Shuse Jinjia

Huo Beiyu looked at Xie Zhaotang. Although the room was dimly lit, he could still see the hesitation and uncertainty in Xie Zhaotang's eyes.

Hope began to sprout in Huo Beiyu's heart.

He said sternly, "Fourth Miss, now is not the time to hide your abilities. If you can save Duan Chengyu, then do it. Consider it a favor I owe you. In the future, I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation..."

"Go ahead and save them! I promise I won't tell anyone what happened inside, and I won't hold you accountable! Please!"

He cupped his hands in greeting to Xie Zhaotang.

Xie Zhaotang took a deep breath. Huo Beiyu was already certain she could save him; if she didn't intervene, things would get even worse...

Fine, let's take a gamble!

"Young Master, if you want me to save you, then you must do whatever I say..."

Huo Beiyu immediately replied, "Alright, we won't question you no matter what you do!"

Xie Zhaotang then turned and pulled Huo Ling aside: "Go to my house and get the box from under my bed..."

Without saying a word, Huo Ling turned around and ran out, pulling a horse and galloping towards Aunt Shen's residence.

"Dr. Qiu, do you have silver needles?"

Before Xie Zhaotang could even get himself a set of silver needles, he asked.

Yes, yes...

Dr. Qiu quickly pointed to his medicine box.

Xie Zhaotang walked over, opened the medicine box and saw a set of silver needles, and some mulberry bark thread next to them.

"Aqin, go find a few jars of wine, and some cotton. Steam the strips of cloth and bring them over."

Xie Zhaotang made the arrangements one by one, and finally said to Huo Beiyu, "Find two people to come in, move the table to the windowsill, and carry Prince Duan up there."

Huo Beiyu struggled to his feet and went out to call in his servant Fengshi and an attendant.

Feng Shi and the other two didn't know why they did this, but they obediently set up the table and carefully lifted Duan Chengyu onto it.

"Dr. Qiu, please write this down and quickly go find these medicinal herbs for me..."

Xie Zhaotang dictated the medicines, and Doctor Qiu quickly took out a pen to write them down. Once he had written them down, he would hurry out of his house to get them, and if he didn't have any, he would have someone buy them.

While waiting for the wine to arrive, Xie Zhaotang took the mulberry bark thread from Doctor Qiu and processed it to make it even finer, then asked Li Qin to take it to be fumigated.

A moment later, a servant brought over several jars of wine. Xie Zhaotang tore off a piece of cloth to cover his mouth and nose, and used the wine to clean Duan Chengyu's wounds.

He then took silver needles that had been soaked in strong liquor and quickly inserted them around Duan Chengyu's abdomen.

Huo Beiyu watched from the side and saw that Duan Chengyu's bleeding stopped after a while.

He saw Xie Zhaotang wiping away the overflowing blood with cotton, revealing the wound.

The wound was about a finger's length long, and after it was cleaned, the internal organs inside were exposed.

"Young Master, if blood spills out, use cotton to absorb it, just like I do."

Xie Zhaotang wiped his hands with strong liquor and then focused intently on examining Duan Chengyu's damaged internal organs.

She wasn't a surgeon, but she had treated some external injuries before. She borrowed a dagger from Huo Beiyu and carefully removed the damaged spleen.

Fortunately, Duan Chengyu's intestines were not damaged; only his stomach was pierced by the wild boar's tusks.

When Li Qin brought over the mulberry bark thread, Huo Beiyu stepped back a little and watched Xie Zhaotang thread the softened mulberry bark thread through the needle and slowly sew up Duan Chengyu's damaged stomach like sewing clothes.

When Li Qin saw blood seeping out, she quickly used cotton to absorb it before Xie Zhaotang could say anything.

She and Huo Beiyu kept their eyes glued to Xie Zhaotang as he busied himself.

After Xie Zhaotang stitched up Duan Chengyu's abdomen, Li Qin dared to ask, "Is this all there is to it?"

Xie Zhaotang shook his head: "We're only temporarily out of danger now. We'll have to see how it goes. If he doesn't have a fever, the wound doesn't necrotize, and he survives tonight without any problems, then we can say he's completely out of danger..."

