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"Chang Yuncheng, you killed me!"
In the room, Qi Yue grabbed Chang Yuncheng and shouted loudly.
"I see that you are living quite well now and are still very strong." Chang Yuncheng pulled her hand away, and through the window he could see people outside looking anxiously at her.
"Why don't you make it clear that you didn't take me back because you were beaten by your father!" Qi Yue went crazy and reached out to scratch his head. The tentacles were not the smooth curly hair that he was familiar with, but high temples, but to no avail.
Throw your hands away.
Chang Yuncheng laughed.
"My father beat me, so I came to ask you for help?" He seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, and laughed loudly, "You woman, you are so arrogant and ignorant, I, Chang Yun, have never thought about it even when I have grown up.
Asking for help for your own life..."
Qi Yue let out a heavy breath, blaming herself. She was so happy that she didn't even ask why this kid came to admit his mistake to her in a low voice.
"I can't save you, you can find someone else." She said with her hands on the table.
"What else are you blackmailing?" Chang Yuncheng frowned and said with a bit of sarcasm.
"What am I threatening? What have I ever threatened you with?" Qi Yue raised her head and shouted, "A wife wants to live with her husband. Is this considered a threat? As a wife who is bullied by servants, I have to rely on you as a boss.
Husband, does this count as a threat? If you keep talking about it to this day, are you still a man? "
Chang Yuncheng's face turned purple. This woman...this woman...could it be that she grew up eating firecrackers...
"Now is not the time to talk about this. People are waiting for help. Why did you drag me here to talk about this? It won't be too late after you save people." He took a deep breath and said.
"I can't save you." Qi Yue said simply.
"You haven't even seen it yet, how do you know it can't be saved?" Chang Yuncheng could no longer hold back his anger.
Qi Yue turned her head to look at him with a serious expression, then raised her chin out of the window.
Just now, she tried her best to break away from the prefect's wife, shamelessly said that something happened, and the couple whispered, dragging Chang Yuncheng into the house and closing the door. At this time, the courtyard was already filled with people whispering to each other, among them were those from Dingxihoufu.
There are not many servants, but many strange men...
"Are these people doctors?" Qi Yue pointed and asked.
Chang Yuncheng nodded.
"The doctors that the prefect can invite are not ordinary doctors, right?" Qi Yue asked again.
"If you have anything to say, please feel free to say it." Chang Yuncheng replied angrily.
"Husband." Qi Yue turned to look at him and called out.
Chang Yuncheng's face jumped when he called her husband, and he felt sour in his heart. He seemed to think it was more pleasant to call him Chang Yuncheng.
"You think too highly of your wife." Qi Yue smiled bitterly, "So many good doctors can't cure it, but I can cure it?"
"You're cured, Hao." Chang Yuncheng said.
Qi Yue sighed.
"I said, I don't have any medicine. Ah Hao still had medicine at that time, so she saved her life, but now, it's simply impossible!" She wanted to raise her hands and scratch her head again.
Chang Yuncheng wanted to say something else, but there was a commotion outside the door, and Dingxihou and his wife came over.
The prefect's wife, who had been waiting so hard that she wanted to rush in, couldn't help but pulled Ms. Xie and told her the whole story. She knelt down and begged.
"Yue Niang, come out quickly and take a look. It's important to save people. If you have anything to say, please wait." Dingxihou heard that his son and daughter-in-law hid in the house to talk at this time. He was a little unhappy and shouted hurriedly.
Qi Yue looked at Chang Yuncheng, who looked at her.
"Yes!" Qi Yue didn't say anything in the end. Instead, he raised his hand and lightly slapped his cheek, then stomped out.
Chang Yuncheng stood there and looked at her back, his expression changing.
Seeing her coming out, the prefect and his wife breathed a sigh of relief and came over excitedly.
"Okay, let me take a look, but my ability is limited and I may not be able to cure it. You should be mentally prepared." Qi Yue couldn't bear to look into the couple's eyes and lowered her head slightly.
While waiting for Chang Yuncheng to pick up Qi Yue, the prefect's wife personally visited the girl who was said to have been cured and saw with her own eyes the scars on her stomach that were obviously stitched.
There was actually someone who could survive having his stomach cut open and sewn up again. The magistrate and his wife were full of confidence in this expert, so they didn't take Qi Yue's words seriously and regarded it as modesty.
The couple hugged Qi Yue and happily walked into the house. The doctors on both sides got out of the way, looking at Qi Yue's expression with curiosity and shock.
Liu Pucheng stood at the door of the house, beside Hu San and his senior brother who were in a stupid state.
"Young Madam." Liu Pucheng saluted her and said.
"Doctor Liu." Qi Yue returned the courtesy hurriedly.
"Master, master..." Hu San stammered and shouted.
The senior brother stood aside and gave him a hard tug.
Qi Yue smiled at him.
"Please." Liu Pucheng said.
Qi Yue lifted her heavy foot and stepped in.
Following her in, other doctors also rushed in.
Aru, who was originally instructing the girls to pack Qi Yue's luggage, also ran over after hearing the news. When she squeezed into the room, Qi Yue had already checked on the injured. Aru held the wrapped medical equipment tightly and looked at it.
In the past, Qi Yue didn't look at her or ask for the usual utensils.
The injured person was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old. It could be seen that he was well-fed and well-fed, but at this time he was almost disfigured by the pain.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Qi Yue asked in surprise, looking at the child who was lying on the bed like gold paper but not writhing in pain.
Just now I heard Liu Pucheng simply say that she could basically conclude that it was a trauma to the internal organs. People with this kind of pain would suffer from life and death. Why did this child seem to be fine?
