Fortunately, Xie Bufeng didn’t say this in public.
Wen Qingci paused, then suddenly shook his head slowly.
"What's wrong, my dear?"
Wen Qingci narrowed his eyes and looked at the gaps between the magnolia tree leaves.
His voice was as gentle and calm as usual, but his tone was particularly firm: "As a doctor, I will never make mistakes."
"So, Your Majesty probably has no chance of being a tyrant."
Wen Qing’s words are like a dot of lacquer or a deep pool of water.
All the emotions of the past are hidden behind these dark pupils.
At this moment, the sunlight that was chopped up by the branches and leaves of the magnolia tree was all scattered in Wen Qingci's eyes.
In an instant, it illuminates the pupils, creating tiny rays of light.
The long hair slipped from Xie Bufeng's fingers and fell back onto Wen Qingci's shoulders.
When Xie Bufeng saw it, Wen Qingci lowered his eyes and smiled again.
"Besides, I have to take care of General Anping's affairs." The sunlight was too bright, and Wen Qingci's eyelashes trembled slightly. "If I don't save him, no one else in the world can save him."
As he spoke, his pale face seemed to have a bit of color.
If Wen Qingci's words were spoken by someone else, they would certainly seem arrogant.
But when he said it, it sounded as if it was the normal thing.
*
In the previous twenty years, "medicine" was the only theme in Wen Qingci's life.
After deciding on the surgery date, Wen Qingci read books all day long.
Calculating the dosage of anesthetics over and over again.
He left the Emperor far behind.
He even almost wanted to send Xie Bufeng back to the couch where he used to sleep.
The five days passed extremely quickly.
In a blink of an eye, it was the time agreed with General Anping that day.
Wen Qingci, Song Junran, and several other imperial physicians rode in a carriage out of the palace and entered the general's mansion under the watchful eyes of the imperial physician Yu Guanlin.
The area around General Anping's Mansion was still heavily guarded as before.
The people who knew the news early on gathered in groups of three or five in the nearby streets and alleys, whispering to each other.
Wen Qingci remained in the carriage with his eyes closed, resting.
It was not until he entered General Anping's Mansion that he slowly opened his eyes.
"Master Wen, everything is ready." The imperial physician took Wen Qingci into the newly built "operating room".
Most beds in the Wei Dynasty were placed against the wall, with a wide bed surface and a bed frame.
This is very detrimental to surgery.
During these few days, Wen Qingci was making preparations in the Imperial Medical Bureau while asking someone to make a new bed according to the drawings he had drawn.
The newly made wooden bed is only half a meter wide, barely enough for one person to lie down, and is slightly higher than an ordinary bed.
This makes it easier for doctors to operate from both sides without having to bend over and fail to reach the patient.
Anping General's Mansion specially cleared out an empty room and placed the bed in the center of the room.
In addition, the windows of the room have been enlarged, and the stained glass windows that previously blocked the light have been completely removed.
After entering the room, Wen Qingci used fire to disinfect the silver surgical forceps while asking Huo Yike, who had been guarding here, "How long has the general been fasting?"
"Your Excellency, it has been six hours."
"Okay," Wen Qingci put the things in his hand on the metal tray, turned sideways and instructed Huo Yike, "You will be responsible for paying attention to General Anping's breathing and pulse, and tell the data to the doctor behind him, and he will record it in the medical record."
"yes!"
Everyone saw what happened in Lianhe.
Now no one can deny that Wen Qingci's theory is very effective in dealing with epidemics.
But... opening up the abdomen and removing organs is still a bit too much for most people.
Not all imperial physicians stand on Wen Qingci's side.
This is different from Yu Guanlin, who has always had an ambiguous attitude and is not good at smoothing things over.
The other elderly imperial physicians all openly expressed their incomprehension.
Some young imperial physicians are skeptical about this.
Wen Qingci could have suppressed these voices simply by relying on his status as Imperial Physician and Imperial Academy, but he did not do so.
The doctors that Wen Qing brought with him when he came to Anping General's Mansion today were all imperial doctors who came here voluntarily with him.
Most of them have been to Lianhe.
All preparations before the operation have been completed. General Anping also took the pill and fell into a coma.
After making sure that everything was ready, Wen Qingci took a deep breath, slowly turned around and looked at Song Junran, then nodded to indicate that he was ready.
Wen Qingci's left hand was fine for holding a pen, but holding a knife was extremely difficult.
