"Dr. Zhang, the Marquis just woke up and said... he wants you to find a needle and thread to sew up his wound."
"What?" Doctor Zhang jumped up in anger. "Are you crazy, girl? That's flesh and blood, not cloth. How can you sew it up with needle and thread?"
Since Dongmei had already spoken, she might as well go all out.
"Dr. Zhang, think about it. If clothes are torn, you can sew them up and continue wearing them. Why can't you do the same for skin and flesh? Besides, for a wound to heal, the flesh and blood have to come together! If you use needles and thread to connect the flesh and blood, it will definitely heal better and faster, and there will be less bleeding."
Doctor Zhang was speechless and wanted to get angry, but he also felt that there was some truth to what was being said.
He paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, his steps quickening and his excitement growing.
"Flesh and skin? Clothes? Connected together?"
Finally, Dongmei couldn't help but urge, "Dr. Zhang, please start treatment as soon as possible. Young Master's wound is too big; it can't be left to dry like this, or it will easily fester and cause a fever, which would be dangerous."
Doctor Zhang glared at her and said angrily, "Do you think I don't know? I'm just worried about him suffering. That's flesh and blood, not clothes. How could it not hurt?"
He cursed under his breath, but still managed to rummage through the medicine box and find a small bottle of medicine.
Dongmei quickly went to find a needle and thread, then soaked them in strong liquor, which made Doctor Zhang look at her again, his eyes full of suspicion.
Dongmei quickly said, "Strong liquor can kill germs, so soaking the needle and thread like this will prevent the wound from becoming infected."
Doctor Zhang snorted coldly and said nothing. He reached into his pocket and took out the bottle of saline solution. After some effort, he opened it and then cleaned the powder off Young Master Ye's wound.
The intense pain caused Young Master Ye to clench his fists even after he had fainted.
Jiayin quickly crawled over to him and hugged his arm, "Uncle Ye, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it'll be over soon!"
Whether it was because he heard good news or because he had gotten used to the pain, Young Master Ye quickly calmed down again.
A glint flashed in Dr. Zhang's eyes, but his hands didn't stop. He quickly cleaned the wound and applied a small bottle of medicine to the skin on both sides of the wound.
"This is a kind of potion that I had thought about casually before. It has no other use. It just makes you numb wherever you apply it, and you won't feel anything for an hour. It has come in handy this time."
As he spoke, he picked up the needle and thread, took a deep breath, and with his hands trembling slightly, began to sew.
Sure enough, Young Master Ye didn't even flinch, clearly indicating that he didn't feel any pain.
Stitch after stitch, from initial clumsiness to proficiency, Dr. Zhang's eyes shone brighter with each stitch.
The foot-long cut, truly resembling a torn garment, was miraculously closed up, with only a faint trace of blood seeping through—a remarkably successful operation.
Doctor Zhang turned to look for medicine for his wounds, while Jiayin quickly took a clean cloth, soaked it in strong liquor, and handed it to Dongmei.
Dongmei was stunned for a moment, then quickly wiped the area around Young Master Ye's wound.
Doctor Zhang turned around and saw this, but he didn't say anything. He simply sprinkled the medicine on the wound and then used a clean, thin cotton cloth strip about the width of a palm to wrap Young Master Ye's upper body like a rice dumpling.
After finishing all this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Doctor Zhang plopped down on the kang (a heated brick bed) and asked the person outside, "Is the herbal medicine ready?"
Old Mrs. Li had already gone outside to help her daughter-in-law with her work, but now she quickly came in with the medicine soup.
"It's freshly cooked, just the right consistency to eat."
Doctor Zhang then called in Li Laosi from the courtyard to help lift Young Master Ye up and make him drink the medicinal soup with his head tilted back. After drinking it, he climbed down again.
Despite all that effort, the white cloth wrapped around the wound wasn't stained with blood, clearly indicating that the wound hadn't reopened; the stitches were incredibly effective.
