Fan Xian, who was lying on the bed with a haggard face, immediately expressed his opposition. First of all, he did not have much confidence in his suturing skills. Second of all, he did not want his sister, who had always been clean and weak, to see his bloody chest and abdomen. Furthermore, he would have to touch it with his own hands...
"Wan'er, you leave as well," Fan Xian said in a hoarse voice. "Take your sister out."
Wan'er did not say anything. She only shook her head gently. Ruoruo insisted, "My hands are the most stable."
Hearing Miss Fan speak so confidently, everyone, including the head of the Third Bureau, was surprised.
Fan Xian looked at her. He saw that the girl's usually calm eyes were gradually filled with confidence. His heart skipped a beat. No one knew what he was thinking, but a faint smile appeared on his pale face. "It will be very disgusting later, and you are my family. Logically speaking, I should not choose you... but since you insist, then you can stay."
After saying so much, he felt a little tired. Before he could say anything, Wan'er, who was next to him, shook her head again. She still did not say anything.
There was a moment of silence. The candlelight shone on Fan Xian's face. He forced a smile and said, "Then what are you all waiting for? It is only a small operation. "
The boxes that the Third Bureau had brought were indeed made according to Fan Xian's suggestion, but the real originator was Fei Jie. And where did Fei Jie learn to do this? Aside from Fan Xian, no one else knew. But now, he was going to be the chief medical officer for his own operation. As he spoke, everyone in Guangxin Palace began to get busy.
The palace was luxurious, and there were plenty of candles. They thought of a way to focus the candlelight on the bed, illuminating Fan Xian's exposed chest.
The eunuchs hurriedly boiled water and equipment, so that everyone in the palace could wash their hands. Ruoruo, on the other hand, carefully listened to her brother as he explained the procedures and procedures. The head of the Third Bureau was, without a doubt, the best anesthesiologist available. The eunuchs became nimble nurses.
On the other hand, the imperial physicians who stood at the side in a daze as they watched the crowd bustle about but did not know what they were doing seemed to have turned into third-year medical students who were spectating surgeries in that world.
"Anyway, it's not a gynecological examination." As Fan Xian thought of this, he gave up on the idea of chasing the royal doctors out. As for sterilization and disinfection — forget it, the palace did not have the means to do so.
The crisp sound of metal hitting metal echoed in the quiet Guangxin Palace. Fan Ruoruo nodded her head nervously, indicating that her brother was ready.
Lin Wan'er turned her head to look at her sister-in-law worriedly. She then took a white cotton towel and wiped the sweat from Fan Xian's forehead.
Fan Xian smiled with difficulty. "Madam, you should wipe the sweat off the doctor's forehead."
The head of the Third Bureau unreasonably prepared to feed him the medicine. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian smelled the aroma and closed his lips tightly, indicating that he would not eat it. "Strychnine is too strong," he said. "You will faint."
The head of the Third Bureau asked gloomily, "What if you don't faint? What if I bounce up in pain later? "
Although Fan Xian was not as brave as Guan Gong, he was the only one who was good at this. Of course, he could not allow himself to pass out and leave his life in the hands of his sister. With difficulty, he said, "Use chloroform, but only a little."
Only then did the head of the Third Bureau realize that he had forgotten about the medicine. It was he who had recommended it to Fan Xian in the spring, but Fan Xian had used it on his travels north and south. The Third Bureau rarely used it. He went back to the corner of the room and rummaged for a while, finding a small brown bottle. He happily walked back and put the bottle under Fan Xian's nose.
A slightly sweet smell immediately seeped into Fan Xian's nose. After a while, the medicine began to take effect.
Although his vision did not blur, the scene in front of Fan Xian began to look strange. It was as if he could see two pictures at the same time. One was his sister holding a sharp plier-like instrument and looking at him worriedly. The other was … many, many years ago, in a magical place called a hospital, where a familiar and beautiful nurse was talking to him.
His state of mind was much firmer than that of the average person. He immediately knew that he was beginning to experience temporary hallucinations. The real and imaginary scenes were beginning to intertwine. He did not have much time left.