This operation requires the use of a hook to pull open the liver, so only Song Junran can help.
"Let's get started, brother."
"good."
It was noon, and the dazzling sunlight fell into the room, just brightening the entire room.
Wen Qingci picked up the silver knife with his right hand and slowly made an oblique cut under the ribs on General Anping's right upper abdomen.
The smell of blood instantly filled the room.
Although they had prepared themselves mentally, everyone, including Song Junran, couldn't help but frown at this moment.
Wen Qingci remained calm and spoke from time to time, instructing Song Junran to pull the liver and rectus abdominis muscle apart as he said.
"Bring the gauze here and put it here."
"Yes." The doctor, who was well prepared, immediately put gauze with warm saline solution on the wound as he said.
Although he answered swiftly, his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly due to nervousness.
"It's okay," Wen Qingci said to him in a soothing voice, "There's not much bleeding, and there's no major problem for now."
This was Wen Qingci's first surgery in this era and it was of great significance.
Although he was nervous inside, he didn't show it at all.
Because of Wen Qingci's calmness, everyone else in the room couldn't help but relax a lot.
In addition to medicine, the Divine Doctor Valley is also famous for its hidden weapons and martial arts.
Although Wen Qingci's fingers are weak, they are extremely flexible.
After doing all this, his vision finally became clear. Wen Qingci used tools to gently lift the gallbladder bag and began the most critical removal.
The atmosphere in the room was solemn.
In General Anping's mansion, everyone was already kneeling in the Buddhist temple.
The general's wife has been kowtowing here since the start of the operation.
He kept chanting scriptures, praying for peace and success.
Seeing that there was no sound in the room for a long time, Zhan Mingjiang, who was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, couldn't help but turn around hesitantly and look at the person kneeling beside him.
"Mother, you said there has been no movement for such a long time, over there..."
"Mingjiang, don't talk nonsense." The general's wife knelt in front of the Buddha statue with her hands clasped together and her eyes closed, shook her head gently, paused for a few seconds, opened her eyes and said slowly, "With Lord Wen here, nothing will happen."
Although she said this, her voice still became dry due to nervousness.
“…Yes, it’s mother.” Zhan Mingjiang pursed his lips and kowtowed heavily in front of the Buddha statue again.
At this time, it was not just the people in General Anping's Mansion who were anxious.
The people watching outside were even more anxious.
The whispers spread throughout the open space outside the mansion.
"How long did you say it would take?"
"It seems that it will take less than an hour."
"Will it be here soon?"
"right… "
In the room, two sheets of paper were already filled with records of pulse and heartbeat.
Huo Yike once again placed his hand on General Anping's wrist.
Although he was no longer as nervous as before, the cold sweat on his palms still reminded him that today's level was not easy.
He couldn't help but look up at Wen Qingci in between recording the data.
He was wearing a white shirt with narrow sleeves, and still had the same expression as before.
But after all, an hour had passed, and Wen Qingci's face was much paler than at the beginning, even his lips had lost their color.
Lord Wen is not in good health.
Seeing this, Huo Yike's heart suddenly tightened.
Song Junran, who was standing next to Wen Qingci, had already clenched his teeth.
Everyone was silently paying attention to Wen Qingci.
Unlike them, Wen Qingci at this moment had no time to think or worry about his own condition.
In his world, there were only warm organs and the silver knife in his hand.
Cold sweat broke out on Wen Qingci's forehead, but his dark eyes remained calm.
"Bring the silver plate here." A clear and somewhat tired voice broke the silence in the room.
Finally, the diseased organ was removed!
The doctor standing behind Wen Qingci's heart skipped a beat. He immediately walked forward with the silver tray and took it in his hands.
"Change the needle."
"yes!"
The room, which was dead silent just now, came alive again at this moment.
Up to this point, General Anping's pulse remained steady.
Joy instantly appeared in the eyes of the imperial doctors around.
But Wen Qingci, the surgeon in charge, was not affected by the emotions of the outside world at all from beginning to end.
He carefully sutured the gallbladder bed with a silver needle.
Only after confirming that there is no bleeding from the organs will the final abdominal closure and skin suture begin.
Finally, according to the calculated dosage, the antidote for anesthetic was given to General Anping.
"Ahem... In another two sticks of incense, the general will regain consciousness," Wen Qingci warned the doctor beside him, "Remember to continue taking his pulse during this time. When he wakes up, talk to him and don't let him fall asleep."
