Even though Old Ding and the others had seen her suture Yan Xinghe's wound before, they were still amazed by her skills.
It was not until the afternoon that the emperor's arm was finally treated.
Looking at the bandaged wound, Elder Ding asked, "Second Miss, when will the Emperor wake up?"
"The wound looks serious, but not life-threatening. The Emperor will probably wake up in the evening."
Yan Funing cleaned and disinfected the equipment and put them away one by one.
Elder Ding nodded: "Okay, okay, the second young lady must be tired and hungry, go and have dinner quickly. As for the emperor, I will take turns to watch over him later."
Yan Funing: "Alright, if you have anything, please call me."
After exchanging greetings with them, she carried the medicine box and left the medical tent.
As soon as she came out of the medical tent, she found Pang Anmeng and Long Xu were still waiting for her.
"Is the emperor okay?" Pang Anmeng asked.
Yan Funing noticed that when Pang Anmeng asked this question, all the royal family members around her looked at her.
Everyone looked at them differently, especially the princes.
"The wound has been treated." Yan Funing said lightly, and took a step, "Let's go."
Hearing this, the prince was the first to rush into the doctor's tent.
Not long after, he was politely sent out by the imperial physician.
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Time passes by in a flash.
As the sunset dawned, and there was still no news from the medical tent that the emperor had regained consciousness, Pang Anmeng couldn't help but ask, "Fu Ning, are you worried that your medical skills haven't been enough to save the emperor?"
"Don't worry, the emperor will wake up on time. His drowsiness is mainly due to the effect of the anesthetic."
"Then why do you look so pensive?"
Yan Funing said frankly, "Aren't Master Fu and the others back yet?"
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