Chapter 490 Exploring the Pulse

Upon seeing the man bring the doctor over, Lin Changning rushed forward without thinking, grabbed the man, and pulled him inside.

"Please, sir, examine my elder brother's injury!"

The elderly doctor, with a full head of white hair, stumbled slightly as Lin Changning pulled him. Judging from the strength the boy was putting in, the boy's health was probably not too bad.

After being pulled over, he saw the young man sitting upright on the bed. His brow twitched. When they came, Niu Qing said he was a soldier under the King of Chu, but looking at the young man sitting upright on the bed with his sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes and murderous intent, he didn't seem like a soldier at all.

Turning his head to look at Lin Changning again, his suspicions deepened. He had treated many high-ranking officials and wealthy families in the city, but this boy and the young man sitting on the bed did not look like they came from ordinary farming families.

This overall demeanor and the air of someone who has always sat in a high position are not something that a farmer's family could cultivate. After having some doubts, he turned to Lin Changning and declined, saying, "Your brother's injury is probably not typhoid fever. I am good at treating colds, but I have no way to treat external injuries. Why don't you ask someone else for help?"

After saying that, he waved his hand and prepared to leave. The man naturally realized that Qi Rong, who had just woken up, probably had some issues with his identity. At first glance, he looked like a young master raised by a wealthy family.

Seeing Lin Changning's anxious and somewhat helpless expression, he felt a pang of sympathy. His wife's younger brother was about the same age as the boy and had been drafted into the army a few years ago and never returned.

If the doctor were released today, and the child were to lose his loved one, he would never be able to get over it.

He gritted his teeth and grasped Wu Langzhong's hand: "Uncle Wu, I will take responsibility if anything happens. Please save the two brothers."

Lin Changning cast a grateful glance at the man, then looked expectantly at the doctor.

Physician Wu was indeed more cautious. He frowned as he looked at the broken arrow in Qi Rong's wound, then at Lin Changning's slightly pale face, and sighed softly.

"Alright, doctors are compassionate, so I won't ask you any more questions about your identities. I just hope you won't drag the villagers down with you."

After finishing, he sat down and took Qi Rong's pulse. After taking the pulse, he opened his medical kit and took out a flask of liquor and a slightly sharp knife.

The knife appeared to have been used for a long time; the handle and the back of the blade were somewhat blackened, but the blade still shone with a silvery sheen, suggesting it was extremely sharp.

Doctor Wu opened Qi Rong's wound and said in a deep voice, "I don't have any anesthetic here, young man. You'll have to bear with it for a while. The arrow is broken into your flesh. I'll have to make the wound bigger so I can take the broken arrow out first."

Qi Rong nodded, watching as the doctor sprinkled liquor on the knife, heated it with a candle flame for a while, and then applied it to his waist and abdomen.

When the knife cut through the skin, the still-warm blade slicing through the already painful wound, Qi Rong instantly broke out in a cold sweat, letting out a muffled groan before gritting his teeth tightly.

The doctor looked up at Qi Rong, then turned to Lin Changning: "Find something to stuff in his mouth, so he doesn't bite his tongue."

Lin Changning hurriedly exclaimed "Oh!", grabbed the rag he had just thrown on the ground, shook it a few times, and then pried open Qi Rong's mouth and stuffed it in.

The intense pain made Qi Rong feel a salty, metallic taste in his mouth, but he didn't think much of it. The pain made it almost impossible for him to think, but he could clearly feel the sound of the knife cutting into his flesh, slowly scooping out the arrow.

Lin Changning watched as the doctor slowly removed the broken arrow from Qi Rong's body with a knife. After throwing the broken arrow to the ground, a large amount of blood gushed out of a wound on Qi Rong's waist and abdomen.

The doctor pressed his right hand against the wound and instructed the man beside him, "Bring me that small white bottle from my medicine box."

Without saying a word, the man turned around, rummaged through the bottle, and handed it to the doctor. The doctor frowned and sprinkled the powder from the bottle onto Qi Rong's wound.

Then Lin Changning took out needles and thread from the medicine box, soaked them in liquor, and handed them to the doctor. The doctor covered Qi Rong's wound and stitched it up one by one. After seeing that the bleeding from the wound had gradually decreased, he took the small porcelain bottle from the man's hand again and poured it all over Qi Rong's wound.

After pressing for a while, he felt the bleeding had subsided, so he turned around, took a clean strip of cloth from his medicine box, and wrapped it around Qi Rong's waist and abdomen several times.

After letting out a sigh of relief, he said, "Try to stay still and avoid moving around these days to prevent the wound from reopening. Also, don't get it wet. I'll prescribe two doses of medicine for you to drink every day. It will take about a month to heal. I'll come over and remove the stitches when the wound is almost fully healed."

After speaking, the doctor looked at Lin Changning, his brows furrowed slightly: "You also have an injury on your shoulder, right? Sit down and let me take a look."

A hint of unease flashed in Lin Changning's eyes. He coughed lightly and shook his head: "My injuries are nothing serious. They've been bandaged, treated with medicine, and I've taken my medicine. There's no need to trouble you any further, sir."

Doctor Wu looked Lin Changning up and down, then snorted coldly, "You young people don't take care of your health when you're young. You'll regret it when you get old."

Qi Rong spat out the slightly salty rag from his mouth, straightened his clothes, and looked at Lin Changning with a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Let someone take a look at you, Xiao Liu."

Lin Changning looked at Qi Rong with a slightly guilty expression, spat a few times, took out the medicinal powder and the life-saving pills that Shi Lang had prepared for him from his pocket, and handed them directly to the doctor.

"Sir, my injury is not serious, I really don't need it. In fact, I have already applied the medicine powder and taken the medicine. These are things I usually take, specifically for treating external injuries."

The doctor subconsciously took the two small porcelain bottles handed to him by Lin Changning, opened them, fanned the mouths of the bottles with his hand to smell them, and nodded slightly.

"It is indeed good medicine. In that case, it is probably fine not to take a look. However, there is one thing you need to pay attention to. I do not know your identities, nor do I want to ask you anything or find out. Rest for the night. If you do not develop a fever during the night, head east tomorrow. At the end of the road, there is an empty Dragon King Temple. Few people usually come here. Staying there to recuperate may be safer and will save you from burdening others."

Qi Rong looked at the wise old man in front of him with a knowing look in his eyes. After standing up, he and Lin Changning bowed deeply to the man: "My brother and I thank you for your reminder, sir, and also thank you for saving our lives."

Physician Wu waved his hand: "No need for such formalities. A doctor's heart is benevolent. Since we've met today, let's consider it fate. But once today is over, this connection will dissipate. The King of Chu is a good vassal king, and I imagine his men are no less capable. I'll stay here tonight. If you develop a fever tonight, I'll give you a couple of acupuncture treatments to bring it down. Tomorrow morning, leave early..."