"Yes, Lord Wen." The doctor nodded quickly and wrote down what Wen Qingci said.
Cold sweat dripped from Wen Qingci's forehead and fell onto his arms.
At this point, he was cold and exhausted, but he still softly repeated the key points of the last step: "You can clean the wound now."
At the moment when the operation was over and the silver needle was put down, overwhelming fatigue finally swept over Wen Qingci.
“… Success?!”
"General Anping's pulse is still stable!"
No time to rejoice.
The sound beside my ear suddenly became extremely ethereal.
Wen Qingci involuntarily took half a step back, staggering and almost falling to the ground.
"Wen, Master Wen?"
After hearing the anxious voices of the people around him, Wen Qingci completely lost consciousness and fell heavily before he could wave his hands to tell him that he was fine.
Fortunately, fortunately I have persisted until now.
—The moment he fainted, Wen Qingci couldn’t help but feel relieved in his heart.
—
Wen Qingci vaguely felt that there was a slight chill on his forehead.
It seemed as if someone had placed a silk handkerchief soaked in water on his forehead.
His movements were very careful. After putting down the silk handkerchief, he slowly held his own hand again.
The opponent's fingers were long and strong, and there was a thin layer of calluses on the palms, which must have been left by holding the sword.
sword…
Wen Qingci's thoughts gradually became clearer.
The person holding my hand is Xie Bufeng.
After realizing this, Wen Qingci tried to move his right hand and wanted to shake hands again.
Wen Qingci, who was in a coma, had almost no strength left.
No matter how hard I tried, my fingers only bent slightly.
Then, there was a noise in my ears.
"… He's awake. He's fine. He was just overworked and had a bit of heat stroke. He just needs some rest."
"how long?"
"Uh, about three hours."
This is Song Junran's voice.
Without time to think, Wen Qingci fell into a daze and lost consciousness again.
When he woke up again, he smelled a sweet fragrance.
Wen Qingci opened his eyes in a daze and saw that above his head was a light green bed curtain embroidered with orchids, which looked a little strange.
Isn't this the Imperial Medical Bureau
Wen Qingci paused for a moment and finally remembered that the place he was in at this moment seemed to be Wangtan Garden.
This was the house given to him by the deposed emperor.
Wangtanyuan is very conveniently located and not far from the General's Mansion.
The only regret is that the area is not too large.
Wen Qingci, who was lying in the bedroom, vaguely heard the voices of the people outside the courtyard.
They seemed to be celebrating something.
The sweet fragrance in the room came from the small bowl on the table.
"Awake?" Song Junran's voice suddenly came from the door.
"Ahem... Senior Brother."
Wen Qingci realized his voice was a little hoarse only after he opened his mouth.
Song Junran came over and placed his hand on Wen Qingci's forehead. After a few seconds, he said, "The fever has subsided. It seems that the time I calculated was quite accurate."
Then, he immediately brought the water that had been set aside and slowly poured it into Wen Qingci's mouth.
After drinking a glass of warm water, Wen Qingci's dry and sore throat gradually recovered.
Although there was still some pain in my forehead, my thoughts were gradually becoming clearer.
He couldn't help but look behind Song Junran.
Where is Xie Bufeng
Noticing the look in his junior brother's eyes, Song Junran couldn't help but "tsk" and asked him, "Why, are you looking for Xie Bufeng?"
"… right."
"I called him to the kitchen," Song Junran couldn't help laughing when he said this. "I heard that my junior brother has been taking care of him and cooking for him in the past few years. There must be a give and take."
Wen Qingci then realized that the bowl of sweet soup on the table was made by Xie Bufeng.
"Why do you want to do this?" Wen Qingci's voice was still a little hoarse.
He vaguely recognized that what was on the table should be peach gum, white fungus and pineapple sweet soup.
This soup is popular around Songxiu Prefecture and is very complicated to make.
Wen Qingci had only eaten it once and never tried it again because it was too sweet.
This time, Wen Qingci clearly saw the words "great revenge" on Song Junran's face: "Of course I asked someone to tell him that you have liked this since you were a child and you eat it every day in the valley."
Xie Bufeng didn't have any cooking skills, so Song Junran thought he was just trying to fool people.
Unexpectedly, not long after being sent to the kitchen, he sent a servant to ask Wen Qingci what his favorite food was as a child.
It looks like we have to do it seriously.