Doctor Zhang was so excited he almost rolled around on the ground. He picked up his wine bowl and needlework and left, leaving behind only one sentence.
"Keep an eye on him; call me if he gets a high fever."
Before he could finish speaking, he vanished without a trace, disappearing somewhere to find some kind of experimental suture needle.
Dongmei breathed a long sigh of relief and piled up on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
She was terrified just now; this was the young master, her master!
If anything goes wrong while sewing up skin and flesh, the master will die, and she will die too!
Thankfully, thankfully... it worked.
She couldn't help but look up at Jiayin. The little chubby girl, unlike her usual mischievous self, sat quietly beside the young master, her face even showing a hint of determination...
Perseverance? Such a word is actually used to describe a two-year-old child.
Dongmei really thought she was going crazy, but her mind was unusually clear.
Old Mrs. Li had no idea that Dongmei was so conflicted. She thought Dongmei was frightened by her mistress's injury, so she stepped forward to help her up and whispered, "I'll watch over things here. Why don't you go to the next room and get some sleep?"
Dongmei shook her head vigorously, "No, no, Madam, I'll stay here and keep watch. Madam, please go home and do your work. I'll come and relieve you when I get tired."
The old lady missed her children and grandchildren, so she didn't argue with her. She even wanted to take her granddaughter away, but when she saw Jiayin holding onto Young Master Ye's arm, she sighed again.
"Good girl, stay here and don't cause any trouble, okay?"
"Okay, Grandma, I'll stay with Uncle Ye." Jiayin replied obediently. After coaxing Grandma Li away, she immediately whispered to Dongmei, "Give Uncle Ye another pill in 15 minutes. He should take it twice a day, morning and evening, without stopping, for at least five days."
After saying that, she took out two small capsules from her purse and handed them to Dongmei. "If Uncle Ye has a high fever, take one of these capsules, dissolve it in a little water, and feed it to Uncle Ye. Give it to him at least every three hours. It will reduce the fever and relieve the pain."
Dongmei nodded vigorously and carefully hid the capsule.
At this moment, perhaps the effects of the anesthetic wore off, Young Master Ye groaned and woke up, but his eyes were somewhat glazed, clearly still confused.
Jiayin and Dongmei seized the opportunity and quickly fed him the pills...
The village chief, along with Li Lao Er, Li Lao Si, and others, quietly went into the house to check on Young Master Ye before quickly leaving.
The once spirited and valiant young nobleman and the mighty general are now lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), barely alive. Anyone who sees him feels sorry for him.
Tao Hongying rushed to the valley to make lunch, and then brought back a pot of light vegetable and lean meat porridge, which she kept warm on the small stove, just waiting for Young Master Ye to wake up so he could have a few bites.
They waited until dusk, and throughout the entire day, Young Master Ye still had a high fever.
Fortunately, the secret capsules from Jia Yin helped reduce the fever, so it wasn't too dangerous.
Li Lao Er and the others were worried and searched everywhere for Doctor Zhang. As a result, the old man actually caught a rabbit, shaved its fur, cut its body until it was covered in wounds, and then sewed it up with needle and thread.
Everyone who saw it got goosebumps, but the goosebumps instantly disappeared...
When it got dark again, Young Master Ye finally woke up. Although he still had a fever, his eyes were clearer.
He moved his body, gasped in pain, and woke up the old lady and Dongmei who were dozing off to the side.
"Young master is awake? Are you hungry? Have some porridge first, then take your medicine!"
The two were overjoyed and quickly busied themselves serving porridge and medicine.
Young Master Ye felt his arm was heavy, and slowly turned his head to look. It turned out that Jiayin was fast asleep, clinging to his arm.
The little chubby girl, with her sparse brows furrowed and tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, made his heart ache.
"Auntie..." His voice was hoarse as he instructed the old lady, "I'm sorry to have worried you. Take Fu Niu back to sleep; don't let her catch her illness."
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