As a surgeon, Jiang Lai never believed in ghosts and gods; even if there were ghosts and gods, they would not do anything to him as a doctor.

But at this moment, I was touching my aching head, looking at the dark green bricks on both sides of the alley, seeing the rickshaws and people coming and going outside the alley, and then listening to the voice of the newspaper boy:

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers!"

"The Chairman agreed to unite with the Red Army to fight against Japan!"

"A national salvation meeting of all parties, factions, all walks of life, and all armies will be convened in the near future to decide on the policy of resisting Japan and saving the nation!"

Boom... A huge amount of information merged in my mind, and huge pain hit me.

After a while, Jiang Lai came to his senses and realized that he had traveled through time!

His original name is also Jiang Lai. He entered St. John's University at the age of 15, spent 7 years to get a doctorate, and went to the United States for training for two years. Before he got home, he was hit on the head and robbed of his money. That's how he came to be.

The Li Dai peach stiffness.

Fortunately, he originally studied medicine and he is also a doctor, so it is not difficult to choose his future path.

Although the road is not difficult to choose, it is difficult to walk.

He could clearly hear the newspaper seller's voice just now. The Republic of China government wanted to unite with the Red Army to resist Japan. Apparently... it was 1936!

Zhang and Yang succeeded!

He exhaled a long breath, struggled to stand up, and packed up the luggage scattered on the ground. Then he held the alley wall with one hand and the suitcase in the other, and slowly walked to the street.

The traffic was busy and noisy, and the whole world suddenly came alive. The cries of vendors, the sounds of children playing, and people coming and going. Even a hundred years ago, the center of Shanghai was still bustling.

This scene was like being in a dream, making me feel a little dizzy.

After calming down, I stopped a rickshaw, said the name of a place, and then closed my eyes to relax.

"Okay, sit tight!" The rickshaw driver was very happy to receive the job. He wiped off the sweat towel hanging around his neck, pulled the handlebar with both hands and ran forward, "I will pull it smoothly and steadily!"

For the coachmen, this is their job and the basis for survival in this troubled world.

Sitting in the car, looking at the driver's dirty and patched cotton clothes, Jiang Lai closed his eyes. This was a troubled time.

However, since God allowed him to return to this era, he should have to do something. He doesn't know how to use a gun, so he can only use a scalpel to at least allow more people to survive.

…

At some point, the rickshaw slowed down and then stopped steadily.

The driver stopped the car and said to Jiang Lai, "Sir, we're here."

Jiang Lai opened his eyes and looked at the garden on the left side of the road. The wooden plaque seemed to be a few years old and had two big words written on it: Jiang Garden.

Then he nodded and said, "Please knock on the door for me. I don't have any money now."

"Okay." The rickshaw driver responded naturally. He could tell that this person should be from a wealthy family, but he was injured, probably from an accident, so he answered Jiang Lai's words and knocked on the door.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Squeak~ The wooden door was opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a long coat came out. He was slightly fat and had slightly white temples. When he saw Jiang coming, his face was full of surprise, "Young Master? It happens to be New Year's Day, you are back.

, the master and the eldest young master must be happy!"

"Well, Uncle Zhang." Jiang Lai held on to the frame and got off the rickshaw with a smile on his face, "Pay the fare."

"Ah? Oh! Okay!" Uncle Zhang also reacted immediately and paid the fare to the coachman. Only then did he see that Jiang Lai's clothes were a little dirty, his suitcase was a little bumpy, and there seemed to be condensation of blood on the back of his head, "

Oops, young master, are you injured? This... I'm going to call a doctor!"

"I'm fine, Uncle Zhang, I'm the doctor." Jiang Lai quickly comforted Uncle Zhang with a firm tone.

He had checked carefully on the rickshaw just now and found that there was no big problem, not to mention that he was not dizzy or vomiting now. In addition, he was a time-traveler, so he believed that there was nothing wrong with him: which time-traveler would immediately feel sick after time-traveling?

dead?

"Oh, that's right..." Uncle Zhang was a little embarrassed for a moment, but he still helped Jiang Lai into the garden, and then shouted, "Master, the young master is back!"

As a result, the garden became lively. Obviously, Jiang Lai's return was a big event.

…

In the evening, around the dinner table.

Jiang Yunting looked at his youngest son with his head wrapped in gauze and frowned, "Which hospital are you going to go to next? Colleagues?"

"Yeah." Jiang Lai nodded slightly. This is his current cheap daddy. He is 48 years old and a successful Confucian businessman, so he is elegant and shrewd.

