Fan Xian, who was lying on the bed with a haggard face, immediately expressed his firm opposition. First, he didn't have much confidence in his sewing skills. Second, he couldn't bear the sight of his always clean and weak sister. The inside of the bloody chest and abdomen, not to mention the need to touch it with my own hands after a while...
"Wan'er, you go out too." Fan Xian said in a dry voice, "Take my sister out."
Wan'er didn't speak, just shook her head lightly. Ruoruo insisted, "My hands are the most stable."
Hearing Miss Fan Jia speak with such confidence, everyone including the leaders of the three offices were a little surprised.
Fan Xian glanced at her, seeing the confidence gradually rising in the girl's usual plain eyes, his heart moved slightly. I don't know what he was thinking, but a faint smile appeared on his pale face: "It will be disgusting to stay for a while, and you are my relatives, logically speaking, I shouldn't choose you... But since you insist, then you Stay here."
After talking for a long time, his spirit was a little bit tired. Before he could speak, Wan'er beside him had already... shook her head again, but still didn't speak.
There was silence for a while, the candlelight shone on Fan Xian's cheeks, and there was some light and darkness intertwined. He forced a smile and said, "Then what are you waiting for? It's just a minor operation."
The boxes brought from the third place were indeed made according to Fan Xian's suggestion, but the real creator was Fei Jie, and where did Fei Jie learn this? Except for Fan Xian, no one should know, but at this time, he was going to be the medical director of his own surgery. Following his intermittent words, everyone who stayed in Guangxin Palace started to move busily.
The palace is so luxurious, there are enough candlesticks, and I thought of some ways to concentrate the candlelight on the flat bed, illuminating Fan Xian's chest and abdomen exposed outside the bed sheet.
The little eunuchs were in a hurry to boil the water, boil the equipment, and let everyone in the palace wash their hands, while Ruoruo leaned sideways and listened carefully and carefully to his brother's precautions and operation methods for a while. There is no doubt that the leaders of the three offices are One of the best anesthetists available, those little eunuchs, became nimble nurses.
And those imperial doctors who looked at everyone busy but didn't know what everyone was doing, and stood aside stupidly, seemed to have become third-year medical students who watched the operation in that world.
"Anyway, it's not a gynecological examination." Thinking this way in Fan Xian's mind, he dispelled the idea of driving these imperial doctors out of the house. As for the sterilization - forget it, our palace family does not have such a condition.
The sound of nails hitting metal was crisp, echoing in the quiet palace of Guangxin Palace, Fan Ruoruo nodded nervously, indicating to his brother that he was ready.
Lin Wan'er turned her head to look at her sister-in-law worriedly, and then took a snow-white soft cotton towel to wipe off the sweat on Fan Xian's forehead.
Fan Xian laughed with difficulty: "Madam, you should wipe the sweat off the doctor's forehead."
The leaders of the three divisions prepared to give medicine unreasonably. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian sniffed the smell, tightly closed his lips to signal not to eat, and said, "Nyx is too ruthless, you will pass out."
The leader of the three offices wondered and asked, "What if you don't faint? What if you bounce up in pain after a while?"
Although Fan Xian didn't have the courage of Guan Gong to heal his wounds, he was the only one who was the best at this method. Of course, he couldn't allow himself to hand over his life to his younger sister after a coma. .”
It was only then that the leader of the third office realized that he had forgotten that medicine. He said that this medicine was recommended to Fan Xian in the spring, but Fan Xian used it when he traveled all over the country, while the third office of the Overwatch Council rarely used it himself. He went back to the corner of the room and rummaged for a while, found a small brown bottle, walked back happily, and put the bottle under Fan Xian's nose.
A slightly sweet smell immediately penetrated into Fan Xian's nose, and after a while the medicine began to take effect.
Although the vision was not blurred, the scene in front of Fan Xian began to feel a little weird, as if he could see two images clearly at the same time, one image was his sister looking at him worriedly with a pair of sharp-nosed pliers, the other was The picture is... many... Many, many years ago, in a magical place called a hospital, a pretty little nurse who looked familiar was talking to herself.
