Transmigrated as the Doctor's Little Husband - Chapter 1

Yunhan Village had been bustling with excitement recently because a ger in the village, who was nearly twenty and still unmarried, was finally about to wed.

Gongs and drums filled the air with festive music as a village woman, her face covered in smiles, helped Song Wenqing, who wore a red bridal veil, out of the house and into the sedan chair.

Both sides of the narrow path were crowded with onlookers. Some passing villagers set down the hoes carried on their shoulders and squeezed into the heated discussions, terrified of missing a single detail.

Because there were too many people and children were running around making a racket, a newly arrived ger husband, left with no choice, asked an old auntie next to him exactly whom the Song family’s ger was marrying.

The old auntie carried a bamboo basket on her arm. It was still a few hours before noon, and by the looks of it, she was heading to the early market to buy groceries for her family’s lunch. Hearing his voice, she looked up and said with a beaming smile, “He’s marrying young Master Jin, who just moved to the edge of the village two years ago.”

Hearing this, the onlookers gasped, and the ger raised his voice, “Isn’t that young Master Jin a cripple?”

The old auntie curled her lip, glanced around, and whispered, “Even if he is a cripple, it is still better than Wen-ger staying at his aunt’s house when he is almost twenty. Besides, the birthmark on his forehead is so faint that it is a question whether he can even conceive. What kind of family would dare come to propose marriage?”

The ger husband nodded with a look of sudden realization. “That is true. Young Master Jin is crippled in both legs, and Wen-ger is difficult to conceive. Them being together is better than ruining anyone else.”

“Exactly.”

Song Wenqing’s head throbbed from the noise outside. Lifting his red veil, he habitually rubbed his forehead. On what was supposed to be a joyous wedding day, his expression was dark enough to freeze someone to death.

This story had to start from two hours ago. The moment Song Wenqing opened his eyes, he subconsciously closed them again, thinking he was hallucinating. Yet when he opened them once more, the scene before him remained unchanged.

He could only hear a woman with a harsh, shrill voice saying meanly, “This little wench actually thought of jumping into the well just to avoid marrying that crippled boy! Does he truly think he is still that pampered, precious ger from the former Song Estate?”

“Watch your mouth. If you had not insisted on sending the invitation to the Lu family, how could Wen-ger have gone so far as to jump into the well?” A man’s deep voice carried a hint of anger.

“What, do you feel bad for this little wench now? After all, he is your sister’s son,” the woman said mockingly. Before the man could reply, she continued, “The Lu family merely broke off a marriage proposal with him, so is it really worth throwing a life-and-death tantrum? Do not forget how Ming-er’s marriage was negotiated.”

At the mention of Song Ming, the man wanted to say a few more words but lost his voice. He merely sighed.

A massive influx of foreign memories crowded into Song Wenqing’s head. Combined with this conversation, it left him, drenched from head to toe, stunned for a long while.

Only after a long time did he accept the reality.

He, a twenty-eight-year-old associate chief surgeon who was just two years of studying abroad away from being promoted to department head, had suddenly died from overwork and transmigrated.

Transmigration aside, he had transmigrated into ancient times. This world had three genders: men, women, and gers. And he had transmigrated as an over-aged ger in Yunhan Village.

According to the normal standards of this world, the typical marriageable age was fifteen or sixteen. However, the original owner’s life story was incredibly tragic, filled with twists and turns.

Before the original owner turned fifteen, Father Song and Mother Song had not yet passed away. Relying on their business dealings in the county, the Song family had lived a flourishing life. Unexpectedly, both fell ill at the same time. From then on, the Song family declined, and the two passed away one after another, leaving only the original owner behind.

Before Mother Song passed away, she handed a sum of money to the original owner’s aunt and uncle and asked them to sell the Song residence, hoping only that Song Wenqing’s life would be easier after marrying into the Lu family. This large amount of silver was something the uncle’s family, who had always relied on farming to barely make ends meet, had never seen before. Thus, they harbored the desire to hoard it for themselves.

They waited for the original owner to enter the Lu family’s door so they could pocket the remaining money. But seeing that the Song family had fallen and the Song residence was in the hands of the original owner’s uncle and aunt, the Lu family broke off the marriage.

The original owner and the Lu family’s young master, Lu Yue, were childhood sweethearts. The two had even exchanged waist tokens under a peach tree. No one expected it to end this way. Having lost his parents and being rejected in marriage, the original owner lost the will to live. His uncle, Song Fushun, could not bear it and brought him home.

This stay lasted for four years. During these four years, the once delicate original owner had become proficient at weaving, working in the fields, and even hunting alongside the vigorous young men in the village. His skills were not inferior to theirs at all.

His delicate hands grew rough, and the birthmark on his forehead no longer changed. If one did not look closely, it was impossible to see.

The original owner’s face was very handsome, but it was precisely this faint birthmark that made many young men who wanted to propose stay away. The uncle and aunt’s family were incredibly anxious. The aunt, Shen Xiaolan, simply felt that the original owner was eating her food, which made her highly uncomfortable. Song Fushun felt that the original owner was getting older; if he did not marry now, he never would, and with so much gossip in the village, he feared the boy would not survive.

Their own ger, Song Ming, had also reached marriageable age. Coincidentally, a good family from the neighboring village took a liking to Song Ming, but one of the conditions was to marry off the burden at home as soon as possible.

With the original owner’s conditions, he truly could not be married off. Song Fushun inquired around and found that a young master who used a wheelchair had moved into the village two years ago and had not yet taken a wife. When Shen Xiaolan heard this, she felt there was a chance. She sent someone to ask about Pei Jinrong’s willingness, and unexpectedly, the other party also shared this intention.

