Courtyard House: Wudang Disciple Sweeps Through the Compound

Chen Wenqi paused, his hand still holding the steamed bun, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What else could it be? It's what happened last night. I guess some people thought you were a cop coming to arrest someone."

"What? What kind of trouble happened last night?" Chang Xu sat up straight instantly, his curiosity piqued.

Chen Wenqi lowered his voice and recounted the whole story in detail.

"Last night, the wife of the Jia family in the Intermediate People's Court was having an affair with an old man in charge of the court in the cellar. The entire neighborhood blocked the door, and the street office took them away in the middle of the night."

"What?! They can actually do something like that?" Chang Xu clicked his tongue in disbelief, his eyes widening in astonishment.

Chen Wenqi shook his head: "Our courtyard is full of all sorts of people, which is why I urged my mother and siblings to move out as soon as possible—to avoid being affected by these sordid things."

"It's good to move out; out of sight, out of mind." Chang Xu nodded in deep agreement.

The two ate and chatted casually, and the dozen or so buns on the table were gone in the blink of an eye.

Chang Xu has now reached the level of a Grandmaster of Internal Energy, and Chen Wenqi has been practicing martial arts for many years, so his appetite is naturally larger than that of an average person.

These two martial arts practitioners are together right now, and this little bit of food isn't even enough to fill their teeth.

After finishing breakfast, Chen Wenqi went back to his room to retrieve his medicine box—all the medicines he had just prepared yesterday were neatly packed inside, each with a clear label.

When Liu Jianjun arrived at the hospital, he was leaning against the hospital bed reading a newspaper when he heard footsteps and looked up.

Upon seeing that it was Chen Wenqi and Chang Xu, he immediately smiled, put down his newspaper, and sat up straight.

"Brother Hao, Brother Chen Wenqi, you've finally arrived."

"Hmm, Brother Liu, have you had breakfast this morning?" Chen Wenqi asked as he gently placed the medicine box on the bedside table.

Liu Jianjun clenched his fist tightly, a resolute expression on his face, and answered.

"I've eaten. I'm all prepared and ready to go straight to the operating table at any time."

"Okay, let's start the surgery now." Chen Wenqi skillfully put on a mask, then turned to Chang Xu beside him and gave the instructions.

"Brother Chang, could you please come over and lend me a hand?"

Dean Chen, along with several military medical experts from the hospital, had been waiting for a long time in the corridor outside the ward.

Upon catching a glimpse of Chen Wenqi approaching, the group quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Young friend Chen, we would also like to observe your surgical procedure from the sidelines. Please bear with us."

Chen Wenqi did not refuse at all, and went straight to the side to change into a clean and tidy white coat.

Then, he carefully and attentively inspected all the medical equipment in the medicine box.

Yesterday, the surgical tools he had specially crafted, such as scalpels and tweezers, were all neatly and orderly arranged.

There was also the spirit spring alcohol that he brewed himself, which was stored in a transparent glass jar, with a faint blue halo emanating from the inside.

He casually picked up a few slender silver needles, soaked them repeatedly in alcohol, and carefully carried out the disinfection work.

After the disinfection work was completed, he accurately located several key acupoints on Liu Jianjun's legs and slowly inserted the silver needles.

"Brother Liu, let me use silver needles to stop your bleeding first, which will also have an anesthetic effect."

"Your legs will gradually become numb and lose sensation. Don't panic, this is normal."

Liu Jianjun grinned, revealing a bright smile and a set of neat, white teeth.

"Don't worry, bro, my leg was already scheduled for amputation anyway."

"If we have the chance to save it now, that would be the best outcome. But even if we can't save it in the end, I won't mind at all."

"We soldiers have endured all kinds of hardships, so this little pain is nothing."

Dean Chen quickly stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the silver needles inserted into the acupoints, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Young friend Chen, your acupuncture skills are truly amazing! You can achieve both hemostasis and anesthesia simultaneously?"

"How long can this anesthesia and hemostatic effect last?"

While carefully adjusting the depth of the silver needle insertion, Chen Wenqi answered calmly.

"It can last for a considerable period of time, but it's best not to exceed ten minutes."

"Otherwise, blood circulation in the legs will be obstructed, and the nerves may very well become necrotic."

"However, with my surgical speed, ten minutes is more than enough to complete the entire operation."

Upon hearing this, Dean Chen gasped in shock, his face filled with astonishment.

The military medical experts standing nearby exchanged glances, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Acupuncture can directly replace anesthetics, achieving both hemostasis and analgesia.

This is no ordinary medical skill; it's practically the kind of magical arts only immortals could possess!

