A Chief Surgeon Transmigrates into a Pitiful Child in Ancient Times

Mo Jiao was a top medical genius in the 21st century. High-ranking officials and wealthy tycoons had to book his surgeries a month in advance, and even then, whether they got an appointment depended on his mood.

At thirty-five, Mo Jiao reached another peak in his career and won the Nobel Prize in Medicine. He thought he had a brilliant future ahead of him, but unexpectedly, his life was cut short.

When he opened his eyes again, Mo Jiao had arrived in ancient times, in the world of a book.

He could put up with all that, but what he could not stand was that he had transmigrated into the book as a pitiful little boy.

The boy came from a noble family, the Mo clan, foremost among the four great houses of the time. Even the ruler had to show them considerable deference.

The boy's mother would soon die in childbirth, and his father would follow her shortly afterward, overcome with grief.

The young boy left behind would be like a child carrying gold through a dangerous place, devoured by a pack of wolves that had long been lurking nearby, then left to wander the streets. He would die miserably of hunger on a rainy night.

Mo Jiao shuddered. He wasn't going to die before his time, not if he could help it. It was only a simple C-section, after all. How could it stump him, a deputy chief surgeon? He'd get his mother ready for the operation.

No surgical alcohol? No problem, he'd make some himself. No infusion equipment? No problem, he'd make that too. No anti-inflammatory medicine? No problem, he'd make it himself. What medical student hadn't cultivated all sorts of bacteria in a lab?

And as he kept making things, he accidentally started a rebellion. His father ascended the throne, and he became the crown prince.

Well, so be it. Being crown prince wouldn't stop him from operating, or from... No, from loving the person by his side.

Blurb One:

Someone: Wen-lang is so beautiful!

Someone else: Dead!

In his life, Wen Rujun hated nothing more than people calling him beautiful.

But Mo Jiao said Wen-lang looked stunning in black robes and white clothes, enough to make anyone swoon!

The next day, Wen Rujun wore black robes and white clothes for three days straight.

Blurb Two:

Wen Rujun asked Mo Jiao,