Chapter 384: Modern Surgery

When Wen Yan and his wife rushed to Tonghetang.

Doctor Lin was giving Qi Yunzhou acupuncture to stop the bleeding and keep him alive.

Wen Yan asked worriedly, "Doctor Lin, how is he now?!"

Doctor Lin put away his needle bag and said, "I gave him a few injections first. The bleeding stopped and he was able to hold on to his last breath for now.

Trauma is not my strong point, and I am helpless against such a serious injury."

Wen Yan smiled and tugged at the tip of Doctor Lin's sleeve, shaking it gently: "Doctor Lin is a great doctor and has great relationships with people. You must know a very good trauma doctor, no, no."

Doctor Lin is old, but when he looks at Wen Yan, he feels like he is seeing his own granddaughter and doesn't get angry at all.

"Don't worry, I've already sent someone to the Imperial Hospital to find the doctor who's best at treating trauma.

As long as he is willing to help, it shouldn't be a problem for this person to survive."

Doctor Lin pretended to be angry and pulled back his sleeves, looking displeased.

He saw that Ying Zhilin's nose and face were bruised and swollen, with a cut on his forehead more than half an inch long, still bleeding.

He immediately frowned, took Ying Zhilin's hand, and felt his pulse: "You are going to take part in the imperial examination in three days!

Such an obvious wound on your forehead might be detrimental to your performance in the imperial examination."

The requirements for appearance in the current ordinary imperial examinations are not very strict. As long as you are not missing an arm or broken, or are extremely ugly, there is no problem.

But during one of his visits to see patients, he heard a great scholar from the Imperial College mention that he had the talent to be the top scholar in the imperial examination.

If there really is an opportunity to take the palace examination, this insignificant injury will become the reason for him to be eliminated.

"Is the wound so obvious?" Ying Zhilin reached out to touch the wound on his forehead.

Doctor Lin slapped him away and said, "Don't touch it. Your hands are so dirty. What if the wound becomes festered?"

Ying Zhilin: “…”

Wen Yanxian became anxious: "There must be a way to avoid leaving scars! I heard that some scar removal ointments are very effective..."

Wen Yan was not worried about Ying Zhilin's imperial examination.

She has always held the mentality that participation is the most important thing towards Ying Zhilin. Even if she fails this time, she can be a hero again in three years.

She was mainly worried about Ying Zhilin's flawless face.

"I don't have that kind of ointment." Doctor Lin pulled out a porcelain bottle from a drawer. "Your injuries are mainly superficial. This ointment is very effective in promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Rub it in vigorously, and you'll be back to normal in three to five days. It shouldn't delay your entry into the Imperial Court."

Doctor Lin sighed and instructed Wen Yan, "As for the wound on his forehead.

Wait for the trauma doctor to come and help you suture it up. As long as you take good care of yourself, there shouldn't be much of a mark.

But can he really enter the examination room with such injuries?"

"I'll find a way." Wen Yan took the medicine bottle and thanked Doctor Lin again.

She led Ying Zhilin to the patient's rest room.

As soon as the door closed, Wen Yan said decisively, "Take off your clothes. I'll apply medicine on you."

Ying Zhilin Yiyan took off his coat and turned his back to her.

I saw bruises all over his back. Although there was no blood, it looked very painful.

Wen Yan grinned: "Just bear with it, it will definitely hurt when you rub the medicine."

Ying Zhilin took a deep breath and said, "Come on, I can bear it."

After Wen Yan warmed the ointment in her palm, she pressed it on the bruise and rubbed it vigorously.

She had just pressed it twice when Ying Zhilin's body began to tremble with pain.

"Can you still bear it? If you really can't bear it, then don't rub the wounds on your body. After the wound on your forehead is sutured, I will rub the wound on your face for you."

According to Ying Zhilin's personality, he would never give up the Spring Examination just because of this external injury.

Ying Zhilin decisively refused: "My injuries are not good, and they will affect my performance in the exam room."

But more importantly, if I don't let her rub the medicine, how can I make her feel sorry for herself?

"It's just that rubbing the ointment really hurts. When the pain becomes unbearable, can I lean on you?"

Wen Yan: “…Okay.”

Ying Zhilin took a deep breath and said, "Come on, then. Don't feel sorry for me. This is my own choice."

"Okay, bear with it. I'm going to use a lot of force. Let's finish this quickly." Wen Yan reminded and began to push and rub vigorously.

She exerted force.

Ying Zhilin's body was shaking with pain, but he clenched his teeth and never complained.

Wen Yan took a piece of cloth and rolled it up: "If you bite it, it might feel better."

Ying Zhilin raised his head and looked at her with red and tearful eyes.

That adorable look is just like a bullied puppy.

He suddenly threw himself into her arms and hugged her waist tightly.

Wen Yan's mind buzzed: "What...what happened?"

Ying Zhilin didn't answer, but just looked at her and slowly opened his mouth.

This look of letting you pick it up...

Wen Yan stuffed the cloth roll into his mouth.

The room fell into endless silence.

Wen Yan rubbed the medicine on him silently.

Ying Zhilin remained silent throughout the whole process.

But the arm around her waist was getting tighter and tighter.

In the end, Wen Yan felt that she was about to be rubbed into his body.

Wen Yan finished treating Ying Zhilin's injuries.

The trauma doctor invited by Dr. Lin also arrived.

He was carrying a huge box and was accompanied by two medical boys.

Although he is called a child doctor, he is actually in his thirties or forties and is a direct disciple of Doctor Zhang, who specializes in trauma.

After a detailed yet quick examination, he first affirmed Doctor Lin's gentle treatment, which saved Qi Yunzhou's life in time.

Then he said, "He only broke three ribs, and there was no displacement or puncture of the internal organs, so the situation is not serious.

All it takes is some bone-setting techniques and proper care."

Wen Yan swallowed his saliva when he heard this.

He is indeed a master of trauma.

Having three broken ribs was actually considered a minor injury.

Doctor Zhang continued, "The most serious thing is that both of his arms were broken.

My left arm is fine, just broken. After the bone is straightened, it will heal with some rest. Apart from the pain on rainy days, my daily diet and daily life will not be a problem."

But his right arm was not so lucky.

Two bones were broken, and the broken bones were embedded in the flesh. If not handled properly, the flesh would become red, swollen and festered again, eventually leading to necrosis of the entire arm.

Now there are only two options.

One is to amputate directly, cutting off all the broken bones from the upper arm."

"Wouldn't that mean he'd become disabled..." Wen Yan didn't utter the next word. "He's a scholar. Without an arm, his career in government would be hopeless. All the decades of settling down would be in vain!"

Ying Zhilin held Wen Yan's hand and comforted her, "Don't worry, Doctor Zhang has another solution!"

Everyone in the room looked at Doctor Zhang.

Even the young leader Yuan, who had just finished dealing with the aftermath, stood outside the door and didn't come in, as if he was afraid of interrupting Doctor Zhang's train of thought.

Doctor Zhang said, "Another way is to cut open his arm and remove the broken bones that are embedded in the flesh. This way, his arm will not become red, swollen, or festering."

If Huang Ying'er were here, she would probably exclaim: Isn't this a modern operation?