Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The southward-bound army was unstoppable, forcing the bandits to retreat to the southwestern mountains.

Mountainous terrain is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it is hard to take it in a short time. After two years of fighting, the army's food supplies have been exhausted, and they need a period of rest and recuperation.

After Lu Xize wrote a report and received approval from headquarters, he led a small contingent of troops back to Lincheng in Jiangnan.

His headache miraculously healed itself without medical intervention, and he no longer needed to see a doctor.

But he didn't expect that the first news he received when he returned to Lincheng was that the former site of the Chief Secretary's residence had been rented out to open a clinic!

Who would dare to be so bold?!

Lu Xize hadn't been this furious in a long time.

That was the only thing his lover cared about in the world. Before he left, he clearly gave a strict order: he didn't care how Lincheng was rebuilt, but the Chief Secretary's Office must not be altered in the slightest.

He traveled south through wind and rain, striving for the well-being of countless people—commoners, prisoners of war, famine-stricken women and children—but in the end, he couldn't protect anything he cared about.

He failed to protect her.

Even her house is being seized by others.

"You don't know Dr. Kang Cheng. She is a really good doctor. Her original clinic was small and dilapidated. She saw four or five thousand patients a year, but only twenty people could stay there."

"We visited that old clinic, and it was pitifully small, crammed with things, and offered no protection from the sun's heat. At night, it was like a sauna, definitely not an ideal space for patients."

"Since you went south to recover the lost territories, a new revolutionary spirit has spread, and people everywhere have awakened. People are clamoring to hear about science and the truth, and Dr. Kang Cheng is willing to explain and spread this knowledge to the people. What a wonderful thing this is..."

Lu Xize was so anxious that he wouldn't listen to the advice and explanations from the street planning office staff, and drove straight to Kangcheng Medical Clinic.

But when he saw the scene at the entrance of the Chief Secretary's residence, he was stunned.

He rolled down most of the car window and sat inside looking out.

The door was still the same door, but the seal on it had been washed off and replaced with a fresh coat of bright red paint.

Two pots of herbs were placed at the entrance, their leaves lush and green, glistening with water.

Voices could be heard coming from inside; someone was coughing, someone was whispering words of comfort, and a medicine pot was bubbling on the stove.

People coming and going were nurses wearing masks and white uniforms, as well as ordinary people bowing to express their gratitude.

He remembered her saying that the Xia family's family traditions included acupuncture, massage, medicine making, and nursing.

The mansion's current state... doesn't seem as bad as he thought.

He frowned, got out of the car with mixed feelings of disgust and confusion, and went through the door.

The courtyard has changed.

The once overgrown corner has been cleared and planted with all sorts of medicinal herbs whose names I don't recognize.

There were a few benches in the once empty corridor, where some patients were sitting receiving IV drips, some were waiting, and some were resting with their eyes closed.

The stone path, which used to be covered with fallen leaves, was swept clean and led all the way to the main house.

The door to the main room was open, and the medicine cabinet and the examination table could be seen at a glance.

Behind the examination table sat a woman in a blue cloth dress, who was taking the pulse of an old man with her head down.

She was turned to the side, so his face was not visible.

A stray strand of hair slipped down from behind her ear and fell beside her cheek.

Lu Xize walked to the center of the courtyard, his cold eyes sweeping around:

"Who's in charge here?"

Everyone was taken aback by the sudden question.

The patient turned his head, the clerk looked up, and the woman behind the examination table also looked up—

But Lu Xize didn't look at her.

A male nurse put down what he was doing and stepped forward: "Sir, let's talk this out. What are you doing?"

"Who are you?" Lu Xize scanned him up and down.

The male nurse, who had been so proud and confident, suddenly found himself speechless the moment he met those cold, stern eyes.

Lu Xize was dressed in military uniform with a gun at his waist.

Having fought on the battlefield year after year, the sharpness in their words is honed by the hail of bullets. Like a natural predator, a single glance from them can send shivers down the spine of their prey.

The male nurse forced a smile and said, "Are you here for a checkup? What can I do for you?"

"I'm not here to see a doctor, I'm here to find someone. This house belongs to my wife." Lu Xize shifted his gaze from the young man who was pale with fright, then swept it over the patients on the bench and the nurse hiding behind the door. "Someone has altered this house without my consent. I'm looking for the person who turned this house into a clinic."

Upon hearing this, the male nurse's heart skipped a beat.

I had heard the office mention this before, otherwise Dr. Kang wouldn't have gone through so much trouble to finally rent the house.

