After just a moment, the anesthetic gradually took effect, and Fu Ciyi slowly let go of the hand that was holding Yan Funing's wrist.
Yan Funing sighed, took out a silver needle, disinfected it, and inserted it into the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding. Then she washed her hands again and cleaned the wound on his chest.
After removing the blood stains and the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctors, she took the needle and thread.
Who would have thought that the person lying on the bed would start to twitch.
It's quite a big commotion.
Yan Funing hurriedly said, "Third brother, Caiyu, help me hold him down."
Fu Ciyi called out repeatedly in a slurred voice: "Madam, Madam."
Everyone outside the curtain heard it.
A royal physician told the emperor, "Master Fu has lost too much blood and will be restless. We should comfort him."
Cai Mushi walked up to the emperor and bowed, "Your Majesty, allow me to come in."
She went to comfort him.
Caiyu behind the curtain tilted her head and said loudly, "The lady that Master Fu is talking about is my young lady."
Cai Mushi's expression changed several times, but she couldn't get angry, so she had to swallow her anger.
Behind the curtain, Yan Funing glanced at Caiyu.
Caiyu explained with a wink.
She just wanted to piss off Cai Mushi.
The emperor said in a deep voice: "Yan Funing, you just deal with it first, saving people is the most important thing."
Yan Funing thought to herself that the anesthetic she had used was strong enough, yet someone was still twitching violently.
This was not good for the wound, so she had no choice but to hold his hand and said softly, "I'm here."
Only then did Fu Ciyi calm down.
Yan Funing let go of his hand, washed her hands again, and began to sew.
From the inside to the outside, first the muscles are sutured, then the skin, layer by layer, carefully and meticulously.
She remained calm in such a bloody scene.
Yan Bojian and Caiyu were shocked.
The consultation was so quiet that many doctors quietly stood in the corner and looked inside through the gap between the corner and the curtain.
The girl inside looked solemn.
The needle flew, and the curved needle with a cold glow shuttled back and forth on Fu Ciyi's flesh.
Yan Funing is actually the youngest daughter of Duke Yan. After the Yan family helped with the blood test at the court, almost all the doctors in the Imperial Hospital knew about it.
I also heard that she made a significant contribution to the flood in Pengzhou.
At that time, they thought she had just come up with an effective prescription by chance, but now she had come up with such an unheard-of treatment method.
Mr. Ding nodded repeatedly.
She was extremely studious and had great talent, and no one in the Imperial Hospital could match her medical skills.
Previously, he had worried that her status was not worthy of Prince Chi, but now that her life story has been revealed, the problem that had troubled him before no longer exists. He just doesn't know when he will be able to drink in her and Prince Chi's wedding wine.
After an unknown amount of time, the wound on Fu Ciyi's chest was finally sutured.
Yan Funing applied medicine and covered him with gauze, asked Caiyu to help wipe away the fine sweat on her forehead, and then went to look at the wound on his thigh.
The trouser legs were soaked with blood and tangled around the legs. A hole was cut in the trouser leg at the thigh, and the inside was still wrapped with gauze, which was also wet and red.
The injuries are serious.
Caiyu and Yan Bojian glanced at it, then turned their heads away, unable to bear to look any further.
Yan Funing calmly cut open Fu Ciyi's single trouser leg and was even more careful when cutting the gauze.
Although her hands were steady, her heart couldn't help but tremble.
If the injury is to the thigh, especially near the groin, the most worrying thing is that the aorta will be injured.
Fortunately, the wound was only one inch away from the aorta.
She exhaled and began to sew again.
The hours passed by in a flash, and the side hall was extremely quiet. So quiet that even when the emperor left, he could hear his voice scolding the princes.
It was not until late at night that the two serious injuries on Fu Ciyi's body were finally treated.
Yan Funing washed her hands, packed up her tools, and went out.
When he saw Yan Xinghe, he didn't say hello, but just looked at his arm.
It was not known whether it was because the imperial physician was being perfunctory or for some other reason, but Yan Xinghe only tore open his sleeves slightly, applied medicine and bandaged the inside and left it at that.
The blood was still oozing out.
Yan Funing opened the medicine box, took out a pair of scissors, and cut off Yan Xinghe's sleeve, revealing his entire arm.
Clean off all the gauze and medicine on the arm.
While cleaning, it was very painful and Yan Xinghe didn't say anything.
Yan Funing glanced at him, gave him a small anesthetic pill and motioned him to swallow it.
Yan Xinghe did as he was told.
Yan Funing took the needle and thread to sew it up.
His wound was more than two inches long, and although the skin and flesh were turned over, it was nowhere near as deep as Fu Ciyi's.
Because the anesthetic didn't work at first, the needle and thread pierced his skin and flesh. Yan Xinghe frowned, but remained silent.
Yan Funing raised her eyes to glance at him without stopping her hands.
Although the wound was not deep, it injured the muscles and required several layers of stitches.
It was not until the emperor reprimanded the princes and they returned, seeing Yan Funing treating Yan Xinghe, that a group of old, middle-aged and young imperial doctors watched carefully from a distance.
After a while, Yan Funing put away the needles and washed her hands and tools as usual.
The emperor then asked, "How is Fu Aiqing?"
Yan Funing replied, "Your Majesty, the anesthetic on Master Fu will probably not wear off until midnight."
Yan Xinghe clenched his fist and realized that the wound was no longer as painful as before, and the blood was no longer oozing out. He walked over to Yan Funing and said, "Thank you!"
Yan Funing sorted the instruments into the medicine box and said calmly, "Remember to pay the consultation fee."
Yan Xinghe was startled: "Huh?"
Yan Funing raised her eyes and said, "Doctors should charge for consultations."
He turned around and said to Fu Ciyi, who was still unconscious behind the curtain, "Master Fu should also pay the medical fee."
Fu Ciyi was still asleep, so her words were naturally meant for those who cared.
Cai Mushi lowered her eyes and cursed inwardly, saying that his vulgar behavior was really mercenary.
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