Chapter 352: Assisting in Surgery

Zhang Yu waited for a while and also became impatient; he paced back and forth several times, and finally, unable to endure it any longer, he rushed in front of Xiao Lujing.

"Young man, Bai is treating the illness, why hasn't she come out after so long?"

"Can I go in and take a look, is that alright?"

Xiao Lujing's attitude was cold, "No."

"I just want to take a look, to see how Lao Wang is doing..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Lujing flipped his hand, and a Dagger flicked in his palm.

He kept a cold face and said nothing, yet his entire body exuded a trace of killing intent.

Silence spoke louder than words; Zhang Yu understood his meaning and could only turn away dejectedly, walking back into the courtyard.

Suddenly, the tightly shut door opened.

Xiao Moting walked out from the room, both hands stained with blood.

Seeing the blood on his hands, everyone present could not help but be shocked.

Could it be that Lao Wang...

Zhang Yu was also startled, and after coming to his senses, he rushed forward two steps, his face full of anxiety.

"Prince of Zhenbei, is Lao Wang... gone?"

Everyone standing in the courtyard remained silent, all looking anxiously at Xiao Moting.

Xiao Moting also said nothing; he tilted his head and signaled to the few Beijiang Army soldiers standing at the courtyard entrance.

"Go in and carry him out."

These few Beijiang Army soldiers were the ones who had just arrived with him by carriage and were standing guard outside the courtyard gate.

Hearing this, the men immediately ran into the room nimbly.

Very quickly, the men carried out a Stretcher.

The person lying on the Stretcher was none other than Lao Wang.

Lao Wang had already been changed into a blue-and-white striped hospital gown and remained unconscious, but the rotten cloth wrapped around his thigh had been replaced with snow-white Bandage.

Zhang Yu rushed up quickly and, seeing Lao Wang's chest rising and falling steadily, finally let out a sigh of relief.

He reached out and touched Lao Wang's forehead, his pupils instantly shrinking.

"The fever has already broken?"

"I gave him medicine, he is no longer running a fever." Bai Wei's voice came from the side.

Zhang Yu hurriedly looked up and saw Bai Wei standing at the door wearing a strange light blue robe, wearing strange Surgical Gloves on her hands, and a peculiar Mask on her face, revealing only her two eyes.

He hurriedly walked forward, "Bai, are you saying that you have already treated Lao Wang's illness?"

Bai Wei nodded; she was wearing a Surgical Gown.

"The wound on Lao Wang's leg was severely infected, and the tendons were severed. If it had been any later, there would have been a high probability of Sepsis, leading to death. But don't worry, I removed the rotten flesh and gave him an Antibiotic. It's just that his severed tendons cannot be fully restored; as long as he doesn't do heavy labor in the future, walking and doing things will be no problem."

"As long as he follows medical advice, he will recover within ten days. During this period, you must send someone to take care of him; change the dressing once a day for the first three days, and then change it every two days after that. You must do as I say."

As Bai Wei spoke, she shoved a paper bag containing Iodine, Bandage, Absorbent Cotton, and Antibiotic pills into Zhang Yu's hands.

"The method for changing the dressing and the dosage of the medicine are all written on it."

Saying this, she lifted her chin again.

"Next, hurry up."

After finishing, she turned around and returned to the ward.

Zhang Yu was completely stunned, looking at the paper package in his hand, still unable to collect his thoughts.

Seeing that Lao Wang had been successfully treated and pulled back from the brink of death, the crowd in the courtyard swarmed over all at once, their expressions full of surprise and joy.

"Lao Wang's injury was actually healed by Bai? She truly is a divine doctor."

"The fever is indeed gone. Bai's medical skills, although strange, are truly formidable."

"The doctors all said Lao Wang was going to die, yet Bai healed him so quickly. These medical skills are better than the doctors in the city! No, even better than the Imperial Physician in Shengjing."

The crowd was extremely excited and surged forward one after another.

"Quick, treat me first."

"Bai, I want to be treated too."

Zhang Yu also recovered from his shock; seeing the crowd pushing toward the ward door, he immediately stepped forward and barked in a rough voice.

"What are you pushing for? Didn't you hear Bai's requirement just now that no one is allowed to come up and watch? Everyone stay put and behave!"

"Those with serious injuries get treated first. The next one is Lao Chen; hurry and carry him in."

Lao Chen was the middle-aged man who had just grabbed Bai and begged her to save his son; he had been struck by a Long Sword in the abdomen and was severely wounded.

Xiao Moting waved his hand, and several Beijiang Army soldiers rushed forward to lift Lao Chen.

Lao Chen's voice was as thin as a thread, "First... save my son first..."

Inside the room, Bai Wei's cold voice came out.

"No rush, I will treat all of your injuries, one by one."

Lao Chen lay on the Stretcher, moved to tears.

He was too weak to sit up and could only use all his strength to repeatedly knock his forehead against the Stretcher.

"Thank you, divine doctor, thank you, divine doctor..."

Zhang Yu walked up, placed a black cloth hood over Lao Chen's head, and patted his shoulder.

"Lao Chen, your life was saved by Bai; remember her kindness in the future."

Xiao Moting also turned and walked into the ward.

Bai Wei was treating so many people alone; he had to go and help.

Inside the ward, Bai Wei was standing by the Surgical Table, her face completely covered by the Mask, revealing only a pair of cold and beautiful eyes.

She had the Beijiang Army place Lao Chen onto the Surgical Table, then picked up the Surgical Scissors, preparing to cut open his clothes.

"Let me." Xiao Moting immediately rushed forward in a few strides, skillfully put on the Surgical Gloves, and without a word of protest, took the Surgical Scissors from her hand, "Bai, whatever there is that I can do, just command me."

With so many people waiting outside to be treated, he was afraid that Bai Wei would tire herself out.

Although Xiao Moting did not know how to perform surgery, he could handle some of the dirty and tiring work.

The scissors in Bai Wei's hand were snatched away by Xiao Moting.

She turned her head and saw Xiao Moting bent over, earnestly cutting open Lao Chen's tattered clothes, which were matted with blood, and her eyes could not help but curve into a smile.

Saving patients is not as easy as it is portrayed on television.

These ancient wounded men were all filthy to the extreme, their clothes crusted with blood scabs and pus... emitting a foul, unbearable stench.

If it were anyone else, they would have vomited long ago upon seeing this scene.

Yet Xiao Moting, despite being a prince, did not show the slightest disgust; instead, he vied to do this dirty and tiring work—something other princes would never be able to do.

Bai Wei knew that he was afraid she would get tired.

Just as Xiao Moting was cutting the clothes, Bai Wei also picked up the Anesthetic and gave Lao Chen an injection.

Lao Chen, whose whole body had been tensed up, immediately went limp and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Moting clumsily cut open the clothes, then imitated the way Bai Wei had done it just moments before, using alcohol to disinfect the wound.

"Xiao Moting, I didn't expect you to do this quite well." Bai Wei smiled, then bent down to carefully examine the wound, "Hmm... he was struck by a Long Sword and his abdominal cavity was pierced; fortunately, he was lucky enough to avoid any vital organs."

"However, the wound has caused an abdominal infection, and I don't yet know which organs have been damaged, so I will first perform an Ultrasound on him to see the situation before opening the abdomen."

The cold wind whistled, and the snow fell even more heavily.