Chapter 131 Trying anything as a last resort
When Lu Qian returned to the Prince's residence, the sun was already high in the sky.
He dismissed everyone around him and sat alone in his study, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the table.
The prince's words still echoed in my ears.
Sending a prince to personally lead the expedition? This is clearly an attempt to remove him from the center of power and put him to death.
The border war is intensifying, and the barbarian tribes have come with overwhelming force.
Regardless of the outcome, it's a good move for the Crown Prince.
For oneself, it would be a dead end!
Lu Qian's eyes darkened. He needed to make plans soon.
He summoned Li Hong: "Go and arrange for someone to keep an eye on the Crown Prince's movements. In particular, if he intends to leave the capital, no matter which direction he goes, you must report to me immediately."
Li Hong bowed and replied, "Yes."
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The Zhao residence.
The strong smell of medicine had been lingering in Zhao Jingxing's bedroom for seven days.
The canopy of the rosewood bed was half-drawn. Zhao Jingxing leaned against the bed, his face pale from the recent recovery from serious injuries, but his eyes had regained their former sharpness.
He shifted his body slightly, and the dull pain in his abdomen made him frown slightly.
This injury truly put me on the brink of death.
On the day he was investigating the mastermind behind Huang Dagang, he was ambushed and stabbed.
His personal guard, Zhao Yi, risked his life to send him back to the capital.
After examining the injuries, the imperial physicians sent from the palace all shook their heads and sighed, saying that the wounds were too deep and might have damaged the internal organs.
In addition to excessive blood loss and the invasion of pathogenic factors, the patient developed a persistent high fever, making the situation extremely dangerous. Whether the patient could survive depended entirely on fate.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the Zhao residence was heavy.
The stepmother, Madam Zhan, appeared worried, but the gleam of joy in her eyes betrayed her.
Zhao Wuzhou's expression was serious at this moment, but there was a hint of genuine worry in it.
In this critical moment, Zhao Yi remembered the strange medicines that Jiang Ling had given to the adults on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
He hurriedly ran out and returned a short while later with a small box.
With a "click," the door opened, revealing several medicine bottles with yellow labels neatly arranged inside, along with some sterile bandages, tweezers, and disinfection supplies for external injuries.
There is also a medical manual called "Handbook for First Aid and Infection Prevention of Trauma".
"Physician Li, here are medicines! These medicines will definitely work! There's also a booklet here, please be sure to treat according to the methods in this booklet!" Zhao Yi was so anxious that his voice became hoarse.
He had heard Zhao Jingxing mention Miss Jiang many times, and his words were full of trust and respect for her.
These things were all gifts from Miss Jiang, and they must have some unexpected use.
Doctor Li picked up a medicine bottle with a puzzled look. The yellow paper on the bottle had neat traditional Chinese characters written on it.
"Cephalexin antibiotic: three times a day, one tablet each time, taken with warm water...Cephalexin? Anti-inflammatory drug? What is this?"
Jiang Ling was worried that they wouldn't understand, so she specially printed out the instructions for the medicine's effects in traditional Chinese characters and pasted them on the bottle.
There are antipyretics, anti-inflammatory drugs, and even medications for treating external injuries. The labels all indicate the usage and dosage. Even this "Medical Manual" records how to clean wounds and how to change dressings.
Anyone with even a little medical experience who follows this advice is unlikely to make any major mistakes.
Doctor Wang also picked up a box out of curiosity and looked at the contents.
"Iodine solution: Apply twice daily after cleaning the wound."
He then opened the lid, revealing a dark red liquid with a slightly pungent smell.
At this moment, Physician Wang picked up the "Handbook of First Aid for External Injuries and Prevention of Infection" and opened it to take a look.
He struggled to read it; although the booklet was written in traditional Chinese characters, the terminology was quite different. Moreover, the text was written from left to right.
"Nonsense! Utter nonsense! How can you sew up a human body like you sew clothes? What quack doctor wrote this manual? It's misleading people! He should be dragged out and beheaded!"
