Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 350 - 347: Hemorrhagic Stroke

In the following days, Lin Wanwan focused on passing time in the modern world, resisting the urge to open the Space-Time Gate.

During the days she spent with Lu Shouyue, the atmosphere was very harmonious. His gentlemanly demeanor made Lin Wanwan feel completely at home, without any discomfort.

For the first few days, they didn’t even need to go downstairs; the medical staff came directly to their door with swabs for testing.

The two spent all day holed up in the house, either reading or writing, sometimes learning music, watching shows, researching the oven, or cleaning.

In the first few days, Lin Wanwan would still use a cushion foundation to apply light makeup, but gradually she couldn’t even be bothered to use face wash.

Spending the whole day facing only Lu Shouyue and not going out, it seemed like there was no need for makeup or hair styling!

After all, spending days together and sharing a bathroom, he’d seen her natural face many times. Why bother with makeup, removal, and maintaining a perfect image?

Looking a bit less tidy is fine; she even went down to washing her hair every two days since she wasn’t trying to flirt with him.

Well, mainly it’s because she’s lazy. Putting on makeup without going out really feels unnecessary.

Actually, Lin Wanwan herself didn’t realize her skin had become increasingly radiant due to repeated time travels. Her bare face looked stunning too, but she hadn’t noticed the changes looking in the mirror every day.

On the morning of the eighth day, Lin Wanwan was half-asleep when suddenly a loudspeaker blared in her ears.

"Building B, Building C, come down for inspection!"

"Building B, Building C, come down for inspection!"

Lin Wanwan’s eyelashes fluttered twice, her eyes half-open, with the loudspeaker’s announcements echoing in her ears.

She wondered if she was hallucinating, as the loudspeaker’s retro style clashed with the upscale tone of the neighborhood.

A moment later, there was a knock on the hidden door leading to the bathroom, and Lu Shouyue’s magnetic voice sounded: "Wanwan, Wanwan, are you awake?"

Lin Wanwan fully opened her eyes, looking at the slowly opening light-blocking curtains, and couldn’t help but mutter: "It’s only seven o’clock, not even going to work, why wake up so early?"

Saying this, she still lifted the covers, turned to grab her underwear from the bench at the end of the bed, put it on, and opened the door to greet Lu Shouyue, who was already washing up, with a good morning.

Lu Shouyue finished rinsing his mouth and said, "Good morning, Wanwan, sorry for disturbing your sleep-in. Today, the medical staff won’t come to the door; the property manager issued a notice that we need to go downstairs. I didn’t check WeChat, so I forgot to tell you."

Only then did Lin Wanwan nod knowingly: "So it wasn’t a hallucination. The loudspeaker was indeed quite loud."

The large master bedroom she stayed in had two walls of floor-to-ceiling glass, one facing Lijiang and the other overlooking the community courtyard.

She didn’t close the window last night to enjoy the comfortable natural breeze, so the loudspeaker’s sound from downstairs reached her clearly.

Lu Shouyue chuckled: "Don’t underestimate the shabby look of this loudspeaker; it’s really effective."

"Mm, it really is."

After washing up, Lin Wanwan suddenly remembered something and looked down at herself. Wearing just a large T-shirt, how could she go downstairs to meet people?

Oh, if only she hadn’t cut her T-shirt into underwear, leaving herself with no clothes at all.

No choice then but to put on jeans. It might look odd, but once she wore a mask, who would recognize anyone?

After finishing their morning routines, the two went downstairs to the Chinese-style kitchen for porridge. Lin Wanwan had set up water, rice, and ribs in the rice cooker last night, scheduled to stew automatically for two hours as rib rice porridge.

It seemed Lin Wanwan and Lu Shouyue had an unwritten agreement to take turns preparing breakfast every day.

Lin Wanwan didn’t like sweet porridge; she preferred salty porridge, and her cooking skills weren’t great. So whenever it was her turn, she always made this simple rib rice porridge that her grandfather used to make for her every morning when she was a child.

After serving the rib rice porridge, Lin Wanwan poured a little soy sauce in, stirred it with a spoon, and voila, a delicious breakfast was ready.

Lu Shouyue was no stranger to the porridge Lin Wanwan made. From struggling to swallow it at first to now being able to drink two bowls at once, he found it increasingly tasty.

Just after they finished eating, coincidentally, the loudspeaker in the courtyard downstairs announced again.

"Building A, Building D, come down for inspection!"

"Building A, Building D, come down for inspection!"

Placing the bowl into the dishwasher, Lin Wanwan asked Lu Shouyue, "Mr. Lu, which building are you in?"

"Building A."

"Oh, it’s our turn then."

"Yes, let’s head down."

Lin Wanwan grabbed a corner of her long T-shirt and tucked it into the waistband of her jeans. This way, it wasn’t so awkward and had more of an oversized casual look.

"Mr. Lu, this place is so weird. Why are they counting alternately? Shouldn’t it be AB together and CD together?" Entering the elevator, Lin Wanwan casually remarked.

"Maybe it’s based on the arrangement. A and D are horizontally aligned."

"Oh." Lin Wanwan asked casually.

Here, a unit had three elevators, very luxuriously equipped, with the third elevator connected to the maid’s room location. Therefore, as soon as the two came out, they didn’t have to wait long for the elevator to arrive.

Arriving downstairs at the courtyard queue, Lin Wanwan saw a group of men and women dressed to the nines leaving, feeling a bit surprised.

What was going on? Weren’t they just coming downstairs for an inspection? Why were there black suits and little dresses?

"We’re coming downstairs for an inspection, right?" Lin Wanwan asked, uncertainly looking up at Lu Shouyue who was also in a white T-shirt and jeans.

Lu Shouyue didn’t care much about others’ affairs. He didn’t notice anything unusual about the people from other buildings who had finished their inspection.

Seeing Lin Wanwan’s eyes full of confusion, he followed her gaze and casually said, "This is a city with a strong sense of ritual."

Lin Wanwan nodded and withdrew her gaze: "Indeed."

"Ugh!"

As they were bored waiting in line, an elderly man ahead suddenly bent over, violently vomiting. The neighbors in line around him jumped back in fright, muttering a few local Hai City curses.

Only Lin Wanwan sensed something wrong and, ignoring the mess, quickly stepped forward. Just as the man was about to collapse, she supported him and pulled him back to a cleaner area, guiding him to slowly sit down with Lu Shouyue’s swift assistance.

Only now did the people around realize this wasn’t a drunkard drunk in the morning but possibly a medical emergency!

Quickly observing the elderly man’s complexion and the saliva mixed with vomit at the corners of his mouth, Lin Wanwan saw him struggle to speak, and glanced at the ground where there was jet-black vomit. She already had the answer in her mind—this was a sudden hemorrhagic stroke, known in traditional Chinese medicine as a stroke.