"Start, quickly." He slightly narrowed his eyes. "If Ruoruo cannot hold on, I will immediately take over."
He was very brave. It was as if he was using his own life to protect Ruoruo's confidence. But under the effects of chloroform, his mind always easily drifted away from the operation room in the palace, and he forgot that the patient being operated on was him.
Fan Xian had used chloroform against Xiao En, against Yan Bingyun, against the second prince. Today, he was finally getting his comeuppance.
He turned his head to look at Wan'er's snow-white cheeks. Her eyes, after being slightly swollen, appeared particularly poignant and beautiful. Then, he looked at his sister, who was very carefully working on his chest. He suddenly smiled foolishly. He thought to himself, if in the future, he let his wife and sister wear pink nurse uniforms at home, even though he could only look at them … how beautiful would that be?
When people are confused, their true nature gradually emerges.
— — — —
The people outside of Guangxin Palace were still anxiously waiting. They all knew that Fan Xian had already woken up and was valiantly treating his serious injuries according to their own arrangements. Although the people of the Kingdom of Qing were long used to the surprises Fan Xian brought, such as the 3,000 poems, the Spring Examination, the First Bureau, and the tender tofu … they all thought that he was seriously injured, and yet he wanted to treat himself. They didn't know if he could pull himself back from the line between life and death.
The Emperor, who had been resting in the royal study, seemed particularly nervous about this young official. He actually sat in the imperial carriage and returned to Guangxin Palace. He looked at the quiet people in front of the palace and heard the faint sounds of voices and metal clashing. He couldn't help but frown. He thought of many years ago, on the difficult battlefield in the north, he seemed to have seen something similar.
"How is it?"
King Jing bowed to the Emperor and said worriedly, "The royal doctors can't help. Those guys from the Third Bureau … the antidote should be no problem, but the knife wound … is a bit too deep."
The Emperor smiled slightly and said, "With the treasures she left behind, it shouldn't be too much of a problem."
King Jing was startled and didn't reply. He stood behind the Emperor, and a glimmer of anger and sorrow appeared in his lowered eyes, then disappeared in a flash.
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After an indeterminable amount of time, the door to Guangxin Palace was finally pushed open. Yi Guipin didn't care about her identity as a mistress. She pulled the Third Prince over and anxiously asked, "How is it?"
What answered her was the sound of a very rude vomiting.
The person who came out was a young eunuch. He had been in charge of delivering the instruments in the palace earlier. Now that he was the first to leave the palace, he naturally became the focus of everyone's attention. But hearing Yi Guipin's question, he couldn't answer at all. His face was deathly pale, as if he had been provoked by something. He held onto a pillar and kept vomiting.
Eunuch Yao scolded, "You little bastard, vomit …"
Before he could finish, another pale-faced young royal doctor came out of the palace. He squatted down and vomited along with the young eunuch.
The world was peaceful, and the young eunuch had grown up in the palace. He had seen caning before, but he had never seen such a gloomy scene in the palace. What were those red, green, and white things? Could it be that the stomach of a person was filled with those horrible bloody balls of meat? Miss Fan was amazing. She could even touch it with her hands!
And the young royal doctor, who had practiced medicine for many years, only knew how to look, listen, question, and feel the pulse. The most disgusting thing he could do was look at the coating of the tongue and the vagina of the Eastern Palace. Tonight was the first time he had seen someone … use needles to sew skin and scissors to cut flesh … that was human flesh and human skin!
After a while, the Imperial Physicians who were students of the Medical College that night quietly retreated out of Guangxin Palace. However, the expressions on everyone's faces did not look too good. Although most of them could still maintain their composure on the surface, deep down in their hearts, they had suffered quite a bit of shock.
The Emperor looked at their faces and knew that Fan Xian should be fine. But he still asked, "How was it?"
The royal doctor, who had been slapped by King Jing, had been unable to suppress his curiosity and had secretly gone to watch. Hearing the Emperor's question, his face was a mixture of green and red. He said with great shock, "Your Majesty … it is truly marvelous."
