The magistrate and his wife came out of the house to visit. Compared with the anxiety when they entered, they could not hide their joy at this time.
"Thank you so much, madam." The prefect's wife came over in a few steps and saluted Qi Yue.
Qi Yue hurriedly helped each other.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Marquis, and thank you, Madam." The prefect's wife saluted the Marquis of Dingxi and Mrs. Xie again with tears in her eyes.
"Why are you thanking me? It's just a matter of course." Dingxihou said.
Mrs. Xie stretched out her hand to hold the magistrate's wife, but for some reason she couldn't utter the words "How about the child."
"Zi Qiao woke up and called her father and mother." The prefect's wife took the initiative to say to her, crying with joy, "Sister, this saved the lives of our mother and son..."
Mrs. Xie held the prefect's wife's hand tightly.
"God is watching, don't worry, everything will be fine." She whispered.
"Yes." The prefect's wife wiped away her tears and turned to Qi Yue, "Young madam, God has given you this noble person, please accept my bow."
As she said, she was about to kneel down, and the magistrate came over to express her gratitude. Qi Yue hurriedly returned the favor and supported her.
"Young Madam is tired. We haven't rested all day and night. We will take Qiao back now. Young Madam, please have a good rest. We will come back the next day to say thank you." The prefect's wife choked and said, looking at Qi Yue's tired face,
Eyes that are red from staying up late.
"That's not possible." Qi Yue was startled, "This kind of surgery requires at least half a month of hospitalization. How can we go back so quickly?"
"Hospitalized?" the prefect asked in confusion.
"It's just that his condition is very serious. Although he seems fine now, I can't guarantee whether it will happen again, so I have to watch him all the time so that I can treat him at any time." Qi Yue said hurriedly.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was stunned.
"Young madam...you mean...Zi Qiao is not well yet?" the prefect asked in shock.
"Yes." Qi Yue said, "It's still under observation. Whether it will be better or not, we can't make a conclusion yet."
"But, but he's already awake and can still talk..." The prefect and his wife couldn't understand and stammered in disbelief.
"It seems to be fine for the time being. We still need to conduct follow-up observation to see if there are any complications. These days are very critical." Qi Yue said.
Everyone in the room was silenced by these words, and the prefect's wife's tears immediately flowed out again.
"Young Madam..." She knelt down as soon as her legs went weak, "Please..."
Qi Yue supported her and nodded.
"I know, I know, I also want to cure him. Don't worry, I will try my best." She said solemnly.
"Yes, yes, don't worry, with Yueniang here, Ziqiao will be fine." Dingxihou also said.
"Bodhisattva bless you." The prefect's wife recited the Buddha's name with tears in her eyes.
Ms. Xie, who had been silent all this time, slowly closed her hands and lowered her eyes. Her expression was as anxious and nervous as everyone else's, but her slightly opened eyes shone with excitement and expectation.
Buddha bless….
After sending away the prefect, his wife and others, Qi Yue disinfected again and entered the house.
"How was it?" she asked.
Hu San and Zhang Tong were following her instructions to persuade the injured to change positions.
"You...you...bastards...young master...it hurts...so much...how can you...move!" the prefect scolded weakly, moaning incessantly.
After the anesthetic has worn off, such a large incision will naturally hurt, and it's not just ordinary pain.
In modern times, you would have to use a pain pump, but now...
"Doctor Liu, give him some of your painful medicine." Qi Yue pulled Liu Pucheng and whispered.
"No, that kind of medicine will become addictive if used too much. Pain is part of human spirituality. Besides, this is the pain of healing, not life-threatening pain. How can you take medicine as soon as it hurts?" Liu Pucheng shook his head and said.
With the development of science and technology, more and more painkillers are available, and people's tolerance is indeed getting worse and worse.
Qi Yue sighed and looked sympathetically at the young master of the prefect who was moaning on the bed.
My child, you were born a thousand years too early, so you can only suffer a little.
"Then you can only rely on your will to resist the pain." Qi Yue said, looking at Aru Hu San and others, "You should talk to him more and divert his attention..."
Hu San and others hurriedly answered yes.
"If it doesn't move, the intestines will stick together. In that case, the stomach will have to be opened again." Qi Yue stooped to the bed again and said.
After the injured person woke up and the prefect and his wife came to visit, Liu Pucheng explained the treatment process to them in detail. The child already knew that his stomach had been cut open and treated for injuries, although he still had no idea how to cut open his belly and sew it up again.
I don't understand it at all.
"You cut open my stomach?" He looked at Qi Yue and asked in a weak voice.
Qi Yue smiled at him.
"Yeah, what's your name?" she asked, checking the drainage tubes on his body. Yes, they were all normal.
Qi Yue couldn't help but recite Buddha in her heart, and smiled bitterly after reciting it. She never thought that Qi Yue, who was known as the little sharp knife outside the chest, would one day rely on gods and Buddhas.
"Are you...brother Yuncheng's...wife?" the prefect asked weakly, "You look...not bad."
