With many hands making light work, everything Zhao Shu needed was quickly prepared. Chu Chun and Xiao Guozi also brought over her medicine box and placed it aside. The medicine box was prepared by Physician Peng and contained all the necessary tools.
The soldiers carried Lin Dongxue to flat ground, where they laid down dry grass and the tents used by the marching army, including Wei Tingsi, to rest. The conditions were poor, but that was all they could do.
Wei Tingsi watched intently without saying a word, for he saw in Zhao Shu's eyes a sense of caution and seriousness, as well as a reverence for life—these were the basic qualities a doctor should possess. Therefore, he respected her, and even if he might accidentally touch something he shouldn't when drawing his sword, he wouldn't care.
Life is paramount to him, and so is his love for her.
Some soldiers initially thought Zhao Shu would be embarrassed, such as Zhang Chang, but at this moment they put aside their other thoughts and focused on watching Zhao Shu's hand movements.
The most embarrassed person was Lin Dongxue. His face turned red, and he looked away, not daring to look at Zhao Shu.
"Young Master Lin, you will need to drink the anesthetic soup later, but because the anesthetic soup has certain side effects, I can't give you too much. It will still hurt a little, so you need to bear with it. Don't be afraid, nothing will happen." Zhao Shu tried to make her voice as gentle as possible to calm him down and cooperate.
Although she had studied medicine for several years, this was her first time treating a patient, and she had no experience. Fortunately, external injuries are relatively easier to treat than internal injuries and difficult cases, at least the wounds are visible.
However, one should not be careless, as a single mistake could result in lifelong disability.
Lin Dongxue nodded, blushing, "Thank you, Princess."
"It's alright. I'm a military doctor now, so it's my duty to heal you. Don't be so polite," Zhao Shu said with a gentle smile, which gradually put Lin Dongxue at ease.
Zhao Shu could tell that he was also trying to hypnotize himself, trying to treat her as an ordinary military doctor. Knowing that he understood what she meant, she felt relieved. "Don't be nervous, relax slowly."
Lin Dongxue nodded, closed his eyes, and lay flat to relax. Zhao Shu heard his breathing become long and even, and said, "Dissolve the anesthetic powder and give it to Young Master Lin to drink."
In early spring, Zhou Hanyan personally prepared the soup. It looked like a bowlful, but not very thick. After blowing on it to cool it, Zhou Hanyan helped Lin Dongxue drink it. He obediently drank it. The anesthetic powder, later improved by the old physician Peng, had a sleep-inducing effect. Soon, Lin Dongxue became drowsy. Zhou Hanyan burst into tears, thinking he was going to die. "Brother Lin, open your eyes and look at me! Don't sleep, please, don't sleep..."
Zhao Shu shook her head and said to Zhou Hanyan, "He took the medicine and is just asleep. He will wake up again."
Lin Dongxue was not seriously injured, and he was discovered in time, so he did not lose too much blood. Therefore, it is not easy for him to die so quickly. Humans are fragile, but not that fragile.
Zhou Hanyan, her eyes brimming with tears, clung to Zhao Shu as if grasping at a lifeline, "Really?"
Zhao Shu saw hope and despair, collapse and pain in her eyes. All sorts of emotions were mixed together in her eyes, and she felt inexplicably sorry for this little girl. She was terrified that Lin Dongxue would die.
Looking back at Wei Tingsi, she realized that she was also worried about him. Their feelings for each other had deepened without her realizing it. Perhaps when she agreed to be with him, it was a matter of weighing the options, feeling reluctant to let go, and being moved, but mostly it was a matter of weighing the options.
But now, she feels herself falling deeper and deeper. Looking into his eyes makes her heart flutter, and the thought of his identity makes her anxious, afraid that something might happen to him. She feels safe and secure with him by her side and trusts him completely.
Wei Tingsi caught her gaze, walked over, and put his hand on her shoulder. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Zhao Shu's eyes welled up with tears, her heart tightened, she nodded, smiled at him, and then began to treat Lin Dongxue.
First, he wrote down a prescription and instructed people to find herbs. He also instructed them to clean the herbs thoroughly after finding them. The herbs were not hard to find and were mostly common and easily recognized. After giving the instructions, he focused on removing the arrows.
Cut open his robe to reveal his fair, slender thighs—but that's not the point. The point is, they're incredibly tender!
Such skin was definitely not what a man in his twenties should have; it looked more like that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old. Zhao Shu couldn't help but look at his cheeks. His skin was somewhat dark, which was consistent with his life experience of traveling all over the country. As if possessed, she reached out and tugged at the front of his shirt, only to find that it was just as smooth.
She thought it was normal for her face to be a little dark and rough, since it was exposed.
With a small, sharp knife, she carefully cut away the cloth around the arrow, washed the grime around the wound with hot water, and gently avoided touching his genitals. He had drunk the anesthetic soup, and when his inner thigh was touched, there was no reaction. It would have been even more embarrassing if there had been any reaction.
However, if an arrow is shot into the groin, that area will also hurt, so it's unlikely to react.
After washing, it was washed again with alcohol. All utensils were first washed with hot water in early spring, and then soaked in alcohol to prevent infection.
Zhang Chang, who had spent many years in the military, knew that alcohol was a good disinfectant. He muttered to himself, "Old Physician Peng is truly a great contributor to the medical field. Now, clinics of all sizes use this alcohol."
Zhao Shu smiled as she listened; this feeling of keeping one's achievements hidden was inexplicably pleasant.
Of course, Wei Tingsi wasn't the kind of person who coveted fame and fortune. He knew that the recipe was given by Zhao Shu, but so what? He still hoped that Zhao Shu would remain unknown, so that no one would disturb their lives.
Don't let the fame and fortune that Physician Peng enjoys fool you; he's actually living a miserable life. Today, a reincarnated Bian Que comes from the south wanting to challenge him to a duel, and tomorrow a descendant of Shennong might come from the east to spar with him. Not to mention the countless beginners who spring up like mushrooms after rain wanting to become his disciples. If they refuse to see him at home, they harass his family. If they hide in Jiangying Garden and refuse to come out, others will ask their colleagues to pass on messages to him...
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