Hearing this, King Jing couldn't help but scold him. "I'm asking you Fan Xian … not for you to sigh here."
The royal doctor stood up straight and continued to sigh. His beard trembled. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, I have been a doctor for decades, and have heard of this marvelous acupuncture technique. I did not expect to see it today … Your Majesty, please do not worry. Young Master Fan's internal organs have healed, and he will be fine. It is just that he has lost too much blood, and is not yet awake."
He didn't dare say that after Young Master Fan's operation was over, he finally couldn't withstand the effects of the chloroform, and began to talk nonsense on the "operating table". It was an absurd matter involving a noble family, and it was absurd beyond belief. He didn't dare to report this matter to the Emperor. Fortunately, at the operating table, other than himself, the number one student, there were only the two women closest to Young Master Fan, so he should be fine.
The people who remained outside Guangxin Palace were all people who sincerely hoped that Fan Xian would be able to survive. Hearing the royal doctor's powerful assurance, they all let out a collective sigh of relief.
The Great Prince showed a smile of relief and bowed to the Emperor. He did not wait outside Guangxin Palace any longer, and went straight back to his manor. He didn't want people to think that he was expressing goodwill to Fan Xian, and he didn't want people to think that he was trying to figure out the Emperor's intentions. He just didn't want Fan Xian to die. Hearing that he was safe, he left in a carefree manner.
The Emperor waved his hand and signaled for Yi Guipin to lead the exhausted Third Prince back to the palace first. He then started to walk into Guangxin Palace to have a look. King Jing followed behind him.
Unexpectedly, the royal doctor stopped in front of the two nobles and smiled bitterly. "Before Young Master Fan fainted, he said that it would be best if no one went in, in case …"
He furrowed his brows and thought for a while. Finally, he thought of a new word. "… infection?"
Fan Xian's words were actually just a request for some peace and quiet. The Emperor and King Jing paused for a moment and then agreed. Unexpectedly, they looked at the royal doctor with a fanatical expression. "Your Majesty, I think that Young Master Fan's medical skills are excellent, and that he should take up a position in the Imperial Academy of Medicine … He can treat the nobles in the palace, and he can teach students to benefit the people of the Qing Kingdom. As they say, his fame will last for a thousand years …"
This was a very good request, and there was no selfishness in it. But the situation was tense, and the Emperor couldn't help but get angry before King Jing could. He yelled angrily, "He hasn't woken up yet, and you're taking him for what? Fan Xian is so talented, how could he be restricted to such matters? "
King Jing wasn't angry. He chuckled and muttered, "Being a doctor is better than being a patient."
The officials of the Third Bureau finally retreated and bowed respectfully to the Emperor. After receiving a few words of encouragement from the Emperor, they left the palace, somewhat exhausted. In Guangxin Palace, aside from the eunuchs and serving girls, there were only Fan Xian, Wan 'er, and Ruoruo.
Lin Wan 'er looked at Fan Xian with a pained expression, and then at her sister-in-law, whose face was pale. She gently wiped the sweat from her brow. This was what Fan Xian had said earlier. Fan Ruoruo's hand, which had been steady until now, finally began to tremble. She knew that under her brother's command, she had accomplished something incredible. Her brother's life should be saved. Her mind relaxed for no reason, and her legs gave way. She almost fell to the ground.
Lin Wan 'er held her up, and laughed at herself. She still didn't say anything. The meaning behind her smile was clear. The chicken-leg girl felt that … everyone around her could help Fan Xian in some way, and only she could forever be a bystander, unable to do anything.
"Sister-in-law." Fan Ruoruo finally noticed Lin Wan 'er's unusual silence. She asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Lin Wan 'er had been stared at by her sister-in-law for a long time, and there was nothing she could do. She smiled and said, "I'm fine."
The word 'fine' was a little unclear. Fan Ruoruo looked closely and saw that there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of her sister-in-law's mouth. She couldn't help but jump in fright, and was about to call for the royal doctor.