Tongren Hospital is the teaching hospital of St. John's University School of Medicine. I originally graduated from St. John's University. Now that I am back, Tongren Hospital is the best place to go.

"Okay, do you need me to help you arrange it?" Jiang Yunting asked again.

Jiang Lai shook his head, "No, dad, I'll just ask Professor Bourne."

"Then I'll ask Lao Zhang to prepare gifts." Jiang Yunting thought it was normal and had no other doubts. In this era, the relationship between master and disciple is very close, even if the teacher is a foreigner.

"Your injury..."

"It's nothing serious."

"I mean, who did it?"

"Dad, there are not many people who know the news that my son has returned to China, and there are even fewer people who want to have trouble with his son." Jiang Lai thought for a while and then said, "The person who robbed his son should be from the Qing Gang, and he can make

The only person who moved the Qing Gang and had a grudge against his son could only be Zhao Xiaosi."

"What a good Zhao Wu! Do you really think that I, Jiang Yunting, will keep a low profile and not care about anything else?" Jiang Yunting slapped the table, "Old Zhang!"

"master!"

"Dad, it should be just Zhao Xiaosi's personal behavior," Jiang Lai said quickly, "it has nothing to do with Uncle Zhao Wu."

"He Zhao Wu is Zhao Xiaosi's father! Doesn't it matter if he can be called that?" Jiang Yunting glared at Jiang Lai and said angrily.

"Zhao Xiaosi is already an adult. He has to bear the responsibilities that are his." Jiang Lai has passed the age of asking his parents if he loses in a fight. However, Zhao Xiaosi has indeed gone too far. The original owner's tone must be taken back.

, otherwise it cannot be explained to the original owner.

"how do you want to do it?"

Jiang Lai immediately grinned, showing his white teeth, "If you have any difficulties, call the police!"

Jiang Yunting then laughed and scolded, "You stinky boy!"

So, the father and son had their dinner peacefully.

…

It was night, inside a certain bungalow.

A thin young man was walking nervously back and forth in his room, looking quite uneasy.

"Master! Master! Mr. Xiao Jiang is alive and will return to Jiangyuan in the afternoon!" Someone hurried into the room to report the news.

The man took a long breath and relaxed a lot. It should be fine if he apologizes. Of course, Jiang Lai may not know that he did it.

But the next second, the outside of the bungalow became lively.

"Come on! Follow me inside to get someone!" A man wearing a black police uniform held a gun in one hand and kicked open the iron door of the bungalow.

"Got it, boss!"

"Don't worry, boss! We will definitely bring the murderer to justice!"

"We have already taken the witnesses. If we take the murderer this time, Uncle Zhao will definitely have nothing to say!"

A group of black men chirped in response, with a rather flattering tone in their tone.

"Master Jiang! Master Jiang, what are you doing?" The Zhao family's concierge was shocked and couldn't stop him, so someone ran in to report.

"What are you doing? Zhao Xiaosi is suspected of paying to commit murder and hurt others. Take him back to the police station!" Jiang Jikai held up his police hat with his left hand and then responded with a gentle smile, "We have all the witnesses and material evidence, so there is no room for his quibbles."

"Master Jiang! You don't look at the monk's face, but you also look at the Buddha's face!"

"Hey, I don't know if there are any other Buddhas in Shanghai?" Jiang Jikai looked around, "Where is he?"

"Jiang Jikai! What are you doing!" At this moment, an angry voice came from the garden of the bungalow.

"Boss, we got it! It's over here!" At this time, two people also came out pressing the thin Zhao Xiaosi.

"Brother Jikai..." Zhao Xiaosi was uneasy. He thought that this was a big deal and he could just come to apologize, but he never expected that Jiang Jikai would actually bring him into trouble!

"But I can't call you my brother and take him back." Jiang Jikai just glanced at him and said calmly, then faced the person in the garden and said, "Zhao Anwen, you are Zhao Xiaosi's elder brother. My elder brother is like my father. You and I are the same."

Let’s take a walk.”

"you!"

"The detective acted impartially, and here is the approval document." Jiang Jikai took the approval document from his pocket, then smiled, showing his white teeth.

…

Lying on his bed at night, Jiang Lai still felt incredible, but the deal was already done, so he could only make peace with it as it came.

In his previous life, he was considered successful. After all, his name was included in surgical textbooks at a young age. He came to this world to save a few children who fell into the water, but he did not regret it. He would make the same choice again.

I was alone in my previous life, but now I have a father and brothers, which is also a good experience.
To be continued...