Seeing Song Fushun breathe a sigh of relief, the original owner also accepted his fate and diligently prepared for the wedding. But only on the wedding day did he find out that Shen Xiaolan’s invitations had also invited the Lu family. He and Lu Yue had a past relationship, and hearing that Lu Yue had also found a marriage partner these past few days, the suppressed emotions in his heart erupted, and he jumped into the well.

When he woke up again, the core had long since changed to someone else, leaving only Song Wenqing from another world.

“Mother, do you think Song Wenqing will not marry after waking up?” Song Ming’s clear voice entered his ears.

Shen Xiaolan patted Song Ming’s hand and said fiercely, “He has to marry today whether he wants to or not! When the time comes, put the wedding clothes straight onto him and send him into the sedan chair. What happens next is none of our business. Once he steps over this threshold, he belongs to that cripple.”

Song Wenqing snapped out of his thoughts. Hearing this, he could barely resist going up and delivering a few slaps. Suppressing his volatile temper, he pretended to slowly wake up and said in a weak voice, “Aunt, I will marry.”

Since he had already transmigrated, he could only take things as they came. The most urgent matter at hand was to escape the Song family. Although Song Fushun was good to him, he was henpecked. When faced with matters concerning his own interests, he would not think of his nephew.

The Song family was not a good place to stay.

Although he did not know what kind of disposition this cheap husband of his had or whether he was easy to get along with, he was not worried. At worst, when he had money in the future, he would find a way to get a divorce.

Seeing Song Wenqing agree, Shen Xiaolan was naturally overjoyed. Before leaving, she even showed a rare moment of mercy and packed three taels of silver for him.

If the old Song Wenqing had seen Shen Xiaolan’s gesture, his heart would surely have been filled with gratitude. But the current Song Wenqing merely gave her a faint glance and put on the red bridal veil.

His gaze sent a chill down Shen Xiaolan’s spine. She thought to herself that this little wench was very quiet today, which was actually quite creepy.

But since the household would soon have one less mouth to feed, she did not think much of it, smiling shrewdly. What she did not know was that without Song Wenqing to do the chores in the future, she would not be able to handle it all by herself and would only curse every day.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Song Wenqing slightly lifted the curtain. The villagers along the road had smiles on their faces, busy scrambling for the copper coins scattered on the street. It was rare for Shen Xiaolan to be generous for once. Fearing people’s gossip, which might accuse her family of taking the money left by Father and Mother Song yet mistreating Song Wenqing, she gritted her teeth to make this wedding grander. In any case, the betrothal gifts given by Pei Jinrong were not small.

Swaying all the way, the sedan bearers walked for a long time before finally arriving at the entrance of Pei Jinrong’s house. However, there was no one at the door to welcome them.

Song Wenqing did not care about this. He and Pei Jinrong did not know each other anyway; if the man really came out to greet him, he would find it awkward.

Supporting himself on Shen Xiaolan’s hand, Song Wenqing stood up and stepped out of the sedan chair. The wedding customs here were quite peculiar: the red veil had to be lifted twice. Once by the bride’s family, which was said to avert misfortune, and the second time, after crossing the threshold, the red veil would be placed back on. Once seated in the inner room, it would be lifted by the husband, representing joy and good fortune.

The villagers loved to join in on the fun, especially to see what the new bride or ger husband looked like when marrying.

Shen Xiaolan was usually unkind to Song Wenqing, but in front of the public, she still tried her best to maintain her image as a good aunt. She was not tall, so she had to step on a stool, picking up the jade ruyi to lift the red veil.

The villagers gathered around were used to Song Wenqing’s appearance; they only thought this ger was quite handsome, but they never had a deep impression. Looking at him today, whether it was due to the makeup or because the bright red wedding gown complemented his fair skin, everyone was momentarily dazed.

Song Wenqing pursed his lips slightly and took a step toward the door. Suddenly, the quieted crowd grew restless.

He stopped his footsteps, looked along with everyone’s gazes, and his heart tightened. It was Lu Yue, the person who had returned the original owner’s waist token.

What was detestable was that the ill-intentioned Lu family had been enjoying a massive surge in momentum these past few years. Lu Yue had passed the provincial examination as a Jingkui, which meant he achieved fourth place. Although he was fourth, it was rare for a scholar to perform so well in Qinghan Village.

This undoubtedly brought immense pride to Mother Lu, who bragged to everyone she met about how outstanding her son was, claiming he would definitely become a Juren in the next provincial exam and participate in the metropolitan examination.

Although Lu Yue was not yet qualified to take the metropolitan exam, his status as a Jingkui was already enough for him to open a private school. Mother Lu was so happy that she threw a grand banquet, which was no less extravagant than a typical family’s wedding setup.

Mother Lu was seen holding the arm of a beautifully dressed, wealthy-looking handsome ger whose birthmark on the forehead was exceptionally vivid. Behind them followed a man with a tall and upright posture.

Song Wenqing’s eyes darkened. The Lu family’s arrival today was nothing more than an attempt to show off and mock the version of Song Wenqing who loved Lu Yue but could not have him.

Exactly as he surmised, Mother Lu walked toward him while holding that ger’s arm right in front of everyone.

Song Wenqing secretly cursed his luck. He thought to himself that if he did not leave now, he would likely be humiliated; he needed to quickly cross the threshold.

Unexpectedly, Mother Lu called out to him in a loud voice, “Wen-ger, wait a moment.”

Seeing that there was drama to watch, the surrounding people crowded around. He could only halt abruptly. If he simply crossed the threshold like this today, he feared rumors would spread in the village tomorrow, saying he was still lingering on his old affection for Lu Yue even as he wedded.

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