At this point, only a short segment of the incense remained before it burned out. Lin Wanwan slightly curled her lips, suddenly pulled the reins, and imitating He Miao, charged towards her. This side-initiated collision is definitely a strategy of inflicting a thousand enemy casualties at the cost of eight hundred self-damages. Although He Miao had been wary of Lin Wanwan all along, she had underestimated Lin Wanwan due to her perception of her as a novice, making it too late for her to react. She only managed to yell, "Are you crazy!" Someone shouted from the sidelines. Just as they were about to collide, Lin Wanwan suddenly bent over, holding onto the horse’s neck and lifting slightly. The horse beneath her let out a long neigh, reared up, and kicked up a cloud of dust. Then, Lin Wanwan took advantage of the momentum to hold the horse’s neck with one hand and raise the polo stick with the other. She hit the falling polo ball towards the net with unstoppable force, like a sword’s intent. This incredibly spectacular yet thrilling shot left everyone stunned. "Poof." The incense burned out. "Boom!" The ball went in! "Bang!" The horse fell! Although He Miao’s horse didn’t actually collide with Lin Wanwan’s horse, it was frightened into madness, let out a whimper and fell, its leg became deformed, kicking wildly in the air unable to get up! The crowd outside exclaimed in shock, rushing onto the field, much more tense than when Xiao Xianghua had fallen earlier. Lin Wanwan heard the muffled groan from He Miao, immediately dismounted, and asked repeatedly, "Are you okay? I didn’t mean to, I just saw the incense about to burn out, and only had the ball in sight. But I didn’t hit you, why did you fall?" She hastily tried to absolve herself from the responsibility, her eyes seemed full of genuine concern, reaching out to push the horse off He Miao’s leg, but found the horse too heavy to move. Only to hear a "crack", the sound of the bone breaking emerged. He Miao screamed, sweat covered her face from the pain, but she couldn’t utter a word. By this time, everyone had gathered around, Lin Wanwan, along with the crowd, helped to drag the nearly thousand-pound heavy horse off He Miao. When everyone clearly saw He Miao’s crushed right leg’s condition, their expressions drastically changed. "Quick! Quickly invite Daoist Wang to come and save the person!" The Daoists in the local Daoist Temple are well-versed in some barefoot doctor techniques, especially proficient in treating external injuries—any area with a polo field nearby has medical workers adept in orthopedics, akin to how hospitals in densely packed factory and cost-effective regions have well-developed hand surgery departments in modern times. The stretcher was soon brought over, and He Miao was lifted onto it. Her servants couldn’t immediately make threats to Lin Wanwan but instead followed the Daoists, focused on saving her first. If the young lady of the household ended up disabled from a polo match, these servants would suffer miserably, though they wouldn’t lose their lives, it would certainly be a dim future. Lin Wanwan, to show her innocence and good intentions, shouted, "I’m a female doctor, I know some medical skills, let me help." Saying so, she squeezed in with the crowd towards the Daoist Temple’s healing chamber. As a He Family’s legitimate daughter and local gentry, He Miao would naturally not be mixed with a group of poor commoners who couldn’t afford medical treatment in the pharmacy. She was directly taken into a quiet room specially set up for those injured in the polo field, replete with bandages, wooden strips for leg bindings, clean basins, spring water, evidently, many bones have been treated here. The goatee-bearing Daoist Wang instructed his disciple to bring a small wooden strip, kindly said to the tear-streaked face of He Miao, "Your bone is broken and dislocated, it must be set immediately. Bite the wood strip and bear it, while I set your bone." "It hurts! I’m in so much pain!" He Miao’s hair was disheveled, her face full of tears. Her maid pulled out a handkerchief and put it before her mouth, crying, "My dear young lady, bear with it, let Daoist Wang set the bone quickly, this cannot be delayed." "All irrelevant people must leave, there’s no need for so many here!" Daoist Wang began clearing the room, and a group of people was ushered out by the Daoist. "Bang!" The door to the quiet room slammed shut in front of everyone, Lin Wanwan touched her nose, not saying a word. Beside her, the three Xiao sisters were all frantic, Xiao Liwei kept muttering, "It’s not Wanwan’s fault, it’s He Miao’s poor horse riding skill. I always said she should ride a donkey, donkeys are docile, even the noblewomen in Chang’an City ride them for polo." "Right, right, that’s exactly it." Her twin sister continuously echoed. The other girls nearby remained silent, some indeed agreed with the murmured suggestion, some secretly curled their lips to watch the drama unfold. A blood-curdling scream emerged from the quiet room moments later, clearly during the bone-setting process. The onlookers outside exchanged looks, all feeling chills up their spines. Lin Wanwan calculated the time and pushed the door open, offered, "Daoist Wang, I’ve studied some surgical skills since childhood with my master, let me examine her wound, perhaps I can offer help." He Miao had already fainted from the pain during the bone-setting process, Daoist Wang wiped sweat from his brow, glanced at Lin Wanwan, "Since you wish to see, then have a look. I’ve set the bone and am about to bandage it." Initially, Daoist Wang didn’t want to bother with Lin Wanwan but changed his tune seeing her dressed in fine clothes. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝙣𝙚𝙩 "No way! She’s the one who caused our young lady to fall off the horse!" He Miao’s maid blocked her path fiercely, glaring at Lin Wanwan, "What are you trying to do? He Family won’t easily forgive you!" Lin Wanwan frowned, retorted, "How audacious, a mere maid dare to accuse me? Everyone saw she fell on her own. I grabbed the horse’s neck just in time to avoid a collision and almost got thrown by my rearing horse. How dare you speak falsely?" The maid tried to retort more, Lin Wanwan coldly glared at her, countered, "I’m about to perform stitches on your lady, it concerns whether she’ll scar, will you hinder me?" "You! You truly know medical skills?" Lin Wanwan ignored her, directly shouted outside, "Kun Lun, come in." Kun Lun responded immediately, most responsive to Lin Wanwan’s voice and the term "Kun Lun." Seeing the tower-like Kunlun slave standing before her exerted immense pressure, the small maid retreated a step. Lin Wanwan nodded towards Kun Lun’s arm, said, "Show the wound I stitched for you to Daoist Wang." The stitches were removed just yesterday, the scar freshly healed. Kun Lun didn’t even need to understand Lin Wanwan’s words; he discerned her intentions simply from her gestures. He promptly rolled up his sleeve, revealing the pink long scar, on it were very visible stitching marks.