He Xue, a modern woman with a keen interest in Qing Dynasty history, felt regret over the fate of the deposed Crown Prince, believing he didn't deserve such an end. If given the chance, she was...
"Eighth Brother, you can't be too absolute. Maybe this method can save Little Eleven!"
Let's give it a try; it's better than watching Little Eleven suffer like this!
The Crown Prince didn't know why the Eighth Prince objected. If he was really worried that the Eleventh Prince would have nothing to say, or if he was just trying to oppose him, then he had overestimated the Eighth Prince in the past.
"Second Brother, our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents. Father Emperor does not agree to this!" The Eighth Prince invoked the name of Emperor Kangxi.
“Eighth Prince, are you really going to give up the chance to save the Eleventh Prince just because of those words?” He Xue asked rhetorically.
"He Xue, can you guarantee that this method can save Xiao Shiyi?"
"You've never been to the battlefield. Ask your elder brother how many people have died from festering wounds and fever. This is a human life, not to be taken lightly!" the Eighth Prince said to He Xue. Although his tone wasn't as harsh as it had been towards the Crown Prince, it still left no room for compromise.
"Your Highness, do you wish to see me?" The arrival of Physician Liu broke the tense atmosphere in the room.
"Let's go next door to discuss this first, and let Xiao Shiyi get some rest!" The Crown Prince led He Xue out first.
Upon arriving next door, the Eighth Prince asked Physician Liu, "Physician Liu, have you ever heard of abdominal surgery?"
After hearing this, Physician Liu cupped his hands and said to the Eighth Prince, "Medical books record that Hua Tuo once performed abdominal surgery to treat illnesses! But I am not quite sure how exactly he did it."
"If the Eleventh Prince's illness is treated with open surgery, do you think it can be cured?" the Eighth Prince continued to ask.
"This..." Physician Liu was stumped by the Eighth Prince's question. After all, this was a matter of life and death, and he didn't know if he could save the Eleventh Prince.
As a doctor, he naturally hoped to save more people, but as an imperial physician, he would not easily try uncertain methods without absolute certainty.
"Imperial Physician Liu, quick! The Eleventh Prince has vomited! He can't take the medicine anymore!" Tao Hong rushed in in a panic.
Physician Liu apologized to the Crown Prince and ran out, followed by the Fifth Prince and the Ninth Prince.
"Second Prince, what do we do now? We might as well try anything, even if it seems hopeless!" the eldest prince said to the crown prince.
"Let's wait and see what Physician Liu has to say!" the Crown Prince said.
"Brother, this is a matter of life and death, it cannot be taken lightly!" said the Eighth Prince.
"No wonder you're ranked eighth! You really know how to talk! Eleventh is not only your brother, but also my brother. If there's a way to save him, I'll try it no matter what!" The eldest prince launched into a tirade against the eighth prince.
“Brother, I also want to save Eleven, but this method can’t guarantee that it will save him. If this is the inevitable end for Eleven, why not leave him whole?” the Eighth Prince said painfully.
“Eighth Prince, if you are really against this because you care about the Eleventh Prince, that would be best. But if you have other motives, I advise you to give up this idea!” He Xue felt that the Eighth Prince’s opposition was not solely out of concern for the Eleventh Prince.
"He Xue, is that really the kind of person you see me as?" the Eighth Prince asked He Xue in disbelief.
"What kind of person you are has nothing to do with Xue!" the Crown Prince said directly.
"Sister, sister!" The Ninth Prince ran in, flustered and helpless.
"Sister, didn't you say that opening the abdomen could save Little Eleven? Shall we open the abdomen? Little Eleven is really not doing well right now!" At this moment, Ninth Prince was really helpless. He didn't want to lose his little brother, Little Eleven.
"He Xue, Your Highness, please save Little Eleven! He's only eleven years old! I beg you!" Consort Yi cried.
"Brother Crown Prince, I want to try!" He Xue said to the Crown Prince.
“Alright, if anything goes wrong, I’ll take responsibility!” the Crown Prince said.
"I will share this burden with my brother, the Crown Prince!" He Xue was very grateful that the Crown Prince had always believed in and supported him.
"Second brother, elder sister, this is a written agreement. If anything happens to Eleventh Prince, we will not blame you. If Father Emperor blames you, your younger brother will take full responsibility!" Ninth Prince said.
“If Father Emperor blames us, we brothers will bear it together!” said the eldest prince, with the third, fourth, seventh, and tenth princes standing behind him.
At this moment, the Eighth Prince stood alone to the side, appearing particularly out of place.