"Doctor, help me, help me!"
Doctor Xiahou, who was in the pharmacy, had already fallen asleep, playing chess with Zhou Gong. Perhaps it was a habit he had developed from years of practicing medicine, but no matter how deep his sleep was, he would wake up immediately at the knock on the door.
“Here it comes!”
As soon as Doctor Xiahou opened the door, he saw Tang Chen, holding his bloody wrist, with snow-covered hair and red eyes, standing in front of his door. "Hey, isn't this Miss Tang? What's wrong with you? Come in!"
Tang Chen's tears fell: "Cut off your hand, please give me medicine!"
Doctor Xiahou saw that it was indeed a knife wound and didn't dare to delay. He quickly got some medicine and woke up his wife to help. He quickly sewed up Tang Chen's wound, applied some medicine powder, and carefully bandaged it. "Be careful with knives in the future. Try not to let your hand get wet these days, and avoid fish, shrimp, and spicy foods."
Tang Chen wiped away her tears and said pitifully, "I remember, I remember. Well, Doctor Xiahou, can you prescribe me some more of these wound medicines? I want better quality ones so I can buy some and keep them at home. As you know, I've been learning to cook recently."
Doctor Xiahou and his wife couldn't help but smile and said, "Okay, okay, when you learn it well, remember to let me, old man, have a taste."
"Yes, definitely!"
Tang Chen hurried back, holding the bandages and the umbrella given by Lady Xiahou. She was usually very sensitive to pain, but this time, she had gone to great lengths to save Wang Yanzhou. The wound on his chest wasn't particularly large, but it wasn't shallow. Tang Chen was afraid that he had committed some crime and was hiding in her place, so she didn't dare take him to see a doctor easily. She had no choice but to resort to self-harm to seek medical treatment.
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