Lin Wan 'er hurriedly covered her mouth, for fear of waking Fan Xian, who was intoxicated by the chloroform. She stuttered a little as she explained, "Nothing … I just bit my tongue."
Fan Ruoruo was a little surprised, and immediately understood what was going on. She couldn't help but feel warmth in her heart. She felt a little more love and respect for this young sister-in-law. Earlier, when she was feeding Fan Xian the medicine, Wan 'er was so anxious that she only cared about chewing the pill. In her panic, she bit her own tongue. But she was worried about Fan Xian's safety, and so she endured it until now.
The white curtains in Guangxin Palace had long been removed. Now, the moon pierced through the evening clouds, and shone down upon the world. It was a little similar to the white curtains in the palace. The people outside the Palace gradually dispersed, leaving behind only enough guards and eunuchs to deliver messages. The serving girls and eunuchs inside the Palace rested their heads on their chairs, ready at any moment to see if there were any changes to Sir Fan junior's injury. Another serving girl on night duty quietly removed the extra palace candles.
The sister-in-law and sister-in-law sat quietly on the chairs, looking at Fan Xian sleeping peacefully in the dim candlelight. A smile of relief appeared on their faces at the same time.
Outside the palace walls, Wu Zhu, dressed in coarse clothing, coldly looked in a certain direction in the palace. After confirming that someone was safe, he quietly slipped into the dark forest.
— — — —
After a few days, still in the Royal Palace, in the depths of the usually quiet but heavily guarded Plum Garden, the most famous patient in Jingdou was lying on a soft couch and sighing emotionally.
"When can I go home?"
Fan Xian covered himself with a thin blanket and lay on the soft bed. He looked at the little Chu Mei, who had been born early to show her filial piety. His expression was a little annoyed.
The resources in the palace were naturally very abundant. All kinds of expensive medicines were carefully regulated by the Imperial Academy of Medicine. They were constantly poured into his stomach, and it was difficult for him not to recover quickly. The palace eunuchs and palace maids were also much better at serving people than Fan Manor. Even the scenery in the plum garden was much better than the back garden of Fan Manor. In addition, his wife and sister had received a special edict to be by his side every day. With the autumn sun shining on him, the quilt covering him, and the little beauty accompanying him, it seemed to be no different from his life at home — except that there was no swing.
But he still wanted to go back to Fan Manor, because he always felt that was his true home in the capital.
After the first surgery in the Qing Kingdom's palace, with the foundation of his body built up over nearly 20 years of hard work, he recovered quickly. His chest and abdomen were still not completely healed, but at least he could lie down and look at the scenery. But the zhenqi in his body had not improved in the slightest. He felt a slight chill and fear in his heart.
Ruoruo blew on the porridge in her bowl and used a spoon to feed him a mouthful. On the other side, Lin Wan'er put her hand into his robe and carefully adjusted the position of the bag inside the two layers of cloth. This was Fan Xian's request. Using the cloth to bind the wound, and with the weight of the bag, it would be very beneficial to the healing of the wound.
Fan Xian swallowed the porridge with some difficulty and complained, "I eat porridge every day, and my mouth is so bland … I want to go home … I don't want to eat the food from Bao Yue Brothel, but I want to drink some of Lady Liu's berries. That would be better than this."
Lin Wan'er said, "You've only just woken up two days ago, and you talk a lot more. Since the Emperor has allowed you to recover in the palace, what are you afraid of? But … what do you mean by 'bland mouth is bland'?"
Fan Ruoruo did not understand, and asked, "What bird?"
Fan Xian's expression did not change, and he changed the subject, saying, "I'm not afraid of gossip … I just miss home."
Now that he was in the palace, he could not contact the Qinian Unit. The Emperor had ordered him not to worry about anything, so Wan'er and Ruoruo did not leave the palace. The other eunuchs and serving girls did not say anything. It had already been a few days since the assassination in the Floating Temple, and he did not know anything about it. He could not ask the old cripple about the Shadow, and that made him very uncomfortable.
(Today, I have to go to the hospital to settle my account, so I can only write this much.)
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