Chen Wenqi seized the best opportunity and first placed a sterile surgical pad on Liu Jianjun's leg.

Next, he took out the specially made scalpel, dipped it in the spiritual spring alcohol, and carefully wiped the blade clean repeatedly.

When the sharp blade gently sliced ​​through his skin, Liu Jianjun indeed felt no pain whatsoever.

Only a very faint "hissing" sound reached my ears, almost imperceptible.

The condition inside the wound was much worse than anyone had anticipated.

The broken bones were crookedly stuck in the muscles, and many small bone fragments were deeply embedded in the soft tissue.

Chen Wenqi first used Lingquan alcohol to repeatedly and carefully rinse the wound, thoroughly cleaning away the blood and small debris inside.

Then, holding the tweezers, he carefully probed deep into the wound little by little and began to remove the larger bone fragments.

His eyes were bright and sharp, as if they were equipped with a high-precision laser scanner, incredibly accurate.

Even the smallest bone fragment, no bigger than a sesame seed, would not escape his sight and would be found one by one.

In just about a minute, he had removed all the bone fragments from the wound, leaving not a single one.

Then he removed several rusty steel nails from the wound.

These steel nails were originally intended to fix the broken bones, but now they are getting increasingly tighter.

Not only did they fail to provide any fixation, they actually worsened Liu Jianjun's injuries and delayed the optimal time for wound healing.

Chen Wenqi poured some specially made disinfectant into the wound and gently shook Liu Jianjun's leg to help the disinfectant fully penetrate the wound.

After that, he took out bone glue and carefully aligned the misaligned bones little by little, then glued them back together firmly.

The most difficult part of the entire surgery was reconnecting the severed meridians.

The key lies in those tiny, almost indistinguishable mucous membranes hidden within the flesh.

Ordinary doctors either can't see these tiny mucous membranes at all, or they find them too troublesome to handle and simply choose to cut them off.

But Chen Wenqi knew very well that only by fully connecting these "invisible meridians" could he succeed.

Only when the nerves in his legs can regrow and recover can Liu Jianjun's legs be considered truly cured.

The final step of the surgery is to suture the skin and flesh together.

Chen Wenqi held the specially made catgut suture and slowly and meticulously stitched up the wound along its edges.

The distance between each stitch is precisely controlled, neat and even, as if it had been carefully measured.

After the stitches were completed, he applied a special ointment that had been simmering for several hours to the surface of the wound.

Then, he took out a splint that he had made in the secret realm the night before from his backpack.

The surface of the splint was also coated with a layer of dark ointment, and when you got close, you could smell a faint, bitter herbal aroma.

He used the splint to firmly fix Liu Jianjun's lower leg, then carefully wrapped it with bandages, and finally tied a tight knot.

Only then did Chen Wenqi slowly exhale and reach out to remove the silver needles from Liu Jianjun's leg one by one.

"Hiss—" Liu Jianjun first gasped involuntarily, thinking that a sharp pain was about to come.

But then, a cool and comfortable feeling spread from my legs, instantly enveloping my entire calf.

The intense, burning pain I had felt earlier vanished completely in an instant, leaving no lingering discomfort.

"Brother Chen, my leg..." He tentatively moved his toes slightly, and his eyes lit up instantly, his face full of surprise.

Chen Wenqi smiled and gently patted his shoulder, speaking in a very relaxed tone.

"Don't worry, Brother Liu, the surgery was a great success. Your leg is saved, and you'll be able to walk normally again."

"I'll come back next week to change your dressing. During this time, you must not let the wound get wet, and you must take extra care."

"If you accidentally get the wound wet, be sure to call me immediately and I'll help you treat it."

"Brother, I...I really don't know how to thank you enough!" Liu Jianjun's eyes were red with emotion, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Brother Liu, you don't need to be so polite with me." Chen Wenqi scratched his head a little embarrassedly, his tone very sincere.

"You're Brother Chang's comrade-in-arms, so you're family to me. Helping family members with this little thing is nothing."

"Once your leg has healed, treat me to a meal of braised pork, and I'll be perfectly content."

Chang Xu stood silently to the side, watching everything unfold, feeling a warm glow in her heart, as if she were holding a hot pancake.

He was genuinely happy for Liu Jianjun that he was able to save his leg, and he also deeply admired Chen Wenqi's superb medical skills.

Dean Chen came closer again, his eyes fixed on the black ointment on the splint, and asked curiously.

"Young friend Chen, what exactly is this black ointment? It looks extraordinary."

"Will applying it directly to the wound cause any side effects and affect its healing?"