Yi Shuihan immediately ordered someone to keep an eye on Xiao Qingyin, while he returned to Xiao Qingyin's boudoir to retrieve the medical kit she had mentioned. After finding the kit, he was careful and wrapped it in a tablecloth, avoiding direct contact with it.
When Xiao Qingyin saw that the man had returned unharmed, she said with regret, "You are so cautious in your actions, you didn't even dare to touch a box."
If only she could get some of the medicine on the box, she would have leverage to negotiate.
"We ordinary people wouldn't dare touch a doctor's things so casually," Yi Shuihan sneered. This woman had indeed tampered with things; she was truly cunning.
"Bring a few more lamps, leave one person here as my assistant, and everyone else get out."
As Xiao Qingyin opened the medical kit, she spoke in a calm tone, yet with an unwavering determination.
Yi Shuihan waved to dismiss the others and stayed behind. This woman was too cunning; he couldn't rest easy without her watching over him personally.
Turning around, he saw Xiao Qingyin wearing a white coat, a white hat, and a white mask over her mouth and nose, and was taken aback: "What are you doing?"
The person is still alive! Why are they wearing mourning clothes?!
"This is protective gear," Xiao Qingyin said, tossing him a white coat, hat, and mask. "Put these on too."
"No--"
"If you don't want your dirt to get on his wound and cause him to get infected and die, you'd better wear it."
Xiao Qingyin had an indifferent look on her face, so Yi Shuihan had no choice but to do as she said. After dressing, he washed his hands with alcohol as she instructed.
He muttered to himself: Is this woman a witch doctor? I've never seen healing require so many rituals.
After everything was ready, Xiao Qingyin gave the injured person an anesthetic. Once it took effect, she had Yi Shuihan control the abdominal retractor while she examined the injured person's internal organs.
Even though Yi Shuihan had killed countless people, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine when he saw her do this.
How did this woman manage to touch the internal organs with such a calm expression, without even breaking her breathing rhythm?
Even the coroners of the Dali Temple weren't as calm as her.
She was definitely not the eldest daughter of the Xiao family, who grew up in the countryside and was illiterate. She couldn't have been raised to have such courage without having seen hundreds or thousands of dead people.
"Luckily, no internal organs were damaged; the wound just needs to be stitched up."
To prevent the injured man from losing too much blood, Xiao Qingyin stitched up the wound as quickly as possible. In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the wound on Yi San's abdomen, which was as long as two palms, was completely closed, turning into a long centipede.
Yi Shuihan stared at her slender fingers, lost in thought.
Ordinary young ladies also have such skillful hands, but they use them for embroidery and painting, while this person uses them to mend people's wounds.
Despite what was clearly a terrifying event, he found her movements to be extremely elegant.
After Xiao Qingyin finished checking the medical equipment, cleaned it, and put it back in the medical kit, she took out two bottles of medicine. Just as she was about to give instructions to Yi Shuihan, she noticed that he was staring blankly at her hands.
"What?" Xiao Qingyin waved her hand in front of his eyes. "Have you been bewitched by this great lady?"
Yi Shuihan snapped out of her daze and sneered, "I wasn't even captivated by myself when I looked in the mirror, how could I be captivated by you?"
"So you're the Narcissus Man."
"What Narcissus Man?"
"A man like you, extremely handsome, who thinks no one is good enough for him, and who is extremely selfish, narcissistic, and arrogant."
Yi Shuihan: "..."
This woman's logic is utter nonsense.
"Is he alright now?" he asked, pointing to Yi San, who was still unconscious on the bed.
“How could that be?” Xiao Qingyin laughed. “I’ll be bedridden for at least a month, and the wound can’t get wet. For the first three days, I’ll have a follow-up appointment every day, and then every other day until the stitches are removed.”
Then, pointing to the medicine bottles, he explained, "The white bottle is for external application, and the blue bottle is for internal use, three times a day."
Yi Shuihan wrote it down and was about to get the medicine when Xiao Qingyin reached out and stopped him.
"Pay the money first."
This scene looked strangely familiar. Yi Shuihan remembered that female hooligan. When she gave him the antidote for the Silk-Entangling Poison, she asked him for money in the same way.
"You're not trying to renege on your debt, are you?" Xiao Qingyin raised an eyebrow. "Don't think you can take advantage of me just because you're good-looking."
He never intended to take advantage of her!
Yi Shuihan asked with a cold face, "How much?"
"The surgery fee is 500 taels, the medical expenses are 300 taels, the follow-up treatment fee is 200 taels, and the compensation for mental distress is 1,000 taels, totaling 2,000 taels," Xiao Qingyin replied.
That's just enough to recoup the money I spent on buying the house today.
"Compensation for emotional distress?"
Yi Shuihan had never heard of such a fee before; this woman was clearly trying to extort him.
"You broke into my room at night, dragged me here, and coerced me into saving someone, causing me immense mental harm. Shouldn't you compensate me for the damages?"
Xiao Qingyin spoke with conviction.
Yi Shuihan: "..."
Her treatment caused him even greater psychological damage!
Yi Shuihan narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly: "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
"I'm scared," Xiao Qingyin said, closing her medical kit. "Especially the thought of me dying and my fiancé hunting down a stunning beauty like you. I'm terrified."
"Fiancé? You mean the heir of the Marquis of Yong'an?"
"That's right."
Yi Shuihan really wanted to know how this woman's brain worked. What made her think that he would avenge her if she died?
Is it because she's good-looking or because she's cunning?
"Only I can cure Princess Zhaoyang's illness. If you kill me, he won't be able to find anyone to treat his mother. Tell me, will he avenge the murder of his wife and mother?"
For a fleeting moment, Yi Shuihan wondered if the woman had already guessed his identity, but he quickly dismissed the thought.
He deliberately took off his mask to find her, and his voice was different from when he wore the mask. The contrast was so great that she couldn't possibly make the connection.
"So many doctors in the Imperial Hospital are helpless with the Princess's illness, are you sure you can cure her?"
“Of course,” Xiao Qingyin smiled slightly, “You should be well aware of my medical skills, otherwise you wouldn’t have asked me to save this person.”
Yi Shuihan: "..."
He wasn't quite sure why he asked her to save the person; it was simply because the other doctors said there was nothing they could do, and they were just trying anything as a last resort.
"Who taught you your medical skills?" He didn't believe in wandering Taoist priests or anything like that.
"You seem very curious about me. Do you like me?"
Yi Shuihan almost crushed the medicine bottle in his hand; this woman was far more narcissistic than he was.
"I am not interested in married women."
“He’s just my fiancé. I don’t like the heir of the Marquis of Yong’an. If you like me, I can go and break off the engagement.”
"The heir of the Marquis of Yong'an has both a good family background and the ability to succeed. Why don't you like him?"
"Of course it's because I'm a sucker for good looks." Xiao Qingyin looked at Yi Shuihan with a smile. "Having seen such a stunning beauty as you, how could my heart possibly have room for anyone else?"
Yi Shuihan had never seen such a straightforward person before; this woman was practically no different from a lustful glutton.
"There are plenty of pretty faces but no substance in this world," Yi Shuihan scoffed. "What good man can you find just by looking at his face?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Qingyin glanced at him from head to toe, her gaze lingering on his waist for a moment before she said with regret, "That is truly a pity."
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