Run, Girl (If You Can) - Chapter 447 - Workaholic

[Space + Female Lead Miracle Doctor + Strong Female Lead + Exciting Story + Abusing Scumbags + Getting Rich + Entire Family Exiled and Escaping Famine, Female Lead is Capable, Space Provides Assistance]

A special military doctor traveled back in time to ancient times. Right after arriving, she married the great hero of history, Mo Jiuye, in a wedding ceremony.

According to historical records, the Mo family was filled with loyal heroes, yet they were feared by the Emperor for their great achievements, and the day after the wedding, the entire Mo family was exiled.

Knowing this history, He Zhiran decisively used her space abilities to move all the Mo family’s belongings away before the imperial troops arrived to confiscate them.

Before being exiled, she also saved the lives of the entire Mo family.

Worried they might starve to death on the exile journey? That’s impossible, He Zhiran not only had enough supplies in her space, she also possessed countless money-making skills.

Along the way, her eight sisters-in-law regarded her as an idol and followed her every instruction.

Her mother-in-law and aunt secretly supported her – if anyone dared say anything bad about He Zhiran, they would tear that person’s mouth apart.

Finally settling down, their days became better and better.

Mo Jiuye said: “Wife, we’ve been married so long but still haven’t consummated our marriage!”

He Zhiran replied: “If you want to consummate, you’ll have to prove yourself first.”

Mo Jiuye swore: “I vow to the heavens, you’re the only woman in my heart in this lifetime, no, in the next lifetime and the one after too!”

He Zhiran said: “You have to keep your word…”

Officer, if I told you this just was a “Healing-type Game,” would you believe me?

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.

“Young man… if you could go back in time, what period would you like to be in?”