Strange, it's winter, why am I sweating?
The wound required a full fifteen stitches. It wasn't because the wound was long, but because Li Tianlang was very responsible. Suturing a wound is somewhat similar to sewing clothes; the density of the stitches directly affects the healing process.
For wounds of the same size, those requiring more sutures will result in lighter scars after healing.
"You're a real man." After finishing the stitching, Li Tianlang breathed a sigh of relief; his shirt underneath was already soaked with sweat.
"You are a good doctor too."
Compared to military doctors, who are used to seeing all kinds of wounded soldiers, none of them are as meticulous and gentle as him.
Li Tianlang sat down and picked up a brush to write a prescription.
"I never thought we'd be praising each other one day."
An Rong didn't speak. If he could, he would never want to see Li Tianlang again.
"DouDou is due to give birth in a month. Have you found a midwife yet?" he asked casually.
Even knowing that there was no possibility for them, he couldn't suppress his deep-seated concern for Yuan Doudou.
He is clearly a very rational person.
"I've found someone, no need for you to worry." He used polite language, deliberately distancing himself from Li Tianlang.
Li Tianlang didn't mind at all, saying, "Having a child is a big deal, and we must not take it lightly."
People love mothers more than fathers, not because mothers are so great, but because they do pay the price of losing their lives to give birth to their children, even if it is something they do not want to do. Once it comes to that, they are nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.
An Rong knew this, of course, and he looked at Li Tianlang coldly.
This kid still won't give up.
Fortunately, he wouldn't do anything to hurt DouDou. On the contrary, he would stand up for DouDou when she needed him. As her husband, he couldn't use that as an excuse to beat someone up.
He was once a brave man, but to beat a doctor who is powerless to even kill a chicken is ultimately inhumane.
Yuan Doudou waited outside until the flowers withered. How could a wound take so long to be stitched up? It wasn't until Tian Qi came out with a plate that she was able to go up and ask.
"Are you done?"
Tian Qi replied, "It's already sewn up, and the doctor is applying ointment to it."
"Okay, thank you."
Tian Qi smiled and said it was nothing, then turned around and went to get busy.
When Yuan Doudou went in, Li Tianlang had just finished writing the prescription, and An Rong was standing to the side waiting to get the prescription after applying the medicine.
"Take the medicine home, boil it down to one bowl with three bowls of water, take it once in the morning and once in the evening, and come back for a check-up in seven days. We will prescribe more medicine if the wound is healing."
Yuan Doudou stepped forward with a smile and accepted the prescription with both hands, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Doctor Li."
Her change in attitude made Li Tianlang feel a little uncomfortable; she hadn't been this kind of friendly to him before.
"Of course," they said politely.
Yuan Doudou took An Rong out, paid for the medicine, which included Chinese medicine to drink and a bottle of scar-reducing gel.
A total of ten taels of silver.
Yuan Doudou could accept the price, after all, it was difficult to find a doctor in town who knew how to suture, so ten taels of silver was not expensive.
Even after they left, Li Tianlang was still upset. In fact, the clinic belonged to him, so of course he could have given them a free meal.
It would be fine to tease him, but An Rong is a stubborn man; he would rather die than accept my charity. Besides, they weren't so poor that they couldn't afford medical expenses.
Back at the tavern, Huang Rong greeted the customers.
"Brother Anrong, how are you?" Huang Rong was so frightened when she saw Anrong's face in the morning that she almost fainted.
She was still young and had never seen such a horrific wound before; it was bloody and looked like a dead person crawling out of a grave.
It was eerie and terrifying.
An Rong, still wearing his straw hat, said it was nothing and went to the kitchen to get busy.
Huang Rong didn't press the matter further, but out of curiosity, she would tease Dou Dou in her spare time, trying to find out why An Rong's face was injured.
Yuan Doudou treated Huang Rong like her own sister, and since An Rong's matter was in the past, it wouldn't hurt to tell her.
After she finished speaking, Huang Rong cried so hard that bubbles came out of her nose.
"It's so touching." Huang Rong had only heard the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, and had also been saddened and shed tears for it.
In ancient times, Zhu Yingtai transformed into a butterfly and died for love; today, Brother An Rong disfigures himself to protect his wife.
Yuan Doudou laughed at her, saying she was still too young and thought love would always be passionate and dramatic, but in reality, only the ordinary and simple is true love.
She was prepared to end the marriage, go her separate ways, and live peacefully, which wouldn't be a tragedy. However, An Rong didn't consult her and chose an extreme way to resolve the situation, which was unexpected and gave her a new understanding of An Rong.
"Can An Rong's face be restored to its original state?" An Rong's handsome appearance is unparalleled. If it were really ruined like this, countless people would feel sorry for him. She would be the first one to do so.
Yuan Doudou remained silent. Who knew? Li Tianlang had already prescribed the best medicine. Whether An Rong would recover depended on himself.
If An Rong doesn't want to make things right, even a god couldn't help him.
An Rong's face was injured, and the most heartbroken person was not Yuan Doudou, but An Ji.
When he woke up, his parents were not in the shop; only Sister Huang Rong was there to look after it.
When An Rong returned from the clinic, he hurriedly followed him into the kitchen, saw his father's face, and ran out crying.
Yuan Doudou had no choice but to get up and comfort him.
Yuan Doudou pushed open the door and saw Anji's small body lying on the bed, sobbing and crying. The sound of her crying was so touching.
"Angie," she called softly.
Anji stopped crying, stood up and hugged Yuan Doudou, her voice hoarse, "Mother, how did Father become like this?"
He was overjoyed to see his father. In Ping'an Village, no father was as handsome as his, which was something he was very proud of.
Father is handsome, Mother is beautiful.
Going out with them is always a joy; he receives countless admiring smiles from people, who always compliment his family, saying they are all very good-looking.
But now, Daddy's face is so scary, it looks like a centipede is crawling on his face. How can he go out with him in the future?
The more I think about it, the sadder I get; the sadder I get, the more wronged I feel when I cry.
Father is so mean.
"Anji, Daddy's face will be fine, don't cry. Have you forgotten? A real man sheds blood, not tears." From this point of view, Anrong is indeed a true man.
Anji stopped crying, tears still clinging to her face, looking pitifully at Yuan Doudou.
"Mother, are you telling the truth?"
Seeing his cautious and incredulous expression, Yuan Doudou's heart broke.
This is the consequence, isn't it? An Rong will bear the greatest consequences, but it's only disfigurement. But what about the child? She can't even begin to imagine how much damage his young heart will suffer.
She was caught in a dilemma. On the one hand, she wanted to persuade An Rong to take good care of his injuries and not let his face be completely ruined, no matter what.
On the one hand, she was afraid that even if An Rong's face healed, Song Lin'an would still hold a grudge.
This is also what An Rong is worried about. Since he has chosen to disfigure himself to force the issue, there is little point in healing his face.
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