"I used medicine and acupuncture to temporarily stop the pain, otherwise the child wouldn't be able to hold on," Liu Pucheng replied.
"So you have this kind of medicine." Qi Yue said.
"Don't use it unless absolutely necessary," Liu Pucheng said.
Qi Yue nodded, having heard Liu Pucheng's concept, he looked at the child and stopped talking.
"Young Madam..." The prefect and his wife had been looking at her eagerly, but when they saw her stop, they asked hurriedly.
"I'm really sorry." Qi Yue raised her head and said apologetically, "I can't do anything."
As soon as these words came out, the magistrate and his wife were shocked.
"How could it be? Madam, you have already cured that girl..." the prefect shouted urgently.
"Yes, yes, young madam, that girl can be cured, why..." Dr. Guo, who had been crowding aside with an excited face, also shouted loudly.
The other doctors whispered in low voices. Their faces were not shocked, but looked like they had known they would be like this.
"That girl is different from this one..." Qi Yue could only explain dryly.
"Why is it different? It's the same! I can see it clearly!" Dr. Guo shouted loudly.
"What are you shouting for?" Qi Yue looked at him and raised her voice.
Dr. Guo was stunned by the shouting and his face turned red.
"What do you know? It's just the same, the same. Can people be the same? Are the symptoms and symptoms 100% the same?" Qi Yue said, with an anxious atmosphere and guilt, "If it can be cured, I can just watch.
Are you going to die without saving me?"
Sure enough, the young lady of the Hou Mansion was so powerful that everyone in the room was silenced by her sudden shout.
After a moment of silence, the prefect's wife rolled her eyes and fainted, then immediately rolled up again.
"Let me just say, it's really embarrassing." Mrs. Xie glanced at Dingxihou, said in a low voice, rolled up her sleeves and hurriedly went to look after the prefect's wife.
Dingxihou looked embarrassed.
Naturally, many people volunteered to treat the prefect's wife here. Liu Pucheng looked at the dumbfounded Qi Yue and sighed.
"Young lady, is it still because of the medicine?" he said.
Qi Yue looked at him, she didn't hide anything from this respected old man, she nodded, her eye circles couldn't help but turn red.
Watching the patient die in front of her was also a great torture for her.
Liu Pucheng smiled as he looked at her, and extended his hand to signal to the eldest disciple.
The eldest disciple hurriedly handed over the brocade box that he was holding tightly in his hand.
Qi Yue didn't know what he was going to do, but as he watched, Liu Pucheng opened the brocade box and took out two small porcelain vases.
"Ms. Qi... oh no, young madam, this is an anesthetic that I have concocted these days." He said.
Qi Yue looked at him in surprise.
"Although you said, young lady, that amazingly effective anesthetic is not available in the Central Plains, I think that everything in this world has the same root and origin. Since this thing exists in other countries, then maybe no one has discovered it here, so
During this period, I traveled to some deep mountains and old forests, visited some old herb farmers, and tried several flavors such as Datura datura, Radix Aconitum, and Angelica dahurica one by one, and finally came up with one flavor." Liu Pucheng said.
Qi Yue looked at Liu Pucheng with mixed feelings in her heart. She thought that after she said those words, Doctor Liu would give up his thoughts, but she didn't expect that he would still...
Why is he so persistent? Isn't he afraid that in the end it will be fruitless and he will just be busy fetching water from a bamboo basket?
"It's just that this curative effect..." she murmured.
"I have personally tried the curative effect. Although I don't know how it compares to Madam Madam's medicine, it is still effective with knife, needle and stitch." Liu Pucheng said.
Qi Yue bit her lower lip and said nothing.
"Young madam, I know how difficult you are." Liu Pucheng continued and sighed, "You must also understand the child's illness. If you can't have a caesarean section for treatment, you won't be able to survive tonight."
At this time, the painkillers over there had worn off, and the child began to cry out in pain again. His body was hunched over and rolled over the bed. The prefect's wife woke up and lay beside the bed crying, asking me to die for the child one by one.
Qi Yue naturally knew this in her heart, she lowered her head and said nothing.
"Young madam, if you don't treat her, you'll die. Anyway, why don't you give it a try." Liu Pucheng said, handing over the medicine bottle in his hand and looking at her with some earnestness.
"Doctor Liu, this is really not a simple matter. There are too many aspects involved in abdominal surgery. It will be useless if you are not careful..." Qi Yue said in a low voice.
"If you don't give it a try, how will you know?" Liu Pucheng said kindly.
"Young Madam." The eldest disciple on the side couldn't stand it any longer and stood up, "You, how can you be so cruel? You know how to treat people, but you just don't want to give it a try. In order to concoct this anesthetic, my master almost gave him death."
Take your life..."
Liu Pucheng turned around and shouted to stop him.
Qi Yue looked over in surprise and confusion.
The eldest disciple gritted his teeth and ignored Liu Pucheng's shouts. He lifted up Liu Pucheng's outer robe, pulled up his trouser legs, and exposed his calves.
"Look, my master's legs are about to be cut to pieces by himself!" he said loudly.
Liu Pucheng hurriedly patted him and tried to straighten his clothes, but his legs and feet were inconvenient and he staggered a little.
Qi Yue lowered her head and looked at the old man's calf in front of her, and couldn't help but cover her mouth to stop her from screaming.
This skinny leg is covered with scars, including old wounds that have been sutured, and fresh wounds where red meat has been turned over. The scars spread upwards, and it is conceivable that there must be more scars on it.
"You, you are..." she asked in a trembling voice, "Yes, you are doing an anesthesia experiment on yourself..." *** (To be continued)