Wan Shu is not someone who has never seen a handsome man before.
Putting everything else aside, let's just talk about his son, Dazhu.
Don't let Dazhu's appearance fool you; he's a rough, hardworking man who loves farming. He's incredibly handsome.
He has a well-proportioned face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. In modern times, he would definitely be a handsome, dark-skinned guy!
The remaining two, San Shun and Wu Ping, are still young and their faces haven't fully developed yet, so they can't be considered particularly handsome, but you can still tell they're definitely going to be good-looking.
Let's talk about Meng Wenyuan.
This guy is an emo expert, and sometimes a bit silly, but I have to say he's refined, handsome, and very good-looking.
Otherwise, Wan Shu wouldn't have tolerated him doing such stupid things at home for so long.
Even with so many handsome men in her family, Wan Shu was still startled when she saw the man's true face after the bloodstains were wiped away.
This man's appearance was different from Da Zhu's handsome features, which were neat and well-proportioned, and also different from Meng Wenyuan's refined and quiet handsomeness. Instead, he had an extremely wealthy and handsome look.
It's hard to describe, but it's the kind of person you can tell at a glance is definitely a handsome young master from a wealthy family.
Several maids were also taken aback by the man's appearance while they were washing him.
Hearing Wan Shu's exclamation, he finally couldn't contain his excitement and quietly agreed.
"Yes, yes, this man is so handsome!"
"I've never seen such a handsome man before!"
"The new emperor is the concubine of the late emperor's most beloved concubine, Li. I've heard that he's also a rare and handsome man. I really don't know whether this man is more handsome or the new emperor is more handsome."
Wan Shu's lips twitched as he listened, thinking to himself that the new emperor was too merciful. It felt like anyone could talk behind his back.
Or perhaps this was simply the custom of the Great Sheng Dynasty?
If that's the case, Wan Shu would also like to chat with Ququ about some royal secrets.
However, the immediate priority was saving lives, and there was no time for that. Wan Shu could only suppress the gossip simmering within her.
"Alright, I need to examine him now. You may all leave."
Wan Shu emphasized: "During my treatment, no one is allowed to enter this room without my permission."
She definitely needs to rely on the system's online store for treatment, and she's afraid that someone might rashly enter and expose the store's location.
Fortunately, the maids at the prefect's residence were very well-behaved. After hearing her instructions, they left quietly without asking why.
Once she was sure there was no one else in the room and the room was locked from the inside, Wan Shu felt relieved and began to treat the man.
She first checked the man's external injuries.
The situation was better than she had imagined.
Although the man had many wounds of varying sizes, there were no fractures or dislocations.
The man is currently unconscious most likely because he suffered hemorrhagic shock due to excessive blood loss.
Or perhaps it was due to the plague.
However, to prevent internal bleeding, Wan Shu bought a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao from the mall, took out the capsule, mixed it with some Western medicine for treating external injuries and antibiotics specifically used to kill bacteria, and gave it to the man.
After administering the medication, the external injury still needs to be treated.
The man's wounds varied in size; the small ones were just minor abrasions, while the large ones were over ten centimeters long and deep enough to expose the bone, as if they had been cut by a sharp instrument.
If left untreated, this type of wound can become infected and become fatal.
Wan Shu had never studied suturing, but at this point, she couldn't care less.
They could only search for the steps to suture the wound in the online store while using professional medical instruments to suture the man's wound.
The man had fallen into a deep coma.
No matter how she sewed or tore, the man didn't react at all.
Even so, Wan Shu was very nervous as it was her first time performing sutures on someone.
She spent nearly three hours stitching up five wounds of varying sizes that needed to be stitched up.
"Phew... thank goodness the man was unconscious, otherwise it would have taken six hours to finish sewing him up..."
In the midst of chaos, Emperor Hongxing suddenly heard the voice of a weary woman.
He struggled to open his eyes and looked around. Through the blur, he could only see a woman dressed in coarse cloth, her hands covered in blood.
The woman turned her head, and he tried hard to see her face clearly, but his body could no longer support him, and he fainted again.
Wan Shu did not notice the man's brief moment of lucidity.
She washed her hands and disinfected them, but she was still not entirely at ease, so she took out iodine and disinfected the man's entire body once again.
With trembling hands, she gave the man a tetanus shot, and that was the end of it.
Calculating the time, five hours had passed since the initial treatment.
As night fell, Wan Shu could no longer hold on. She casually laid out a makeshift bed on the floor in the room and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning.
"Brother Jin, do you really think Wan Shu can save that seriously injured man?"
Doctor Jin scoffed, "Even you and I couldn't save him, let alone an ignorant village woman like Wan Shu. She's just talking big to save face."
The other doctors also nodded in agreement with pride.
“That’s right, even we can’t save someone, so how could Wan Shu, an ignorant village woman, possibly save her!”
"In my opinion, that man probably died last night!"
"Sigh, that man was a pitiful person. We couldn't save him, and we even used him. We should at least take care of his body."
As they spoke, they arrived at the room Wan Shu had used to treat the man.
After the maid announced the arrival, Wan Shu quickly opened the door.
The doctors were all taken aback when they saw Wan Shu emerge from the room, disheveled and unkempt.
"You, you, you...you, a widow, how could you sleep in the same room as a man! You have no shame!"
Wan Shu curled her lip: "Which is more important, shame or human life?"
She stated frankly, "I slept in the same room with him to save his life, and I don't feel ashamed of doing so."
For a moment, none of the doctors knew what to say, and finally Dr. Jin let out a cold snort.
"You only have the right to say that because you saved his life. I bet he's dead by now!"
Wan Shu raised an eyebrow, offering no further explanation, and simply said, "Come in and check for yourself, then you'll know if he's still alive."
Dr. Jin was so angry at her attitude that he snorted coldly before turning and entering the room.
The other doctors were also so angry that they started cursing.
"Wan Shu is far too arrogant; he doesn't take us seriously at all!"
"She's just relying on the prefect's trust in her medical skills. Once the prefect finds out she's just a good-for-nothing, he'll definitely get rid of her!"
"Brother Jin, how is it? Has he already passed away?"
Doctor Jin glanced back at them, remained silent for a moment, and then, amidst the puzzled looks of the crowd, knelt down before Wan Shu with a thud.
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