Chapter 52 Seeing a Different Her
Chu Yangyang's overly hot gaze burned Luo Xifeng so much that he couldn't bear it.
"Princess, please go back home first. I will go back after I finish my work." He ordered her to leave.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden noise outside.
Afterwards, Chu Yangyang saw five or six people running towards them in a hurry, carrying the wounded.
"It's bad, Doctor Luo, the houses on West Street suddenly collapsed, crushing many people."
The first person to run in was the head of Muhe Village. "Lord Luo, there will be more injured people coming in soon... Be prepared!"
After the village chief finished speaking, he turned around and ran out in a hurry.
Luo Xifeng immediately ordered, "Xiao Ning, arrange all the injured in the backyard and line them up in a row."
Xiao Ning was only a ten-year-old boy. When he saw the scene, he was a little panicked. He led the wounded to the backyard.
Seeing this, Chu Yangyang also rolled up his sleeves and said to Miao Yun, "Let's go and help too."
When we arrived at the backyard, Xiao Ning was anxiously directing the wounded and was a little flustered for a moment.
Chu Yangyang came up to Xiao Ning and held her trembling shoulders. "Xiao Ning, can you tell the severity of the injury?"
Xiao Ning swallowed and nodded, "I can... I can take a pulse. Doctor Luo taught me medicine."
"Very good, Xiaoning, listen to me. Go get the red, yellow, and blue strips of cloth." She pulled down the silk ribbon from her waist to demonstrate. "Those with bloody heads are in critical condition. Tie them with red. Have them lie on the wooden bed and wait for Doctor Luo to arrive. Those with less serious conditions but who need immediate medical attention should be tied with yellow. Have them wait on the bench to the side. Those with scrapes, scratches, or superficial injuries should be tied with blue. Have them wait outside the clinic first."
The copper bells on the eaves were rang by the strong wind, but they could not cover up her clear voice. Xiao Ning was immediately calmed down by her calm and steady tone.
Miaoyun stood there holding the pottery jar, while Chu Yangyang had already taken off her brocade coat.
On the wooden board beside him, a pregnant woman's bleeding belly was wrapped in a piece of shimmering brocade, and the gold embroidery was soaked in a pool of blood.
"Princess, your clothes..." Miao Yun looked at Chu Yangyang who was busy with her in some disbelief.
"Come and help me." Chu Yangyang shouted to Miaoyun. Miaoyun finally came to her senses and hurried forward to help her.
Xiaoning and Miaoyun were holding the strips of cloth and moving back and forth like swallows.
The wounded in red cloth were carried into the main hall one after another, and the wounded in yellow cloth were lined up against the medicine drying rack and sat neatly on the benches waiting.
Chu Yangyang half-knelt on the bluestone slab, imitating the method Luo Xifeng had used to bandage her, and wrapped an old lady's burst wound with white hemostatic cloth.
Chu Yangyang rubbed the red plum blossom on the white handkerchief with her bloody fingertips. Without even looking up, she said, "Miaoyun, bring me another roll of white cloth."
The moon-shaped door cast a long oblique shadow, and Luo Xifeng stood in the corridor holding a silver needle.
He saw the red-haired figure holding the old woman's neck and feeding her medicine. The gold hairpin in her hair was crooked, but it was more upright than when she wore it at the palace banquet.
When she turned around, her eyes met his, the bloodshot color of the entire courtyard reflected in her eyes. "Leave the ones tied with blue cloth to me. Lord Luo, please take care of the seriously injured ones tied with red cloth."
The morning light filtered through the pomegranate branches, and mottled shadows wandered across Chu Yangyang's bloodstained face. She was using a silver hairpin to pick up the broken porcelain from the child's palm. Beads of sweat hung on her brows, but a gentle smile to coax the child was on the corners of her lips.
He looked at the blood-soaked crabapple-red skirt, which was now carefully avoiding the groaning wounded man on the ground.
He suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of guilt in his heart. Perhaps he shouldn't have treated her like that yesterday. Perhaps he really misunderstood the Chu family.
Just as he was stunned for a moment, Chu Yangyang saw this and frowned and said loudly, "Master Luo, the critically ill patient is over there, please go over there quickly!"
Luo Xifeng was finally brought back to his senses. He raised his foot and ran quickly towards the inner hall.
After a moment, they didn't know how long they had been busy.
Suddenly, Luo Xifeng shouted from the inner hall, "Xiao Ning, come and help me."
Chu Yangyang stuck her head out and looked inside, but Xiao Ning seemed to be busy with the patient at hand and was not coming over for a long time.
"Come quickly!" Luo Xifeng shouted again.
Seeing this, Chu Yangyang turned around and said to Miao Yun, "You take care of the injured here. I'll go help."
After saying that, he turned around and ran into the inner hall.
As soon as Chu Yangyang entered, she saw Luo Xifeng sending away the injured around him, and he was standing in the center surrounded by screens on all sides.
Chu Yangyang opened a small section of the screen and went in.
She saw the pregnant woman whom she had just covered with brocade clothes lying on a wooden bed, with blood flowing like a river on the board.
Her heart tightened and she said, "Xiao Ning is busy, I'll help you."
Luo Xifeng paused for a moment and then quickly got back to the rescue work.
"Give me my needle bag." He lowered his head and pressed his hands on the pregnant woman's abdomen.
Chu Yangyang quickly handed the needle bag on the table to Luo Xifeng.
She lowered her head and saw at a glance that the bulge in the pregnant woman's lower abdomen was pressed into a terrible dent by the beam. Luo Xifeng inserted three silver needles into Sanyinjiao, but blood still gurgled out from under the linen cloth.
Chu Yangyang tore off the entire hem of her skirt and pressed the wound, and the shiny brocade instantly turned dark red.
"Bring the ginseng slices." Luo Xifeng said without even raising his head.
Chu Yangyang stuffed the pill between the pregnant woman's pale lips, touching her cold, trembling teeth.
The woman suddenly grabbed her wrist, and amniotic fluid mixed with blood foam spread out from under her skirt, "Doctor, save the baby for me!"
Chu Yangyang held the woman's hand and said, "Don't worry, Doctor Luo is a very skilled doctor. He will definitely save you and the child."
The woman was sweating and pale. "I must, I must save my child."
The veins on Luo Xifeng's forehead bulged, and his fingertips twisted the needle tail and vibrated rapidly.
Chu Yangyang felt the beating of the pregnant woman's neck and said, "Her breathing is very weak."
Luo Xifeng said decisively, "We have to induce labor first. Xiao Cui, listen to my instructions and push hard."
Xiao Cui nodded hurriedly.
"Push harder."
"Again."
Xiao Cui screamed in pain and grabbed Chu Yangyang's hand tightly, squeezing it until it was deformed.
Luo Xifeng was somewhat delighted, "The baby's head is out, push again."
"Ah!" Xiao Cui tried her best.
"Come out, give me the scissors."
Chu Yangyang quickly handed over the Jincuo Knife with her other hand.
The baby's purple legs kicked on Luo Xifeng's bloodstained white robe, but his cry was stuck in his throat.
Luo Xifeng slapped the baby's back with his backhand, and the silver needle pricked the blood clot in the throat with a fierce movement like a swordsman.
When the loud cry broke out, Xiao Cui finally smiled haggardly and relievedly.
However, before a moment had passed, Xiao Cui's pupils suddenly blurred, and blood foam overflowed from the corners of her lips, falling on the back of Chu Yangyang's hand like a withered crabapple.
Luo Xifeng hurriedly grasped the pregnant woman's wrist pulse and pierced the Hegu acupoint with a silver needle to make a blood spot.
Chu Yangyang saw his eyelashes trembling violently, as if he was counting his dying pulse.
The last needle hung above the Yongquan acupoint, refusing to fall.
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