In order to cause trouble for Xie Bufeng, Song Junran told the servant the answer: "Peach Gum, Tremella and Pineapple Sweet Soup".
Thanks to this, Xie Bufeng did not realize that Song Junran was deliberately making fun of him.
As they were talking, footsteps were heard outside the room.
Thank you for not meeting me.
Outside the palace, Xie Bufeng was still wearing a simple black robe, with his long, slightly curly black hair tied up high behind his head.
At first glance... it's like going back in time.
And Xie Bufeng was holding a small bowl in his hand.
Seeing that Song Junran's smile was still on his face, Wen Qingci was worried that his senior brother would be exposed. Without waiting for the other party to stand still, he forced himself to stand up and changed the subject from the soup. "Ahem... Your Majesty, when are we going back to the palace?" he asked softly.
As expected, Song Junran frowned immediately: "Although your body is lucky enough to have no major problems and you don't need to lie down anymore, you can't stand any more tossing and turning. You should just rest here obediently today. What are you going to do when you go back?"
His expression was very serious, and he had obviously forgotten about the sweet soup.
Xie Bufeng slowly sat down beside the bed, put the bowl aside, and helped the person who was struggling to get up.
Wen Qingci finally saw clearly that the bowl contained mung bean soup for relieving summer heat.
"Have a good rest, we'll talk about returning to the palace tomorrow," Xie Bufeng said without any discussion, "Let's eat first."
The expression on his face was exceptionally calm. If Song Junran hadn't said it, Wen Qingci would have had no idea that the two bowls of soup on the table were made by Xie Bufeng himself.
"Your Majesty is right." Seeing this, Song Junran thought of his masterpiece again. He couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and said, "Junior brother, try it first. You have liked it since you were a child..."
Why did he think of this matter again!
"Brother—" Worried that Song Junran would have wild thoughts and that the fact that he had lied to Xie Bufeng would be exposed, Wen Qingci immediately interrupted him, "Ahem... Can you, can you please go out for a moment?"
Song Junran was stunned: "Why?"
Hearing this, even Xie Bufeng looked over with a little confusion.
Wen Qingci's eyes quickly swept across the room and then slowly fell on the bowl of peach gum sweet soup.
He gritted his teeth, slowly closed his eyes and said, "Because... because I don't have the strength to lift my hands."
"So I need your Majesty to help me... Help me carry the soup."
After saying this, Wen Qingci's face suddenly turned red.
Shame, so shameful.
Although I really don't have the strength to lift it, it won't be a problem to stand up and sit at the table to eat after a while.
But in order to get Song Junran out quickly, Wen Qingci had no choice but to do this.
Song Junran's eyes widened immediately.
"what happened!"
"What kind of magic potion did Xie Bufeng give to my junior brother?"
As Wen Qingci finished his words, a smile suddenly appeared on Xie Bufeng's face.
He gently helped Wen Qingci sit down, then stood up, walked to the table and served the sweet soup.
At the same time, he did not forget to ask Song Junran in a deep voice: "Mr. Song, if you don't leave, do you want to see something else?"
After he finished speaking, he called the servant and brought "Mr. Song who had been busy all day" to his room.
But in a blink of an eye, there were only two people left in the room.
Wen Qingci, who was lying beside the bed, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before he could relax, Xie Bufeng came over with a bowl of warm sweet soup.
Xie Bufeng, dressed in black, tucked Wen Qingci's hair behind her ears.
Then he stirred the peach gum soup with a spoon and said slowly: "Your senior brother said that you have liked this kind of soup since you were a child."
At this moment, the distance between the two was a little too close. Xie Bufeng's deliberately slowed down voice, coupled with the clinking sound of the spoon touching the porcelain bowl, sounded particularly dangerous.
Wen Qingci paused, and was about to nod when he heard Xie Bufeng say, "But as far as I know, you don't like such sweet things. Even in the magnolia porridge, you only put honey."
Xie Bufeng liked Wen Qingci and kept all of his likes and tastes in mind.
He didn't even need to hear Song Junran's inner voice to guess that the other party was deliberately deceiving him.
"Then..." Then why should Your Majesty listen to Song Junran
Before Wen Qingci could finish his words, the voice behind him was interrupted by Xie Bufeng's action.
Something soft came up gently.
His tongue tip felt a pain at first, and then was filled with the sweet taste of pineapple.
The breathing of the two people intertwined in an instant.
Considering Wen Qingci's body, this kiss with the scent of pineapple was more gentle than ever before.
