Chapter 69: Broken Bones Reconnected
The day when Song Yanxi set Mo Jinchuan's bones was a rare sunny day.
The pain of broken bones is unbearable for ordinary people.
Even though Song Yanxi had given him a bowl of Ma Fei San, a special product made by the Divine Doctor Valley, half an hour ago, it could only relieve a small part of the pain.
If you can't help moving during the treatment, not only will all your previous efforts be wasted, but the injured leg will also be completely disabled.
In the past, if she encountered this situation, Song Yanxi would choose to tie the person up and find a strong and sturdy person to hold down the arm or leg that needed to be set.
Because even if someone is knocked unconscious, that level of pain will wake them up.
But when facing Mo Jinchuan, Song Yanxi finally respected his choice.
Before starting, she passed a roll of gauze to his mouth and said, "Bite it if it hurts. If you really can't bear it anymore, lift your arm up. Don't force it."
"Okay." Mo Jinchuan responded indifferently.
From the time Song Yanxi cut the bone, broke the bone, set the bone, and sewed it up, he didn't say a word from beginning to end, not even a hum.
If Mo Jinchuan hadn't kept his eyes open the whole time, with veins all over his forehead from suppressing his will, she might have suspected that he had fainted from the pain.
Song Yanxi took the gauze out of his mouth and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. She couldn't help but sigh, "Your Highness is truly a man of steel. He is truly admirable."
The only response she got was Mo Jinchuan's slightly rapid breathing.
Thinking that he was in too much pain to speak, Song Yanxi slid the handkerchief down his face, wiping the cold sweat from his Adam's apple and neck.
He sweated so much that his thin undershirt was completely soaked and stuck to his body.
If you don't change into dry clothes, you will get a fever later.
Song Yanxi was about to get up when she suddenly discovered that the skin color at the place where the handkerchief had wiped was turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She quickly reached out and touched Mo Jinchuan's forehead, and felt it was cold.
Before she could speak, Mo Jinchuan opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, it's okay."
Song Yanxi said with a serious expression: "Your Highness, you must not be afraid to seek medical treatment. If you feel unwell, please tell me immediately."
Mo Jinchuan: "There's nothing wrong with that."
But when the redness spread to his pale face due to excessive blood loss, these words seemed unconvincing.
Seeing his firm attitude and his complete refusal to cooperate, Song Yanxi hesitated for a moment and then gave him a shot.
"You!" A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Jinchuan's eyes. Before he could say anything, he could no longer hold on and slowly closed his eyelids.
While he was asleep, Song Yanxi used scissors to cut up his shirt, leaving only a short piece of shorts to cover his vital parts.
Worried that his body temperature might be too high and he might develop a fever, I carefully wiped his body twice with a towel soaked in cold water to make sure there were no signs of fever before opening the door and leaving.
At the door of the room, the three little ones sat in a row with their hands on their cheeks, waiting. When they heard the noise, they all turned around to look.
Jiaojiao: "Sister, is Daddy okay?"
Zixu: "How is Daddy?"
The young man in black: “…”
Looking at the three siblings whose movements were in unison but felt very awkward, Song Yanxi said carefully, "The prince is very tired and has fallen asleep now. If there are no signs of fever tonight, he will wake up tomorrow morning at the latest."
"Legs." The young man in black suddenly spoke.
The other two little ones also looked at Song Yanxi eagerly.
Knowing what they wanted to hear, Song Yanxi still answered truthfully, "I have already reconnected the broken bones, but the prince's leg was delayed for too long. How much it can recover depends on how the bones grow in the future."
Zixu asked hurriedly, "Dad, will you still be able to ride a horse in the future?"
The moment the words fell, Song Yanxi could clearly feel several pairs of eyes focused on her.
These gazes came not only from An Yi who was guarding the door, but also from the guards at the gate of the courtyard, and the people who were hiding on the wall and in the treetops who thought they were hidden.
In their own way, they are silently guarding the general who will always be in their hearts.
As members of the general's army, what they were most worried about and what they wanted to know most was whether Mo Jinchuan could recover as usual, ride back on his warhorse after many days of absence, and lead them back to the battlefield.
As a doctor, Song Yanxi should answer that she is not sure. After all, even if her master, the Divine Doctor Gu, comes out of seclusion, he cannot guarantee that the patient can recover to his original state.
But he could feel their excitement, and it was hard for her not to be moved, and she couldn't say anything to pour cold water on them.
She looked at An Yi and asked, "What will you do if the prince's leg disease cannot be cured?"
An Yi answered without hesitation, "Of course I will follow the prince until death!"
Immediately afterwards, the courtyard was filled with the unison of voices of the crowd, which frightened the birds resting on the eaves so much that they flapped their wings and flew away.
"We swear to follow the prince until death!"
Song Yanxi nodded at everyone and turned to go into the house.
She didn't say anything else, but everyone understood what she wanted to express.
Regardless of whether Mo Jinchuan's legs have recovered, he is still himself, the young general who was only sixteen years old but was willing to give up the wealth and glory in the capital, resolutely join the army and lead the soldiers to create one myth after another.
If the Da'an border had not been stable in recent years, even if he were to deploy troops while sitting in a wheelchair, his talent and strategy would certainly not be inferior to those so-called generals who are only good at fancy moves.
Unexpectedly, her eyes met the man lying on the bed. Song Yanxi raised an eyebrow and asked, "When did the prince wake up?"
If she had known this earlier, she would have applied some knockout drug on the silver needle.
Mo Jinchuan moved his lips, but before he made any sound, he heard a repeated sound of "Daddy".
Immediately afterwards, three figures of different heights rushed in from the door.
Song Yanxi casually picked up the little ball of milk that rushed forward to hug, and said with a serious expression: "Your father's wound has just been sutured and is still bleeding. He can't hold you for the next few days."
She thought the little girl would cry, and she even thought about how to comfort her.
Unexpectedly, Jiaojiao pouted and then comforted herself: "Daddy is injured, you can't hug me, Jiaojiao, you have to be sensible."
Amused by her cute and well-behaved appearance, Song Yanxi couldn't help but free up one hand to pinch the soft flesh of her cheek, and said sincerely: "The prince's close-fitting little cotton-padded jacket is really enviable."
Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he twitched the corners of his lips, "You can have it too."
The smile on Song Yanxi's face suddenly froze.
Thinking of Lin Tingfeng's face, she suddenly felt physically nauseous, and even the baby in her arms didn't look so cute anymore.
Forget about having children with that kind of person.
"Thank you." A young man's clear voice came from behind.
Song Yanxi thought she had misheard, but when she turned around and met the slightly awkward gaze of the young man in black, she was sure that what he had just said was what he had said.
We met twice and spoke three words. Could it be that this child has a stutter?
Meeting her concerned gaze and thinking of her identity as a doctor, the young man in black blushed suddenly and almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
"I can speak."
"Zihuan, don't be rude to Miss Song." Mo Jinchuan frowned and scolded.
Zihuan looked at him, lowered his eyelids, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry."
Song Yanxi chuckled, "It's okay, your voice is very nice, you should talk more."
Hearing this, Zihuan lowered his head even lower, his whole body tensed up with nervousness.
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