Yang seemed to have no temper, but when he spoke, he was not polite at all.
Mrs. Wednesday looked a little confused.
Especially the old lady looked at the third lady pitifully.
When beating a dog, it depends on the owner. The slap Yang did not slap on the servant's face, but on her face. Mrs. Zhou's face turned ugly, "Grandma Shi, what do you mean? I'm not saying this just for
You, think about the clan wives."
Mr. Zhou's eyes widened. If it weren't for the difference between men and women, he would have kicked Yang aside.
"I don't know if it's because of the clan wife," Yang Mo turned around and walked towards Mrs. Zhou Zhou, "If she thought I was a medical woman, the Queen Mother would not send me to Cining Palace for treatment, let alone have this marriage, I don't believe it.
The clan let me in just to humiliate me in front of others after we get married."
"I don't believe that there is anything in this world that can lead to greater success if you tolerate it again and again. If you give in to some people once, they will come back to you a second time. If you give in to her twice, they will plot against you without hesitation."
Three times, no end, never give up." Yang Mo stared into Mrs. Zhou's eyes.
Mrs. Zhou only felt that her face had been peeled off and coarse salt was sprinkled on it, causing stinging pain.
Yang's every word was like a needle pricking her body.
What does it mean if you let her come once, she will come a second time, a third time, and so on.
Mrs. Zhou's lips trembled and she covered her stomach, as if Yang Mo was so angry that she had fetal contractions.
Yang Mo was too familiar with the patient's expression and ignored Mrs. Zhou Zhou, "When Taizu raised his army, Empress Taizu Yuan was held hostage by the rebellious ministers of the previous dynasty in order to save the lives of the people in the city. It took five years of cold and heat before she was reunited with Taizu.
Grandpa Taizu praised Queen Yuan for her compassion." Yang Mo raised her chin, "Saving people's lives is never a disrespectful thing."
Yang took Empress Taizu Yuan as an example.
When Taizu canonized Queen Yuan, he was afraid that Queen Yuan would be kidnapped and criticized, so he specifically mentioned Queen Yuan in the decree in order to save the lives of the people in the city.
Who can argue about what happened?
Since his reputation would not be damaged if he was kidnapped, Yang was just treating people.
Mrs. Zhou suddenly found that her tongue was tied. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't pull it apart. "That was a troubled time. Now we are in a peaceful and prosperous time. We must respect women's ethics."
"The Third Madam is saying that I don't follow women's ethics." Yang Mo clearly repeated Madam Wednesday's words.
It's a very strong statement to say that a man is not a woman.
Especially in public, no one can say such things, especially a person like Mrs. Wednesday who maintains her own identity.
Mrs. Zhou stood there frozen for a long time. It took her a long time to remember to ask Mr. Zhou for help, and she burst into tears. "Grandma Shi came to my house as a guest, how could you embarrass me like this?"
"I want to see a patient but my wife refuses. I don't know who is making things difficult for whom."
Mr. Zhou was furious, "You woman really don't know how high the sky is." He raised his hand.
Yang Mo raised her head and said, "Third master, do you still want to beat someone? I am not a servant and I can let you beat and scold me."
The third lady hurriedly took Master Zhou's hand, but she couldn't hit Yang here, otherwise they would be at fault first even if they got into trouble with the Queen Mother.
Unexpectedly, with such a pull, Mr. Wednesday's raised hand suddenly fell on the third lady's face, and the wind of his palm swept across the third lady's cheek, making the third lady feel dizzy.
"Third brother, if you want to discipline your wife, you shouldn't do it in public."
Before the golden sound in the third lady's ears had receded, Zhou Chengling's voice came from behind.
Zhou Chengling picked up Yang Mo and protected her in his arms.
Mr. Zhou looked over and saw Yang trembling into a ball in Zhou Chengling's arms.
Mr. Zhou blushed, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"We have only been married for five days, and we are still newlyweds. When the Yang family enters the Zhou family, the Zhou family members should love and protect them. How can they reprimand me in person like this? How can they put my face at risk? Do you think I have lost my title?"
Bullying at will, if there is even the slightest mistake today," Zhou Chengling looked at Madam Zhou, "The Third Madam violated the rule of seven outs and talked too much, so she divorced her, so the Third Brother can divorce his wife."
Zhou Chengling looked indifferent, "Aren't you going to reason in front of the elders? Let's go to Prince Xian's Mansion to explain everything today clearly and see whose fault it is."
After Zhou Chengling finished speaking, he looked at Qiu Tong next to him, took the cloak from Qiu Tong and put it on Yang Mo, tightened Yang Mo's hand, walked a few steps and then turned to look at Master Zhou, "Third brother, do you want to go together?
?”
Xianwangfu? Meet Princess Xianwang?
No matter what Zhou Chengling said, Princess Xian would always stand by Zhou Chengling.
King Xian also always protected Zhou Chengling.
The momentum Mr. Wednesday had built up suddenly slackened.
…
Yang Mo got on the carriage all the way and couldn't help but laugh while sitting in the car.
She was trembling with laughter in Zhou Chengling's arms. She didn't know why, but maybe it was because Zhou Chengling gave her a look, asking her to pretend to be more charming and pitiful.
But she just couldn't pretend, so he had to hold her head firmly, cover it with his cloak, and then take her to the carriage.
Yang Mo got into the car and immediately told Mei Xiang, "Hurry back to Baohe Hall, the patient can't wait."
