—who gave you the right to meddle in my affairs?”
Wen Yao didn’t care if they wanted to argue or throw hands. She took the child and handed him off to Wen Jun immediately.
Wen Jun checked the child’s condition on the spot, and Wen Yao quickly asked, “Was he eating something when the carriage overturned?”
The young madam nodded rapidly. “Yes! I thought he’d drop it. When the carriage tipped, I only focused on shielding him… I didn’t expect—” She choked on her words and began to cry.
Wen Yao understood immediately. The kid must’ve refused to let go and ended up swallowing it during the chaos.
Still just a little kid—couldn’t bear to toss even a snack.
Outside the carriage, Wen Jun had already started performing the Heimlich maneuver. The tiny boy was held securely in his arms as Wen Jun applied rhythmic pressure.
More and more onlookers gathered, all puzzled by Wen Jun’s strange method of saving someone. Seeing how the boy’s face had turned bright red, many began to believe he wouldn’t make it.
But to everyone’s surprise, under Wen Jun’s bizarre series of movements, something suddenly popped out of the child’s mouth. He gasped for breath, then began to sob softly.
Relieved sighs rippled through the crowd, followed by someone starting a round of applause.
The young madam collapsed beside the carriage, too shaken to even stand. She clung to her son, bawling uncontrollably.
The old maid finally crawled out too, crying out, “Young Master’s okay! Thank heavens, he’s okay!”
Wen Yao and Wen Jun exchanged a glance, then quietly stepped away to let the mother and son have their moment. They returned to the roadside, picked up their baskets, and dusted themselves off, ready to leave.
It wasn’t that Wen Yao didn’t want to stick around—one look at that maid and she could tell the woman didn’t belong to this young madam. The mention of the “Old Madam” and “Madam” spelled nothing but rich-family mother-in-law drama.
If this were the modern world, maybe she’d stay and munch on some melon seeds while watching it all unfold, maybe even stand up for the bullied daughter-in-law. But here? Forget it. Had she not seen how that maid nearly fainted at the mere sight of her brother entering the carriage?
What if they used this to stir up trouble later and dragged the siblings down with them? No way.
After a good cry, the young madam finally looked up, trying to find the people who had saved her. But they were already gone without a trace.
Whether she found them or not, Wen Yao and Wen Jun had long vanished down the road, their now-empty baskets light as feathers.
This, this was the greatest use of her spatial ability!
“From now on, we can buy as much as we want. If no one’s around, just stash it like this—poof! Gone.” Wen Yao grinned, waved her empty hand, and spread her palm with a flourish—nothing there.
Wen Jun also smiled. This really did make things easier. But he still reminded her, “Just be careful when you use it. Make sure no one ever sees.”
Wen Yao blinked at him. “Don’t worry, Doctor Wen. I’ll be careful. But honestly, thank goodness you were here today. Otherwise, that child might not have made it.”
Wen Jun shivered slightly at the thought. If they hadn’t been there…
“But the rules in these noble families are so suffocating,” Wen Yao complained. “That maid saw you and immediately blocked the door like you were some kind of monster. Even when the child was choking, she still clung to her outdated sense of decorum. Life in those mansions must be miserable.”
Wen Jun, ever the composed doctor, was calmer than Wen Yao. “Every era has its own norms. The kind of equality we have in the future came from generations of struggle. We can’t judge the past by modern standards. What seems unreasonable to us might be a pillar of society here.”
Wen Yao could only nod, helplessly.
Wen Jun reached over and ruffled her hair. “You’ll get used to it. But don’t worry, your brother and father would never marry you into some powerful noble family. Too many rules. You need someone with a simple family, even if they don’t have much money—as long as they can feed you.”
Wen Yao tilted her head dramatically, looking horrified. “Doctor Wen, don’t you think you’re getting ahead of yourself? I’m ten.”
Wen Jun smiled gently. “Sorry, forgot.”
Wen Yao rolled her eyes. “Back then, if you hadn’t run off to study abroad, our front gate would’ve been trampled by aunties from the ag department trying to marry off their daughters to you, believe it or not.”
Wen Jun pursed his lips. “That’s why this is actually nice. Got to rewind twenty years and live a carefree life all over again.”
“Pfft. Then swear you’ll never fall in love for the rest of your life,” Wen Yao teased, sticking out her tongue.
Wen Jun only smiled. Romance? It would only interfere with research.
But thinking back to what had just happened, Wen Yao looked at her brother with stars in her eyes.
“Bro, you looked amazing when you were saving that kid. I really think you were born to heal people.” Even though her brother’s appearance had changed, the moment he jumped into action to save someone, he lit up—he was the brightest person in her world.
A flicker of loss flashed through Wen Jun’s eyes. He gave a bitter smile. “It’s a shame I spent all those years studying medicine, and here, none of it’s useful. Not like you and Dad.”
Wen Yao immediately regretted her words. She wanted to slap herself. But she quickly tried to comfort him. “That’s not true! Look at today—you saved someone, didn’t you?”
Wen Jun smiled faintly and changed the subject. “Let’s get moving. I’ve got to go back and help Dad after I get a new pair of shoes.”
Seeing him force a smile, Wen Yao felt a pang in her heart. No, she couldn’t let him keep feeling like this. She had to help her brother rediscover his purpose.
Her brother should be the one shining under a surgery lamp, breathing new life into people—not just washing dishes and wiping tables.
With that in mind, Wen Yao began to wrack her brain, trying to recall the plot from the original novel.
She vaguely remembered that among the heroine’s many admirers, one of them was some so-called divine doctor. But what kind of divine doctor? She couldn’t remember for the life of her.
And where did that doctor learn his skills? She needed to think harder. If even that guy could become a renowned miracle doctor, then so could her brother.
The heroine’s path—if she could block one, she’d block them all.
Hmph!
