You believe that your gun is no match for my fist?

The female doctor had changed her clothes at some point; well, Gao Zhan couldn't actually remember what she was wearing before.

However, he remembered what the other person was wearing: a white lab coat over a light gray short jacket, and a dark skirt that just went past the knee.

Two legs peeked out from under the skirt, covered by a thin layer of flesh that gleamed softly.

She was wearing sandals with reinforced toes, and her ten toes were long and rounded, with black nail polish on them.

The feet are long and slender with a smooth arch.

As a seasoned connoisseur, Gao Zhan gives this a score of seven out of ten.

She held an enamel mug in her hand, looking at Gao Zhan, "I just heard you say 'Amen.' Do the warriors of your Great Qian also pray to God?"

She made a small joke, but Gao Zhan ignored her.

It was only then that the woman noticed that Gao Zhan was staring at her feet.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

"Is it strange for a doctor to wear sandals?" she asked.

Gao Zhan answered without hesitation: "It's not strange, it looks quite good."

Upon hearing this, the smile on the female doctor's face instantly faded.

She glanced down at her feet, then looked up. "Mr. Gao, is it a common thing to stare at an unmarried woman's feet here?"

Gao Zhan then looked up at him with a strange expression.

He didn't know why this woman would ask such a strange question.

"Is that so strange?" he asked back.

"That's not polite in my opinion," she said.

"I hope you can respect that."

Gao Zhan nodded after hearing this: "Okay, then I won't watch it."

After saying that, he turned his head to the side and looked down at the windowsill.

The female doctor looked at him for a while, said nothing more, picked up her enamel cup, took a sip of water, and turned to leave the ward.

The sandals made a crisp, rhythmic sound as they stepped on the ground.

Gao Zhan turned his head instantly and stared at her heels.

"Damn it," he cursed after the female doctor left.

Looking at Tang Liu, Gao Zhan saw that the other man was already awake and looking at him with schadenfreude. So Gao Zhan complained, "Damn it, didn't you say that foreign women are all very bold and avant-garde?"

"Are you out of your mind?" Tang Liu looked at Gao Zhan with a strange expression. "I've never said anything like that to you in my entire life!"

"And who told you that?"

"What do you mean, 'Who told you that'?" Gao Zhan frowned. "Haven't we always done it this way?"

"You idiot," Tang Liu cursed, "Many foreign women are quite conservative; they won't even let you hold their hand until you're married!"

"Are you kidding me?" Gao Zhan was a little incredulous.

"Who's joking with you?" Tang Liu rolled his eyes. "Those 'open' things you're talking about are recent developments influenced by feminist thought!"

"?"

This is not Gao Zhan's fault. In his previous life, both the East and the West were martial arts societies, and women's status was similar to that of men since the tribal era.

It's the same here; there are inheritance rights and such. The Empress is the same; she has them too.

The previous emperor of the empire was a woman, I think.

But foreigners come from different cultural backgrounds, and their traditions are naturally different as well.

"The Albians, the Gaullians," Tang Liu said from the side, "are a bit conservative, not as open and bold as the women of our Great Qian."

"But the Romans were about the same, as were the Ottomans and the Persians."

He glanced at Gao Zhan and realized that he wasn't listening at all.

"You beast!!" Tang Liu cursed, then stood up. "I'm going back!"

"Be careful," Gao Zhan said.

"Do you even need to tell me??"

So Tang Liu got up and really went back.

He also knew about the Dragon Elephant Heaven-Connecting Technique. Since he could still circulate his internal energy, it meant that Gao Zhan had survived.

He has successfully achieved rebirth.

Therefore, there's no need for him to be here anymore.

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The next day.

Gao Zhan sat on the bed and moved his neck, his bones making a slight cracking sound.

He felt very different from yesterday; his basic functions were basically working fine.

The door was pushed open, and the female doctor walked in.

Today she wasn't wearing stockings, but instead wore a pair of dark-colored trousers with wide legs that covered her ankles.

She glanced at Gao Zhan's improved complexion, her gaze lingering on his face for two seconds, before she said:

"My name is Lydia, and I am your attending physician."

"You're in much better shape today than yesterday; this pace is unusual."

"That's normal," Gao Zhan replied, getting out of bed and stretching his wrists. "I want to go for a walk."

Lydia thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay. Walking around helps with blood circulation."

She tilted her head and looked at Gao Zhan, "You can also provide us with more observation data this way."

It's perfectly normal for people from the Great Qian Dynasty to have their physical data collected when they seek medical treatment at foreign hospitals.

After leaving the ward, the female doctor Lydia did not leave, but followed Gao Zhan to his side.

Gao Zhan strolled leisurely along the corridor, glancing occasionally at the open doors of the wards next to him.

The ratio of foreigners to Daqian people is roughly 50/50. This hospital looks quite high-end, so I guess the cost of admission is not low.

After turning a corner, the view opened up, revealing a large hall.

A row of benches was placed by the window, and a woman was sitting on one of them.

She was wearing a light blue long dress, and her hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head with a hair crown.

The woman, or more accurately, the young girl, was looking down with her hands clasped together on her knees.

She didn't notice anyone approaching, her eyes fixed on the window. It wasn't until Gao Zhan walked over and she heard footsteps that she turned around and looked in her direction.

Gao Zhan recognized the woman.

A few days ago, in front of the Xianle Palace, there was that black-haired girl who protected the injured boy.

The girl looked at Gao Zhan and paused for a moment.

Clearly, judging from his eyes, the other person remembered him too.

This is normal, after all, Gao Zhan's appearance is indeed very memorable.

"Hello..." The girl greeted Gao Zhan and gave him a smile.

Her smile was polite and reserved, but it carried a hint of fatigue.

Gao Zhan nodded in response.

He is indifferent to types he is not interested in.

The girl was clearly not among his potential targets.

He hadn't intended to speak to the other person, but for some reason, Gao Zhan stroked his chin and spoke again:

"Romans?"

The girl was taken aback when she heard the address, and then seemed a little happy.

"Yes," she nodded. "I am Roman."

Her Mandarin has a slight accent, but it's very pleasant to listen to.

"I am Sophia Paleologina, and my father is the Roman Empire's envoy to Daqianpu City."

Gao Zhan nodded. "I am Gao Zhan. I work as a bodyguard for the rich in the city."

Lydia glanced at Gao Zhan and asked, "Can bodyguards stay in VIP hospital rooms too?"

Gao Zhan turned around and said, "Because that old man wanted to curry favor with a confidant of a Grand Marshal of the Great Qian Dynasty, and that confidant of the marshal valued me highly."

Foreigners are accustomed to calling the military governor "marshal" or "grand marshal".

"This amount of money is nothing to him."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gao Zhan."

The girl extended her hand to Gao Zhan, who continued looking at Lydia, and shook her hand in return. "Dr. Lydia, where are you from?"

"The Albionites".