After roasting the dagger on the fire, Wei Zi called out: "Su Nian, pour wine on my hand."
A large amount of wine washed Wei Zi's hands until they turned white.
"Fengsu, raise the lamp."
Wei Zi pressed the man's chest, found the right spot, and cut it with a knife without hesitation.
The woman's face turned pale and her lips trembled.
The other people next to him also had shocked faces, but Wei Zi put aside all distracting thoughts and acted calmly.
After cutting open the chest to expose the lungs, she pressed it a few times to confirm the location and cause of the accumulation of air, and then used a simple instrument made of a reed pipe and a wine bottle to help the man deflate the air.
Everyone was shocked again: the man with his breasts open actually moved!
While Wei Zi was expelling air, she was checking the man's lungs. When the air was almost gone, she took off the simple instrument and sutured the man. The speed was so fast that she once again shocked everyone.
After the bandaging was completed, the man's breathing was weak, but he was breathing!
The girl cried with joy and knelt down to kowtow to Wei Zi: "Thank you, big sister! Thank you, big sister!"
Wei Zi's hands were full of blood and it was difficult to help her: "Get up quickly!" He added: "The air in your father's chest has been eliminated. If there is no fever in the next twelve hours and the wound heals normally, then he will be truly fine.
"
But if the wound becomes inflamed, there is nothing she can do without antibiotics, no matter how powerful she is.
At this time, the women and girls were completely immersed in the improvement of the man's situation, and no longer cared about what Wei Zi said next.
When others looked at Wei Zi, there was only one question in their eyes: When did a female doctor with such outstanding medical skills appear in the imperial capital?
"Let him stay in the hospital for observation for a few days." Wei Zi said this to Director Zhao.
Curator Zhao naturally said yes.
Wei Zi washed her hands and continued to treat other injuries.
*
The moon sets and the sun rises, and the long night finally comes to an end.
After bandaging the last patient, Wei Zi stood up and finally exhaled a long breath.
Fatigue was overwhelming, and she felt that her hands were no longer her own.
Some doctors couldn't stand it any longer and took a nap in the corner.
Wei Zi turned around and saw Feng Danyuan, who had also stayed up all night with her.
At this time, there was blood on his face, and his temple hair was a little messy. His robe was black and there was nothing obvious about it, but thinking about it, it must be unclean, which was inconsistent with his usual neatness and aloofness.
But for some reason, Wei Zi felt that Feng Danyuan in front of her was more pleasing to the eye than ever before.
"Thank you." She smiled at him, rubbed her stiff shoulders and neck, found water to wash her hands, and washed her face. The cold water splashed on her face, and she felt refreshed all over.
"Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Feng Danyuan's voice sounded from behind.
Wei Zi originally wanted to wipe her face with her sleeves, but when she raised her hand, she saw that her sleeves were stained with blood, so she gave up and said with a smile on her wet face: "It's better to catch a cold than to faint. I'm exhausted. I'll go first."
Let’s sleep in a nearby inn.”
Then he pointed to the room where the patient was placed: "Although the injury has been treated, it still needs to be observed. I'm afraid I won't have time to go to the restaurant these days. If the eldest prince sees the third prince, let him know."
"Okay." Feng Danyuan felt depressed, didn't he have anything to say to him?
"Su Nian, let's go."
"Can you walk? Do you want me to carry you?"
"I can't walk anymore..."
"I'll carry you."
"You're just kidding, you've been busy all night. It's okay to be tired, but you're just sleepy..."
"Just turn right to the nearest inn..."
Feng Danyuan looked at that slender figure, and his whole heart suddenly softened.