Sweat was all over her forehead and rolled down her cheeks.

Li Qin's hands were covered in blood, and it wasn't appropriate to wipe them off for her.

Without thinking, Huo Beiyu took a wad of cotton and used it to wipe Xie Zhaotang's sweat.

His large hand stroked her forehead, his fingertips touching Xie Zhaotang's skin. The tingling sensation made Xie Zhaotang subconsciously look up at him.

"Sweat...it's almost dripping into your eyes!"

Huo Beiyu paused slightly when she saw his gaze, then wiped the sweat from her face.

Li Qin glanced at it quickly and then lowered her eyes.

Xie Zhaotang also lowered her eyes and naturally continued to suture Duan Chengyu.

"Fourth sister, I've brought your medicine!"

Huo Ling came in and just missed this scene.

"You've come at the right time. I have a white jar in my box. Bring it to me."

Xie Zhaotang gave the instructions.

Huo Ling quickly opened the small box and took out the jar.

After Xie Zhaotang finished stitching up the wound, she had Huo Ling take a small spoon, scoop some medicine powder out of the jar, and sprinkle it evenly onto Duan Chengyu's wound.

Then he took out a silver needle and a strip of cloth and bandaged up Duan Chengyu's wound.

After the bandaging was finished, she asked Huo Ling to call Feng Shi and the other two in and move Duan Chengyu to the bed.

"Aqin, go and see if Doctor Qiu has gathered all the medicine. If you have, brew it immediately and feed it to Prince Duan."

After giving his instructions, Xie Zhaotang saw that Huo Beiyu's face was pale and he was clearly about to collapse, so he washed the blood off his hands and came over.

"Young Master, let me see your injury!"

After witnessing Xie Zhaotang save Duan Chengyu, Huo Beiyu no longer doubted Xie Zhaotang's medical skills.

Whether you owe one person a favor or two, it's still a favor.

He didn't refuse, and let Huo Ling go out, then sat on the stool and let Xie Zhaotang examine her.

Xie Zhaotang unwrapped the bandages for him and saw that the strips of cloth were stained red.

Upon opening the wound, one could see that Huo Beiyu also had a long puncture wound on his waist caused by a wild boar's tusk, but unlike Duan Chengyu, his internal organs were not injured.

"Let me help you lie down on the table; it will make it easier to stitch up the wound that way."

Xie Zhaotang felt awkward about stitching him up, so she suggested...

"I can do it!"

Huo Beiyu supported himself as he walked over, and with each movement, blood gushed out, soaking his black waistband.

Xie Zhaotang quickly helped him lie down, and while taking some wine to clean his wounds, she said with difficulty.

"Young Master, the stitching will hurt a lot. I noticed that Doctor Qiu doesn't have any anesthetic in his medicine box. Can you bear it?"

Huo Beiyu hummed in agreement: "It's alright, just do what you need to do, I can tolerate it."

Xie Zhaotang nodded and then bent down to wash.

Huo Beiyu's clothes were pushed up to his chest, revealing his tanned, strong, and firm waist and abdomen.

He lay flat on his back, his eight-pack abs clearly visible.

When Xie Zhaotang saw it, he was reminded of those videos he had seen in modern times, where women liked this kind of abs and even clamored to touch them to see if they were really that firm.

She was only stunned for a moment before she sensed that Huo Beiyu's gaze was fixed on her.

She stopped her wild thoughts, calmly took out a silver needle and inserted it near his wound, then began to clean the blood around the wound.

Inevitably, she would touch Huo Beiyu's skin, and her fingers even brushed against his abdominal muscles...

Yes, it feels just as firm as it looks.

Xie Zhaotang secretly took advantage of Huo Beiyu, but she didn't dare to look up at Huo Beiyu's expression.

After cleaning up the blood and preparing the mulberry bark thread, she advised, "Young Marquis, I'm about to start stitching. If you can't bear the pain, do you need me to find something for you to bite on?"

As she said this, she quickly looked up at Huo Beiyu and saw that Huo Beiyu's eyes were indeed staring at her.

His eyes were deep and he seemed lost in thought, his face equally somber...