Why is this kid talking? Hu San and others are a little embarrassed.
"Thank you, thank you." Qi Yue said with a smile, "Come on, let's turn sideways. I know you are in pain, but as a man, you dare to even cut your stomach. Are you still afraid of this pain?"
The young men all liked hearing this, and the prefect immediately became energetic, thinking that he had had his stomach cut open and survived, what a great talking point he would be in the future. With the help of Hu San and Zhang Tong, he got into a semi-recumbent position, and then Qi Yue
Keep talking to him, how old are you and what do you like to do in your daily life.
"You woman...why...love...talking to men so much?" the prefect said feebly, "...you don't follow the rules of a woman."
Qi Yue laughed.
"You little brat." She laughed.
"You're... a little brat!" The little brat was very dissatisfied and struggled to shout even though his whole body hurt and he had no strength at all.
The movement was too big, and I couldn't help but gasp.
"Hey, don't be afraid of the pain. Cough more and take deep breaths." Qi Yue said, demonstrating how to take deep breaths. "This can prevent atelectasis..."
"It's not that you're in pain...you said it was easy." The prefect said feebly, with a layer of sweat on his painful forehead. He even wanted to stop breathing, but he still took a deep breath!
After all, the child was weak after the surgery, and he was led to talk so much that he fell asleep not long after.
"Looking in good spirits." Liu Pucheng said with a smile.
Qi Yue did not feel relaxed in front of the child, and still frowned.
"I hope so," she muttered.
"Ms. Qi, don't be so nervous." Liu Pucheng shook his head and smiled helplessly.
"I'm just nervous." Qi Yue sighed, unable to hide the anxiety in her eyes, and stretched out her hand to rub her face.
It is simply unimaginable to undergo splenectomy in such an environment where there is nothing.
"Young Master Huang seems to be recovering well. He's fine." Liu Pucheng said again.
"It's okay, I'm just nervous." Qi Yue muttered.
Liu Pucheng laughed when he was told this.
"According to your opinion, you won't be nervous unless something happens?" He smiled.
I don't know whether Liu Pucheng's words came true or whether Xie's prayer took effect. Qi Yue, who had just fallen asleep after taking a rest that night, was woken up by a panicked Aru.
"Young Madam, Mr. Huang is not well..." she said tremblingly, still holding the thermometer tightly in her hand.
Qi Yue jumped up and grabbed the thermometer in Aru's hand.
9°C………
The unusual movement on Qi Yue's side spread quickly, and the prefect and his wife, who were already uneasy, came over immediately, but they were still blocked from the courtyard gate.
"What's wrong with Ziqiao?" The prefect's wife shouted anxiously, "Let me go in and take a look."
"The doctor is treating him, he just has a fever, don't worry." Hu San explained stammeringly.
Everyone inside was busy, so he was the only one who was pushed out to explain, but God, he didn't even understand what was going on.
"You let me in." When the prefect's wife heard this, she immediately panicked and was about to rush in.
"No, you can't disturb the doctor at this time. After a while, the doctor will let you in for a visit." Hu San shouted, reaching out to block the door.
"You despicable thing, get out of my way." The prefect's wife rushed anxiously, raised her hand and hit Hu San.
Hu Sansheng received a slap in the face and could not move his steps.
"If you go in now, it will be bad for the young master. Madam, if you really care about the young master, please wait." He did not dare to push the prefect's wife, so he could only hold the door with both hands to block it.
The prefect's wife didn't care about the etiquette between men and women, and rushed forward to kick Hu San.
"If Madam dares to step into this courtyard, I will send the young master out immediately." Chang Yuncheng's voice came from behind.
The fighting and noise suddenly stopped.
The prefect and his wife turned their heads and watched Chang Yuncheng walking over step by step.
"Do you believe it, madam?" he said.
This was too much to say, and the prefect looked very ugly.
"Your Majesty, there is no such truth in this world. We are here to treat illnesses, so it's fine if we don't let you watch. How can we not even let you know whether you are alive or dead?" He said in a deep voice, with suppressed anger.
I had long heard that the prince of Dingxihou Mansion was naughty and dissolute, and because he was a younger generation, he did not interact with others. He just thought it was a common problem among young people who are rich and wealthy. Only after contacting him in the past few days did I realize that those words were not only exaggerated.
, on the contrary, it was too irritating.
This kid is simply unreasonable!
"Since you are here for treatment, you are entrusting your life to the doctor. Whether it is life or death, she will always give you an explanation." Chang Yuncheng said, waving his hand.
The guards scattered around stepped forward.
"Madam, please wait here." Chang Yuncheng looked at the prefect's wife and said.
Looking at the guards who came forward, the prefect's wife had no choice but to retreat.
"Master." She turned around and grabbed the prefect's arm and cried loudly, feeling worried, angry and anxious.
The prefect held her hand tightly.
"Okay, let's wait." He spat out these words through his teeth, looking at the door of the hospital with a livid face, "Wait for her to give us an explanation!" *** (To be continued)
