Chapter 13: Bad Luck
Song Bai and Song Dayi were sitting in a carriage, heading to Jiangcheng County. They were exhausted from running back and forth these days, and both of them had dark circles under their eyes.
"Third Master, why don't you take a rest? It takes half a day to walk from here to the county town. Your body can't stand it."
Song Bai shook his head and said, "I can't sleep. As soon as I close my eyes, I see Zhu'er."
Song Dayi sighed. Who wouldn't be worried? Song Quan also stayed in the city. He was so anxious these days that he got a mouth full of ulcers.
The mountain road was bumpy and my bones were almost broken. After finally getting down the mountain and finding a flat road, a lot of people suddenly appeared in front of me. They were carrying luggage, pulling wooden carts, and dragging their families with them, looking quite embarrassed.
Song Dayi lifted the curtain, stopped one of them and asked, "Father, where are you from?"
The old man stopped and said, "I'm from Antu Town."
Antu Town is adjacent to Jiangcheng County. Could it be that they have already started a fight by running over here? !
Song Bai asked anxiously, "How is Jiangcheng County?"
The old man waved his hand and said, "Many people died! If you two were going to the county town, you should return as soon as possible."
The many people he was talking about who died were the soldiers outside the city. When the two armies were fighting, many of them fled to nearby villages, and some were too seriously injured to die on the way. The local people were so scared that they quickly packed up their bags and ran away.
Song Bai's head was buzzing and he almost fell off the car.
Song Dayi held him back, his eyes reddened as well: "Third Master, let's go back. Even if we get to the county now, we may not be able to find the young master. We might die in vain."
"Rong'er and I promised that we would bring Zhu'er back..."
Song Dayi was afraid that he would be confused, so he could only suppress his grief and said, "Third Master! You can't fall down! Our clinic is still counting on you!"
Song Bai burst into tears, his face full of panic as if he had suddenly aged ten years: "Zhu'er is smart and mature by nature, maybe... maybe she can escape this disaster."
Song Bai was choking up and couldn't continue speaking. He only had this one son! Thinking back to a few days ago when the father and son were walking and chatting by the lake, sleeping side by side, and now it was unknown whether he was alive or dead, it was really heartbreaking!
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In the clinic, Song Yuzhu gradually felt relieved when he saw that the army did not kill innocent people after entering the city. Perhaps the county would be back to normal in two days.
Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, there was a knock on the door of the clinic!
"Knock knock knock, is there anyone inside?"
Song Quan glanced at the crack in the door, stood up in fear, pointed outside the door, and mouthed, "Officers and soldiers."
Song Yuzhu's heart skipped a beat. He picked up the stick he had prepared in advance and swallowed nervously. If they broke in by force, he would fight them!
"Open the door, we have no ill intentions." Zhao Xiao knocked on the door lightly, feeling a little nervous. If the young doctor was not here, this would be a big deal. If he could not remove the arrow from his body, Yang Yuanqing would definitely massacre the whole city with his temper!
Song Yuzhu felt the voice outside the door sounded familiar, so she tiptoed to the door and looked out through the gap.
"It's you?!"
Zhao Xiao was delighted when he heard the voice and said, "You still recognize me."
Song Yuzhu thought that it was rare for someone to be able to run the next day after having surgery.
"What do you want from me?"
"Something's going on. It's a big deal! Open the door first."
Song Yuzhu thought for a moment and asked Song Quan and Song Yumin to help open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Song Yuzhu saw clearly that Zhao Xiao was actually wearing a full set of armor.
"Little Doctor, take your medical supplies and come with me!"
Song Yuzhu took a step back cautiously and asked, "Who do you want me to save?"
"Eighth Prince Yang Yuanqing, if you don't save him, the people of the entire Jiangcheng County will be buried with him!"
When Song Yuzhu heard this, he knew it was a serious matter and he could not refuse, so he immediately went to pack the medicine box.
"What happened to him?" Zhao Xiao followed behind him and said, "He was shot by an arrow, and his injury is similar to mine."
Song Yuzhu quickly took out the set of surgical tools that were kept at the bottom of the box.
After packing up, the two of them walked out, and Song Quan and Song Yumin followed.
Song Yuzhu said: "Stay here and wait for me, I will be back soon."
Song Quan could listen to him, but Song Yumin couldn't. This kid's brain was stimulated and he couldn't leave him for a moment. He held his arm and refused to let go: "Dad, don't leave! Don't leave your balls behind!"
Zhao Xiao was stunned for a moment, then asked with a strange expression: "This is... your son?"
Song Yuzhu glanced at him and said, "My brother is mentally ill and can't leave me."
"Then let's go together. I'll send you back later."
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It was already past noon, the sky was a little gray, and the streets were densely packed with cavalry.
Song Yuzhu got goosebumps after just one look.
In his previous life, he had watched many war-themed TV dramas and movies, and he always felt that cold weapon warfare was not as powerful as modern warfare. Now that he was facing such an iron-clad army, he felt the cold oppression.
Song Yumin also felt scared, and followed closely behind him, holding his clothes.
When he passed by those soldiers, Song Yuzhu smelled a familiar smell of blood. In his previous life, he could perform incisions calmly on the operating table, but now he couldn't look directly at the blood and minced meat on those soldiers.
After all, I am saving people, while they are killing people.
Zhao Xiao quietly approached him and said, "Yang Yuanqing has a bad temper, so you should keep quiet later. Also, I told him that you are the descendant of the medical immortal Song Daoyuan, so don't let it slip."