The carriage drove forward, leaving Zhou Chengling at the door.
Ajiu led the horse over and said, "Master, where are we going?"
When it comes to rescuing someone, he will ignore everything and just leave him at the door and ignore him.
Ajiu saw the unhappiness on Zhou Chengling's face, bent down and said: "Otherwise, we will also go to Baohe Hall."
He still had his own things to do. Lu Zheng would not be a deserter. Something must have happened in Baoding. Zhou Chengling got on his horse and told Ajiu, "Go to the infantry camp."
…
Mr. Zhou was so angry that his hands and feet were trembling, "It's all that Zhou Chengling."
The second old man walked around the house with a cane and said, "You will go out to war tomorrow. It is not good for anything to happen today. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years, not to mention that it only takes a blink of an eye."
I can trample Zhou Chengling under my feet."
After hearing what his father said, Mr. Zhou's expression softened a little.
"I don't know what happened to the deserter."
The second old man sneered, "There are deserters every year. It's not a big deal. If Yang is willing to save him, let her do it. We go to war over a deserter. If word spreads, we are not afraid of others laughing. Yang has lost his identity and actually killed Taizu."
When Queen Yuan brought her out, who did she think she was, Queen Yuan? With her status, she dared to mention Queen Yuan."
Mr. Zhou said in a low voice: "Why don't we ask someone to inquire and find out what happened to the deserter?"
The second old man shook his head, "You can't have anything to do with these people, especially Zhou Chengling and the Yang family. That would be degrading your status."
…
Yang Mo got off the carriage, and Wei Mao and Xiao Quan immediately came out to greet him.
When Wei Mao saw Yang Mo, he immediately said: "Master Shi asked us to come back and wait. I didn't expect Master to arrive so soon."
This was thanks to Zhou Chengling. Without Zhou Chengling, she didn't know how long it would have been delayed.
As Yang Mo walked, he asked Wei Mao, "How are you doing? What medicines have you used?"
Wei Mao began to describe Lu Zheng's situation, "At first he kept his eyes open but didn't speak. Later, he couldn't even open his eyes. We used saline and gave him medicine through a nasogastric tube."
Wei Mao said and handed the side to Yang Mo to see.
"There seems to be an injury on the head, but it doesn't look serious."
Yang Mo opened the curtain and Hu Ling stood up immediately. Miss Yang was back. As long as Miss Yang came back, the patient would hopefully be cured.
Everyone moved aside from the bed to let Yang Mo walk over to check on Lu Zheng's condition.
Lifting the sheet covering Lu Zheng's body, Yang Mo immediately saw Lu Zheng's swollen legs, "Tear the trouser legs apart so I can see more clearly."
Wei Mao responded and quickly picked up the scissors to cut Lu Zheng's pants.
How could Lu Zheng be like this? If he hadn't looked carefully, Yang Mo wouldn't have recognized that this person was Lu Zheng.
"Are there any wounds on your body?" Yang Mo asked while checking.
"There was a stab wound, but it has healed."
"Where?"
"On the waist." Xiao Quan said and pointed to Yang Mo.
Yang Mo saw that the wound had healed and there was no sign of inflammation or suppuration.
"How did Lu Zheng get to Beijing? Who knows?"
Wei Mao and the others looked at each other for a long time and then said: "It seems that they ran into the capital. They didn't see the carriage or horses, but... they saw the wounds on their feet."
Yang Mo looked at Lu Zheng's feet again.
It could no longer be called a foot, but a bloody piece of flesh. The toes were all worn away and the soles of the feet were worn out. Yang Mo had never seen such injuries before and couldn't help but take a breath.
"Lu Zheng, Lu Zheng," Yang Mo began to call Lu Zheng's name, "Lu Zheng, can you hear my voice?" What kind of strength did he rely on to step on his own flesh and blood and enter the capital?
"Lu Zheng, I'm Yang Molan, I'm here to diagnose you."
Lu Zheng only felt that his eyes were being opened by someone, but he only saw a beam of light and no figure.
"Lu Zheng, Lu Zheng."
Someone called his name.
This person carries the fragrance of apricot blossoms. Only when people are in a happy mood can they smell the beautiful smell in the world.
So, he's not dead yet.
He must not be dead yet, he is waiting for someone to save him.
He seemed to see his father giving him a thumbs up and saying, "Well done, Lu Zheng." He patted his shoulder.
…
"Master, how can I cure this disease?" Wei Mao couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
There was a wound on the head, probably from a fall, and the final injury was on the lower limbs. She had never seen such swollen legs, and even a crush injury was nothing more than that.
It is not possible to simply raise the affected limb with such an injury.
"Incisional decompression surgery is required."
What is incisional decompression? Although everyone is used to hearing strange disease names from Master, they still can't help but ask every time they hear it.
Yang Mo didn't have time to explain but just ordered, "Disinfect both legs. Quick, prepare a large number of sterilized cloths and scalpels."
Baohetang suddenly became busy.
Yang Mo looked at Lu Zheng.
"Lu Zheng, you have to come through. I want to save your legs and your life. You have to do what you should do and stay alive."
Must live.
Do what he should do.
Lu Zheng felt his eyes were numb.
After the two legs were briefly disinfected, Yang Mo took out the scalpel and slowly cut open Lu Zheng's two calves with the scalpel. A large amount of blood suddenly poured out.