Chapter 217: Carving Flesh

Meng Jue's face turned deathly pale, they swallowed, and in a stiff tone said, "Wouldn't that just hurt to death?"

It will definitely hurt, but don't worry, you won't die.

Can't… can't add a bit more Ma Fei San?

Chi Nan Yi, seeing him terrified like this, deepened his smile and said word for word, "No."

Those two words shattered Meng Jue's mental defense.

At the thought of a knife cutting his own hand, he couldn't stop trembling.

If Young Master Meng doesn't want treatment, that's fine; being a cripple isn't all that bad, and the Meng Family won't lose the young master's food, clothing, shelter, and travel expenses.

A cripple.

These past two days, Meng Jue could hardly bear hearing that.

He absolutely refuses to become a cripple!

"I'll treat him! I'll treat him, that's it!"

"Fine, but first the ugly truth: I can reconnect your bones and tendons, making you appear like an ordinary person, and tasks that don't bear load can be done by hand, yet restoring you to a normal state is as hard as scaling the heavens."

As long as he can be like a normal person, Meng Jue is satisfied.

Chi Nan Yi took the tools from the medicine box, and as he looked at the rows of surgical knives, Meng Jue's brows twitched.

Chi Nan Yi ordered someone to bind Meng Jue tightly, to prevent him from moving during the operation.

Chi Nan Yi lifted a surgical knife and flicked it across his back of the hand; the icy blade cut the skin, making his hair stand on end.

"Once this cut is made, there's no turning back."

Without waiting for Meng Jue to speak, the blade plunged into the skin.

Meng Jue's wail was louder than the previous two days.

Jiang Clan stood in the courtyard, her legs giving way, and Jiang Mama hurriedly steadied her.

"Madam, this is all for the sake of the young master."

"I know, it's just…" Jiang Clan said tearfully, her heart aching: "When I think of Jue'er having to endure this ordeal, as his mother my heart feels like being cut by a knife." She wiped her tears, her eyes full of hatred, hands clutching the handkerchief tightly, and shouted angrily: "Investigate! Find out who did this! I will tear them to pieces! And that Chi family girl—after all, she is the instigator. If it weren't for her, Jue'er wouldn't have fallen down the stairs, and Jue'er and Qinghe wouldn't be in the state they are today."

"Old servant understands, I have already sent someone to investigate."

They had no idea that the Chi family girl was right before their eyes.

The wailing in the room came and went; it stopped mostly because Meng Jue fainted from the pain.

Four double-hours later, the sky grew dim, and the tightly shut door was finally opened.

Chi Nan Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead, a hint of fatigue in his eyes, and thought, "How is Meng Jue's hand not broken? It's clearly shattered, almost a powdery fracture."

He had been picking out the fragments of bone lodged in flesh for a long time.

"Divine Doctor, how is it healing? My son's hand…"

"The hand is saved, but it cannot bear load. When the injury fully heals, it will appear like an ordinary hand, yet still cannot lift heavy objects."

Jiang Clan heard this and felt a weight in her heart: "So isn't that no different from being a cripple?"

"There is still a difference. If not treated in time, Lord Meng's two hands would have to be amputated, and then he would truly become a cripple—no, a disabled person."

Jiang Clan sat weakly in the chair, and at that moment, Cai Pin hurried over.

"Madam, it's bad, it's bad! The young lady has fainted."

Yes, Qinghe, and Qinghe!

"Divine Doctor, my daughter's face—please intervene so her face returns to its original state; it must not be left with any scar."

If her visage is ruined, she cannot marry into the Crown Prince's Residence.

Chi Nan Yi arrived at Meng Qinghe's courtyard; the place she now lives in is precisely the courtyard he once owned.

Inside the room, the strong scent of medicine mingled with a hint of rotting flesh, pungently making Chi Nan Yi frown.

Meng Qinghe lay quietly on the bed, her complexion as pale as paper.

The face that is usually delicate and charming now bore several gruesome wounds.

The most severe wound slashed from the brow peak downwards, nearly splitting the outer corner of the eye; the flesh was torn and flayed, a sight that shocked onlookers.

Some wound areas had flesh turning slightly pale, likely soaked by tears, already beginning to rot and fester.

No wonder Meng Qinghe went mad.

Anyone would find such disfigurement unbearable.

At this level of injury, even for an ordinary physician it is indeed tricky; even the Palace Imperial Doctor would leave scars on this face.

But with Spirit Spring Water, recovery would be swift, even more beautiful than before.

"Divine Doctor, can my daughter's face be healed?"

"It can." Chi Nan Yi produced a surgical knife, thinner and sharper than the one used on Meng Jue, and said, "I must first excise the rotting flesh from her face. This process will be painful; please have someone hold her steady. If she moves, my blade may cut where it shouldn't, and the young lady's face will suffer."

This time, she didn't even need Ma Fei San.

Meng Qinghe was awakened by waves of piercing pain.

The pain of her facial flesh being torn away constantly stimulated her nerves.

She opened her eyes and saw a blade as thin as a cicada wing; before she could react, the stabbing pain surged again.

"What are you doing? What are you doing to my face?"

She tried to struggle, but her limbs were tightly bound; several strong maids held her to prevent movement.

In this scene, Chi Nan Yi felt it was all too familiar.

It actually resembled the scene from a previous life when Meng Qinghe's appearance was ruined.

"Pain! Too much pain! You… you…"

A piercing scream ripped the air, tears streaming down unceasingly; Chi Nan Yi observed, his eyes like a still ancient well, as if Meng Qinghe's cries of pain meant nothing to him.

His fingers gripped the knife, fingertips steady, the blade precisely slicing through the already rotting flesh on Meng Qinghe's face; the scent of blood mingled with a hint of decay filled the room.

"Ah!" Meng Qinghe kept screaming, Chi Nan Yi felt annoyed and shouted angrily: "You'd better shut your mouth. Every time you open it you tear the wound. If you don't want my knife to pierce your face, just endure it honestly, otherwise I don't mind making you temporarily mute."

"You…"

Chi Nan Yi, fed up, stopped wasting words and tossed a pill straight into her mouth.

The pill just entered, and Meng Qinghe's voice vanished.

No matter how she opened her mouth, no sound could be produced.

Chi Nan Yi would rather give her a mute medicine than use anesthetic.

She did it on purpose.

By the time all the rotting flesh was removed, Meng Qinghe was already so painful she passed out.

The Jiang Clan clutched the handkerchief tightly, eyes bloodshot: "Divine Doctor, my daughter—"

Chi Nan Yi took out a porcelain bottle and dripped the medicine onto her face.

The wound, which moments ago was a spray of flesh and blood, visibly began to settle, even showing signs of scabbing.