Xie Bufeng gently held Wen Qingci in his arms, kissing every corner of him.
The sweet taste gradually enveloped the two of them...
Wen Qingci's thoughts were instantly in disarray.
It turns out that Xie Bufeng took advantage of the situation and made this bowl of soup for this purpose
The emperor of the Wei Dynasty would never do business at a loss!
*
After Xie Bufeng succeeded to the throne, there was no longer a curfew in Yongdu.
At night, the streets are full of pedestrians, creating a bustling scene like a street market in heaven.
Wen Qingci rested well for a few more hours and finally recovered at the hour of Xu.
He lay in bed for half a day and was not sleepy for the time being, so he simply walked out of Wangtan Garden with Xie Bufeng.
It started to drizzle again.
Xie Bufeng simply used an umbrella to cover the figures of the two.
Wen Qingci's body had not fully recovered yet, so they did not walk far. They stopped at the alley outside Wangtan Garden.
Wen Qingci saw—the colorful palace lanterns lit up the entire street, and the large open space was filled with vendors selling miscellaneous items.
The streets were bustling with people and extremely lively.
Not far away, there were people sitting in a group, listening to a man dressed as a storyteller, who was excitedly telling the story of what happened in the general's mansion this morning:
"… That imperial physician surnamed Wen is truly amazing! It is said that after the gallbladder was removed, the general woke up within an hour! Apart from the dull pain from the incision, he felt no more discomfort."
"I have a good friend who is on duty in the general's mansion. According to him... there were also many strange phenomena in the general's mansion at that time." The storyteller lowered his voice in an exaggerated manner.
After everyone exclaimed, he stroked his beard and said, "Now everyone says that Doctor Wen is a heavenly doctor who came down to earth to save us from disaster!"
Hearing this, Wen Qingci finally couldn't help laughing.
"How can this be so outrageous? I was also in the general's mansion today, why didn't I see any strange phenomena?"
People of this era, no matter what they do, always associate them with the theories of ghosts and gods.
Although Wen Qingci was used to it, he still couldn't help but find it funny when he heard these words.
At the same time, her cheeks blushed when she was praised.
Unexpectedly, Xie Bufeng did not respond to his words, but instead squeezed Wen Qingci's hand little by little.
Xie Bufeng was exceptionally strong, and Wen Qingci couldn't help but frown: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
On the long street of Yongdu, the drizzle is as fine as flower needles.
Everything is hidden behind the clouds...
Xie Bufeng lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Qingci.
The rain and fog made Wen Qingci's facial features look even more gentle and ethereal. He had just woken up from a coma, and there was no color on his lips.
There was only a little cinnabar on the forehead, which was a glaring red.
He looks no different from the immortal in the shrine.
Xie Bufeng shook his head gently: "I was thinking, my dear... are you really a god who came to transcend the calamity?"
After he finished speaking, he held the umbrella in one hand and held Wen Qingci tightly in his arms with the other.
Xie Bufeng murmured, "I am afraid that after you have survived the disaster, you will no longer want me, just as the story says..."
There was a strong sense of uneasiness in his voice.
It was as if he was really afraid that Wen Qingci would drift away from his arms.
While holding the umbrella, Wen Qingci suddenly saw out of the corner of his eye that there was a burst blister on the palm of Xie Bufeng's hand.
He is not very good at cooking, and the blisters must have been caused by the scalding when he was making the soup.
Wen Qingci's heart ached, and he suddenly understood at this moment.
Although Xie Bufeng guessed that Song Junran was lying to him, he was worried that he was wrong and that he really liked the soup, so he was willing to make it because of that one percent chance.
Wen Qingci's nose suddenly felt sore.
"If you don't want to leave, I will naturally not leave." Wen Qingci's voice was heavily nasal.
He slowly raised his right hand, awkwardly hugged Xie Bufeng back, and patted his back again and again as if to comfort him.
The next moment, a tear suddenly fell from the corner of Wen Qingci's eye as he was smiling.
"My dear, you keep your word..."
In the noisy streets of Yongdu.
There was only a paper umbrella separating them from the people around them.
"I will definitely keep my word."
With the cover of the umbrella, Wen Qingci gently wiped her tears on Xie Bufeng's shoulder. Then she suddenly stood on tiptoe, held her breath, and carefully kissed the corner of Xie Bufeng's lips.
Like a little butterfly, it gently landed on his lips.
(End of this chapter)