Song Yuzhu widened his eyes and thought to himself, "Brother, you are really good at boasting. If I can't pull out the arrow, everyone will be in trouble!"
Finally they arrived at the place and everyone found a temporary house and carried Yang Yuanqing inside.
The location of his injury was rather special, so he couldn't lie down for fear that the arrow would penetrate deeper. Sitting was also uncomfortable, so he simply leaned sideways on the chair and struck a seductive pose.
"Damn it, they haven't arrived yet!"
"Coming, coming!" Zhao Xiao hurriedly pulled Song Yuzhu into the house.
Yang Yuanqing opened his eyes cursing, and his brows immediately frowned into a lump.
"Is it okay to find a kid?"
Zhao Xiao patted Song Yuzhu, who nodded quickly and said, "Okay."
"Hurry up then, it hurts so much!"
Song Yuzhu first asked someone to boil water to make Sanhuang Decoction, then used scissors to cut off one of Yang Yuanqing's sleeves and gave him acupuncture to relieve his pain.
His acupuncture technique was learned from his father and was more advanced than Song Bai's. The pain was immediately relieved after the needles were inserted.
Yang Yuanqing's complexion improved a little, he cleared his throat and spat: "How old are you?"
"I am fifteen years old." Song Yuzhu answered truthfully.
"Are you really the descendant of Song Daoyuan?"
"I heard my grandfather mention it before, but it's been so long that I don't know whether it's true or not." Song Yuzhu thought to herself that she was not lying. If Yang Yuanqing didn't believe it, he could go ask his grandfather. Anyway, the old man had been dead for more than ten years.
"Well, I have some skills."
After a while, the soldiers brought over the cooked Sanhuang Decoction, and Song Yuzhu took out the set of surgical tools and placed them on the table.
Yang Yuanqing took a quick look and was so frightened that his scalp went numb: "Wait! What are you going to do with these things?!"
"Help the prince get the arrows."
"Can't you just pull out the arrow with your hands?" These knives don't look like tools for treating illnesses, they look more like tools for torture.
Song Yuzhu explained: "Pulling out the arrow directly can easily cause secondary damage. If you accidentally sever the meridians, your life may be in danger."
Yang Yuanqing was so confused by his trickery that he said, "Go ahead, but think carefully before you act. If I do anything wrong, I will throw you out to feed the bears right away."
Song Yuzhu knew that this man was not joking. He could still identify the two sleeping bears and the bloody bones next to them as human bones.
Zhao Xiao stood by and felt a little regretful. He was the one who brought the young doctor out. If Yang Yuanqing really wanted to feed him to the bear, he would have to save him at all costs!
Song Yuzhu asked Yang Yuanqing to lie on his side, and then used cotton wool dipped in Sanhuang Decoction to disinfect his skin.
Although Yang Yuanqing looked rough, his skin was smoother than a woman's after living a life of luxury. Song Yuzhu took a deep breath and cut the flesh with a knife. Everyone in the room held their breath.
In fact, this arrow didn't pierce deep, and the arrowhead didn't have a hook, so it was much easier to deal with than Zhao Xiao's. The only trouble was that the long, flat arrowhead was stuck between the two ribs, and he had to turn the arrow's position to pull it out.
"Master Zhao, come and help me."
"Hey." Zhao Xiao heard him calling him and hurried over.
"I'll press the wound and you slowly pull the arrow out. Don't use too much force."
"Okay." Zhao Xiao looked at the sweat oozing from his forehead and knew that he was under a lot of pressure. He just wanted to pull out the arrow quickly and send him away from here.
Song Yuzhu gently twisted the arrow and finally straightened the arrow that was stuck in his ribs.
"Okay, pull it down."
Zhao Xiao tried it and pulled it gently, and surprisingly he pulled the arrow out easily!
Xu Bing next to him said in surprise: "Oh, he finally got out!" As long as Yang Yuanqing is okay, the people in the city will be saved.
Yang Yuanqing turned his head when he heard the sound: "Is it done?" He really didn't feel any pain at all. He just felt the coldness of someone pulling the injured part.
"Don't move, my lord. We still need to sew up the wound."
After the wound was sutured, Song Yuzhu was no longer needed, so the military doctors quickly applied medicine and bandaged it. The medicines in the army were of the best quality, much better than those in the clinic.
Finally, just pull out the silver needle that blocks the pain and that's it.
Song Yuzhu: "Your Majesty, I'm going to start the needle treatment."
The guard helped Yang Yuanqing sit up: "Don't get up, can't you just stick it on your body?"
"Absolutely not. This silver needle will seal your divine meridian so that you won't feel any pain. If it is blocked for a long time, it will be fatal."
Yang Yuanqing waved his hand and said, "Then take it."
After the needle was removed, the pain in the wound returned soon after, but it was much better than before.
Seeing that Yang Yuanqing was fine, Zhao Xiao hurried forward and said, "Your Highness, I will send this young doctor back." Song Yuzhu packed up the medicine box and pulled Song Yumin to follow him.
"Wait a moment." Yang Yuanqing changed into clean new clothes, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Song Yuzhu with narrowed eyes.
"May I have your name?"
"I am Song Yuzhu, a commoner." Song Yuzhu lowered his head, feeling something was not right.
"You are a good doctor, don't go back. When I become the emperor in the future, I will send you to the Imperial Medical Academy and make you the head of the academy."
“…”
Song Yuzhu thought of her uncle's tragic death and didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
(End of this chapter)
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