Chapter 107: A Doctor Who Can't Heal Himself [VIP]

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  First of all, let me declare that in ancient times, it was impossible to perform modern surgery, and ectopic pregnancy basically had no chance of survival. I'm writing this because the plot requires it, so please forgive me if you're a medical professional, haha. Don't mock this plot point, hehe. Wishing everyone a pleasant read!

  Qiu Hua handled the matter steadily, bringing all the things Han Caiwei needed and finding good substitutes for the ones that were lacking. Since the equipment was insufficient here, Han Caiwei could only complete the operation in a very short time, and she couldn't afford to cause massive bleeding or cardiac arrest.

  Everything is fine and complete, and the alternatives that can be found are also good. Moreover, there is also Ma Zhuo San here, which can be drunk directly without the need for anesthesia.

  The autumn rain falls, and the chill in the air becomes even more pronounced.

  A Fu also sighed secretly, he knew what the king didn't finish saying. He was worried that Wang Shi might be right, but in fact, the person waiting outside was the one performing the so-called surgery. He didn't have the king's deep thoughts, but he could see that the king's emotions were too complicated, almost impossible to describe with language. Even as someone who had served the king since childhood, he could only see through a little bit of it.

  Then, Li Xiuzhen stood in the courtyard of Qingyun Pavilion. The masters of various rooms all came out and stood outside silently accompanying Li Xiuzhen. Ji Zhaohui stood on the stone bridge, looking at the situation in the courtyard, and let out a faint sigh. In the end, he dispersed the crowd and walked into the courtyard alone.

  As soon as she stepped out of the door, she found it was raining. There was a person standing in the rain, and she couldn't see who it was. Autumn Flower whispered in her ear: "Master, it's Third Prince Wang."

  Everyone was disinfected under Hua's guidance, trying to make the room aseptic. Then they each put on the clothes brought by Qiu Hua and covered themselves with them. Although they were not as clean as the aseptic suits from before, they would have to do. After Wang drank down the Ma Fei San, she fell into a deep sleep after the medicine took effect.

  A Fu couldn't help but look over and saw that it was raining, so he came over in a low voice and said: "Your Highness, it's raining, why don't you go inside and wait?"

  Li Xiuzhen was lost in thought in the rain, appearing calm and composed on the surface, but only those close to him could sense his inner turmoil.

  The other three maids, including Yin'er, also turned pale and reacted, finally understanding why Han Caiwei had to prioritize their own master's life first. If they didn't think about their mission, they would have rushed out and vomited long ago!

  Qiu Hua had already gotten used to this bloody scene and was the calmest one.

  Ah Fu knew that Li Xiuzhen was anxious, so he stopped talking and took the oil-paper umbrella handed over by Xiao Weizi, covering Li Xiuzhen's head with it. Then he stood there, accompanying Li Xiuzhen as they waited.

  "Get out." Li Xiuzhen slightly furrowed her brow, saying only these three words.

  Qiu Hua helped her take off the blood-stained clothes, and then supported her out of the door. In fact, after a high level of mental concentration, Han Caiwei was almost fainting, and this body was not hers in the first place. To stand still for several hours was already the limit for this body. Now she was still awake, it was just the last bit of spirit left.

  Everyone in the mansion knew that Wang Ye was standing in the Light Cloud Pavilion, braving the rain, but no one knew what had happened. However, since Wang Ye was braving the rain, who else in the mansion could be at peace?

  She suddenly let go of Autumn Flower's hand, walked through the rain to Li Xiuzhen's face, and smiled faintly at him: "Wang Shi is fine, Third Master Wang, you can rest assured now?"

  Han Caiwei waved the surgical knife over the fire and then touched Wang's abdomen, finding a spot to make an incision.

  She instructed Yiner to pay attention to a few things, then ordered her to let Wang Shi rest absolutely, leaving three maids to clean up the scene. Han Caiwei finally breathed a sigh of relief, after nearly three hours, Wang Shi's life was finally saved.

  He let out a low sigh: "I don't know when you'll understand my heart, Ah Fu. Hurry to the palace and ask for the imperial physician to come!"

  The people in the house did not know that the sky inside had already darkened and heavy clouds were gathering, and a autumn rain was about to fall.

  "A Fu pursed his lips and said: 'The concubine is blessed with good fortune and a long life, nothing will happen to her. Your Highness can rest assured.'"

  Madam Wang had long been settled in a side room to rest, but there was still someone standing in the courtyard. That person was none other than Li Xiuzhen. He stood in the middle of the courtyard, his thin lips pursed, gazing at the tightly closed door and the bright light emanating from within.

  Li Xiuzhen didn't even frown: "This king is worried, this king will wait here."

  The more time passed, the more anxious he became. Wang was worried, but his heart was now on Han Caiwei's body. If she succeeded, he could naturally put down a worry, if not successful, what should she do? How to face the Wang family, how to stand in the Wang Fu? He hadn't thought it through before, but now that he had thought it through, he regretted and feared one after another. What he was most afraid of was her leaving.

  After finishing this sentence, Han Caiwei's eyes turned black and her legs softened, she was about to fall to the ground, Li Xiuzuo hurriedly held her in his arms, and she fell into his embrace.

  Physicians cannot heal themselves.

  Ji Zhaohui had no choice but to retreat and stand outside the courtyard.

  Yin'er's courage was also great, and after adapting for a while, she began to cooperate with Han Caiwei, and it got better and better. The other two maids were not bad either. Qiu Hua was responsible for checking Wang Shi's pulse and heartbeat all the time. The simple operation in ancient times proceeded in an orderly and tense manner under everyone's gaze.

  Li Xiuzhen let out a sigh, his eyes filled with a thread of heartache: "I'm not worried about her, I'm worried... Ah, never mind."

  After nearly two hours, Han Caiwei finally finished the surgery, which was successful thanks to the cooperation of the five people. However, a lot of blood came out when sewing up the wound, and the ancient thread was not specially made, so it didn't have a good hemostatic effect. Just as Han Caiwei was at a loss, she remembered Ji Zhaoxi's family heirloom medicine and hastily signaled to Qiu Hua to bring it out. She then applied the medicine along the wound, and finally, the bleeding stopped. Only then did Han Caiwei put down her worries.

  "Oh, it's Li Xiuzhen. Is he still here? Are you really that worried about Wang?"

  "Prince." She called out softly, she just wanted to come and persuade him to go inside and wait, this rain was getting heavier and heavier, if he got soaked, it wouldn't be good.

  Li Xiuzhen picked up the unconscious Han Caiwei and didn't care about anyone else, directly entering the Mei Garden. That night, the lanterns in the Mei Garden burned all night without going out, but not a single person from the entire household dared to go to the Mei Garden or the Light Cloud Pavilion to ask for news.

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