But this man seems unreasonable. He's the only male nurse here, and we absolutely can't let him cause trouble for Dr. Kang.

So, the male nurse swallowed hard and forced a smile, saying, "This was indeed a private residence before, but it was confiscated several days ago. Kangcheng Medical Clinic is legally operating, with permits from the planning and management office and registration with the Lincheng Chamber of Commerce, and it pays taxes and donations on time every month—"

But the man in front of him had clearly lost his patience and interrupted:

"Did you convert the house into a clinic?"

His eyes were very calm.

It was as calm as a lake in winter, as still as a windless night, as sharp as the knife before a beheading in a vegetable market.

The male leg guard began to tremble physically: "No, I'm not."

"Your name is Kang Cheng?"

No...no.

"I'm looking for Kang Cheng. Do you understand those four words?"

A female voice from a third party suddenly rang out:

"I'm the person in charge here."

The voice was soft and tranquil, with a hint of weariness, like someone who had been caring for a patient for a long time and hadn't had a chance to catch their breath.

The overly familiar tone of voice caused the imposing, tall figure to stiffen abruptly.

Lu Xize turned around abruptly.

Look towards the source of the sound.

Behind the consultation table, the woman in the blue cloth dress had already stood up.

"Dr. Kang, don't go over there, he's so scary..." The nurse timidly tugged at her sleeve.

"Dr. Kang!" the male nurse called out urgently as he turned around.

The woman patted the nurse's hand reassuringly, then walked around the examination table and came over step by step.

Her green skirt trailed on the ground, stopping three feet in front of him.

She looked up.

"Sir," she said calmly, "what are your orders?"

Lu Xize stared intently at the face so close to his, his lips moved, but he didn't utter a single word.

This is the face he has dreamed of every night for the past two years.

That face he thought he would never see again in his life.

That face that filled his mind when he personally burned his personal belongings, burned paper money every year, and fished out luminous pearls by the pond.

She's gained a little weight; her chin is rounder than before.

But his eyes remained the same, as black as two deep pools of water, reflecting his current ugly and ferocious appearance.

She looked at him, her expression completely unfamiliar.

"Eldest sister-in-law..." Lu Xize's lips trembled. He reached out to grasp her shoulders, but feared it was just his imagination, and that the touch would dissipate. "You're not dead? You're still alive..."

Kang Cheng frowned in confusion: "What did you say?"

Are there really two people in this world who think this way?

Lu Xize refused to believe it no matter what.

He was so excited that his teeth almost clashed together; he tried desperately to control himself, but he couldn't.

"You didn't tell me you were alive." He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and wiped his nose and lips from bottom to top with his palm, his scarlet eyes glaring at her with a vengeful look.

"Two years, a full two years..."

"They all say you're dead, and you just watch me mourn for you, grieve for you... Huh? How could you do this?"

His fingers, hanging by his sides, curled up, clenched into fists, and then relaxed.

He loosened his fist, then clenched it again.

After repeating this several times, my knuckles turned white.

"How could you do this?" he repeated, turning his face away, then turning back, his words barely audible.

He stared at her intently, his teeth clenched.

"Excuse me, sir." Kang Cheng looked at him, still staring at a stranger. "Don't get agitated. You must have mistaken me for someone else. I am Kang Cheng."

Lu Xize spun around in place before desperately trying to suppress the emotions welling up in his chest:

"Are you Kang Cheng?"

"right."

"So you're quite famous, a disciple of... one of the four great doctors of Beiping, huh?" He thought of his brother's words in the letter and finally understood. He wanted to laugh ironically, "You can treat illnesses, right? I need to see a doctor."

Kang Cheng nodded: "Sure, but weren't you asking about the rent?"

"As a doctor, can't you prioritize? Is rent more important than your patients' health?!"

"Okay... but I have a lot of patients, so you'll have to wait in line."

Lu Xize turned his head and glanced at the long queue stretching from the entrance to three rows of seats. His face darkened. "How long will this queue take?"

"Soon, about two hours."

Lu Xize lowered his voice: "I'm the landlord, can't I cut in line?"

Kang Cheng raised an eyebrow: "This is a new era, which emphasizes equality for all and gender. Even if you were the emperor, you would still have to wait in line."

She looked at his ashen face, like a peacock that had successfully toyed with someone, and as she turned away, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Lu Xize barked at her retreating figure, "You win! Xia, Yangyang!!"

She continued walking without turning back, waving her hand: "It's Kang Cheng, thank you."