The page that Physician Wang turned to was the one where the wound was too deep and wide, and after disinfection, it was sutured with absorbable catgut to facilitate wound healing.
"They dare to use folk remedies? I've never heard of any anti-inflammatory drugs or iodine in this book, and this manual is misleading people. If the young master gets hurt, who will take responsibility?"
"I'll take the blame!" Zhao Yi suddenly drew his sword from his waist, held the blade to his neck, and the cold glint reflected in his resolute eyes.
"Use these medicines! Follow the instructions in this manual! If anything happens to the master, I, Zhao Yi, will take full responsibility and commit suicide on the spot to atone for my sins! But if you don't use them and just watch the young master get hurt, I will haunt you even as a ghost!"
He had followed Zhao Jingxing since he was twelve years old, from the military camp to the capital, and had long valued his master's life more than his own.
His eyes turned red, and he looked like a mad tiger, which momentarily stunned everyone present.
After hesitating for a moment, Physician Li finally succumbed to Zhao Yi's threat of suicide, and realizing that he was already in a hopeless situation, he sighed:
"Fine, let's try anything, even if it's a dead end."
Perhaps there was truly no other way. A junior imperial physician cautiously picked up the manual and medicine bottle, carefully comparing the instructions in traditional Chinese characters with the diagrams in the manual, attempting to clean the wound, apply the medicine powder, and then stitch it up stitch by stitch with the catgut sutures from the box...
For the next three days, Zhao Yi strictly followed the instructions on the medicine bottle label and in the manual:
Every morning, Zhao Jingxing's wound was carefully wiped with iodine solution and then covered with sterile gauze given by Jiang Ling.
Every six hours, Zhao Jingxing would be given an anti-inflammatory pill; if the young master developed a low-grade fever at night, he would be given half a fever reducer according to the dosage.
Fortunately, although Zhao Jingxing lost a lot of blood, he did not need a blood transfusion.
The book also teaches how to prepare physiological saline solution.
In ancient times, the precision of the formula could not be guaranteed. After preparing the formula, Zhao Yi drank a large bowl of it himself first to make sure there were no abnormalities before feeding it to Zhao Jingxing.
Unexpectedly, a miracle really happened.
By the evening of the following day, Zhao Jingxing's high fever had subsided.
For several days in a row, I strictly followed the care methods in the manual. The wound did not worsen or become red and swollen. Instead, it began to show signs of healing.
Even the imperial physicians were astonished and exclaimed that it was unbelievable.
Having practiced medicine for decades, they had never seen such effective external injury medicine, and had to admit that these folk remedies were indeed miraculously effective.
The "Handbook for First Aid and Prevention of Infection in Traumatic Injuries," which they once considered to be misleading, is now being widely circulated and copied.
On the morning of the seventh day, Zhao Jingxing was finally able to slowly sit up.
At this moment, Zhao Yi carefully brought in a letter and whispered, "Sir, it's a letter from Miss Jiang."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Jingxing's eyes, which had been slightly tired, suddenly brightened.
He tried to sit up straight and gestured for Zhao Yi to hand him the letter.
The envelope was made of ordinary kraft paper, but it felt incredibly heavy in my hand.
He carefully opened it and pulled out the letter.
The handwriting above is neat and slightly peculiar, and it uses traditional Chinese characters.
"To Zhao Jingxing: I was deeply concerned to hear that you were attacked while investigating a case and are seriously injured. Although the medicine I sent you had instructions, the wound is still dangerous, so you must use it with caution. If you see redness, swelling, or oozing, do not delay. If the injury recurs or the medicine is insufficient, you may send someone to write a letter, and Jiang Ling will send it immediately."
Zhao Jingxing read the few lines of text twice, his smile deepened, and even his eyes softened.
It seemed even the pain from the wound lessened somewhat. He immediately instructed Zhao Yi:
"Bring me paper and pen. I will dictate, and you will write it down. Reply to Miss Jiang immediately."
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