After saying hello lazily and going in to wash his face, Chi Xingyue instantly became energetic.
Thinking that it was getting late, she changed her clothes with Ling Jiheng and slipped out of the space holding hands.
"A-choo!" Even though the kang was warm, Chi Xingyue was still irritated by the cold air in the room the moment he came out, and sneezed violently.
He quickly wrapped himself in the quilt, adjusted himself for a while, then came out and got off the bed in the dark.
Chi Xingyue sank his consciousness into the space, looked at the watch, and found that it was just past five o'clock.
But that's how it is in winter, it gets dark in an instant.
There might still be some light outside, but indoors, we really need to turn on the lights.
Ling Jiheng handed the two pistols hidden under the pillow to Chi Xingyue. Chi Xingyue put them into the space without even looking at them.
Raising a hand to straighten his cloak, he warned him, "Take it easy out there. If your wounds feel uncomfortable, come back and rest immediately. Don't try to be stubborn!"
Ling Jiheng agreed with a smile, and when Chi Xingyue wasn't paying attention, he kissed her on the forehead.
His body felt particularly warm wrapped in the cloak, and everything that happened today made him a little excited.
Ling Jiheng no longer felt the pain from his wounds, but his arms still could not move freely, and he had to rely on Chi Xingyue to open and close the door.
The movement in the west room quickly attracted Shu Muyun's attention. She came out of the east room, glanced at the two of them, and saw Ling Jiheng's rosy face, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did you sleep well? Are you hungry? Mom will make you something to eat!" As she said that, she hurried to the small kitchen.
Ling Jiheng hurriedly comforted her, "Mom, I'm not hungry. I'll go show up at Grandma's first, then go to Tinglan Courtyard and Zhegui Courtyard to see how everyone is doing, and then come back to have dinner with you and Dad."
Shu Muyun paused and nodded: "Okay, go ahead. Take care of yourself. If you feel unwell, come back quickly. Don't be stubborn."
Ling Jiheng nodded, feeling that they were indeed the two most important women to him, even their speech was so similar.
He took Chi Xingyue's hand openly, greeted the old lady, went to Tinglan Courtyard to thank the centurion and others, and then came to Zhegui Courtyard.
As soon as he entered the door, he was stopped by Dr. Cheng.
"Wow, you're recovering well. I didn't even bandage you up, how come you look so energetic?"
Ling Jiheng couldn't help but glance at Chi Xingyue, his eyes were so gentle that they could drip water.
Doctor Cheng felt very sad, but he also knew that it was related to the girl in front of him.
But he didn't ask, because it's rare for a person to be ignorant.
What's more, I have no home or job, and I will have to rely on these two people for my retirement in the future, so I don't want to get to the bottom of it.
She was actually curious about Ling Jiheng's physical condition, so she welcomed him into the east room: "Hold out your hand!"
Ling Jiheng cooperated very well and sat on the chair, raising his arm to place it on the pulse diagnosis table.
His originally calm expression was broken the moment his arm bent.
But he held back and didn't shout out. His brows were tightly furrowed, and even his face turned a little pale.
Doctor Cheng placed his fingers on his wrist and chuckled after a moment: "Young people are in good health, but they have to take it easy.
It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. Even if you have a magic pill, you have to heal it for half a month."
Ling Jiheng rolled his eyes, thinking that since he was recognized by Chi Xingyue, he would drink spiritual spring water and soak in spiritual spring water every day in the future, so how could it take so long?
Doctor Cheng noticed his indifference and got angry, so he poked his wound hard, causing Ling Jiheng to hiss and retract his hand in pain.
"Hmph, don't think I'm joking. Don't you even look at the weather outside? Do you really think the cold in your body can be expelled so easily?"
Seeing his serious expression, Ling Jiheng didn't dare to be careless. He nodded to indicate that he would pay attention.
Only then did Doctor Cheng regain his smile and took out the remaining goat gut: "What is this made of? It's very different from the silk thread we usually use."
Ling Jiheng didn't know either and glanced at Chi Xingyue.
Chi Xingyue pursed her lips and said, "Cat gut is said to be made from sheep's small intestines. It can be absorbed by human tissue, so there is no need to go through the process of removing stitches."
Doctor Cheng listened with great interest and asked Chi Xingyue, "Human tissue refers to the skin and flesh, right? The little words are quite fresh, but they are meaningful and reasonable.
That is, where did you get this thing? Do you still have it?"
Chi Xingyue really wanted to say no, but when she met the other party's burning gaze, she couldn't bring herself to say no.
“There’s one more thing I can give to Doctor Cheng.
But I got this thing by chance. I only heard a little about how to make it, but I'm not at the production level yet.
If Dr. Cheng is interested, he can give it a try. Who knows, it might even usher in a new era of surgical medicine."
The reason why Chi Xingyue said this was that he felt that such a good resource as Nanshan Village Health Center should not be wasted.
She is not a doctor and has not studied medicine. Apart from looking at the instructions to get the right medicine, the clinic is not as practical as a supermarket in her hands.
But Dr. Cheng is different. First of all, he has solid theoretical knowledge and practical experience in traditional Chinese medicine. Secondly, ancient Chinese medicine has surgical operations.
It’s just that the theory and technology were not as sophisticated as those of modern times, and they were not well inherited, so people have misunderstood it and thought that surgical suture was invented in the West.
In fact, this view is totally wrong.
As early as the Three Kingdoms period, Hua Tuo pioneered surgical procedures, with his "scraping bones to heal wounds" being a solid example.
Although Chi Xingyue had not studied the history of the Great Yong Dynasty, he was not sure whether there was a miracle doctor named "Hua Tuo" here.
But historical developments are always similar, otherwise Doctor Cheng wouldn't have taken out the needle and thread the moment he saw Ling Jiheng's wound, as if this was a very common operation.
Therefore, Chi Xingyue revealed a little bit, that is, the idea of cultivating medical talents was to lure Dr. Cheng into the trap.
Although he's a bit older, he's incredibly talented. In this field, talent often trumps hard work.
Sure enough, Doctor Cheng asked curiously, "Oh, what method? By the way, how do you know so much?"
Chi Xingyue smiled and said, "I once accidentally entered a cave and found a medical book and the things in your hand.
The book records many strange diseases and treatments. I can only understand the basics, but I think everything in the book is true."
"Oh, what book? Could it be something left behind by the Medical Saint?"
Chi Xingyue didn't know who the Medical Sage of this era was, so she could only nod in agreement. "Maybe. I'll have my husband copy the book for Doctor Cheng someday."
"Are you serious?" Doctor Cheng didn't expect Chi Xingyue to be so generous, and he rubbed his hands excitedly for a moment.
Ling Jiheng also looked at her resentfully, thinking that she was really good at ordering people around. His hand hadn't even healed yet, and she had already assigned him work.
What else can I do? Of course I agree. After all, this is my beloved wife!
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