His mind was much firmer than that of ordinary people, and he immediately knew that he had begun to have short-term hallucinations, the real picture and the fantasy picture began to intertwine, and there was not much time left for himself.
"Let's start, hurry up." He narrowed his eyes slightly, "If Ruoruo can't support it, brother will take over immediately."
He is very courageous, and seems to be using his own life to maintain Ruoruo's self-confidence, but under the influence of Ge Luofang, his mind always tends to drift away from the operating room of the palace, forgetting that the patient being operated on is himself.
Fan Xian used Ge Luofang to deal with Xiao En, Yan Bingyun, and the second prince, and finally got his retribution today.
Turning his head to look at Wan'er's snow-white cheeks, her slightly swollen eyes that looked extraordinarily poignant, and at his younger sister who was extremely careful and busy on his chest, he suddenly smiled foolishly, thinking that if his wife and younger sister were to be together in the future, Everyone in the house is wearing pink nurse uniforms, although I can only see it twice... But what a wonderful scene it must be
When people are fascinated, their nature gradually emerges.
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The people outside the Guangxin Palace were still waiting anxiously. They all knew that Fan Xian had woken up and started to heal his serious injuries according to his arrangement. Although the people in Qing Kingdom have long been accustomed to the surprises brought by Fan Xian, such as Shi Sanqian, Xi Haitang, Chun Wei, Yi Yi, tender tofu... But everyone thought that he himself was seriously injured, but he had to be treated. I don't know if I can pull myself back from the line of life and death.
His Majesty, who was resting for a while in the imperial study, seemed extremely nervous that this young courtier actually returned to the Guangxin Palace in the imperial chariot. He looked at the quiet crowd in front of the hall, and heard the faint sounds of words colliding with certain metals in the hall. He couldn't help but frowned. He remembered that many years ago, on the difficult battlefield in the north, he seemed to have seen through similar scenarios.
"how's it going?"
Prince Jing bowed to His Majesty, and said worriedly: "The imperial doctors can't help, those guys in the third place...the detoxification should be no problem. But the knife wound...was too deep."
The emperor smiled slightly and said, "There should be no big problem with the treasures she left behind."
Prince Jing was stunned, and remained silent without answering. He stood behind His Majesty, and the trace of anger and sadness in his lowered eyes disappeared in an instant, turning into an ancient well without waves.
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I don't know how long it took before the door of Guangxin Palace was finally pushed open. Concubine Yigui didn't care about her status as master, she pulled the third prince's head to look over there, and asked anxiously: "What's going on?"
She was answered with an extremely rude vomit—wow!
The one who came out was a young eunuch, who was in charge of handing out equipment in the palace before, but now he was the first to leave the palace, and of course became the focus of everyone's attention. But listening to Concubine Yigui's question, he couldn't answer at all, his complexion was pale, as if he was stimulated by something, he kept vomiting while holding on to the pillar.
Eunuch Yao scolded: "You little bastard, spit..."
Before he could finish cursing, another pale young imperial doctor came out of the palace gate, squatted down with the little eunuch and vomited.
Today's world is originally peaceful, and the little eunuch grew up in the palace since he was a child. He has seen the staff, but he has never seen the gloomy scene in the palace at this time. What are those red, blue, and white things? Could it be that horrible bloody lump in the stomach? Miss Fan's family is really amazing, she can even touch it with her hands!
And that young imperial doctor, who has been practicing medicine for many years, can only see, hear, ask and cut four words. The most disgusting thing is to look at the tongue coating and the flowers and willows under Donggong's crotch. Scissors to cut meat... That's human flesh and human skin!
After a while, the imperial physicians who were medical students all quietly exited the Guangxin Palace tonight, but everyone's faces were a little unsightly. It was quite a shock.
Seeing their faces, the emperor knew that Fan Xian should be fine, but he still asked, "How is it?"
The imperial physician who had been slapped by Prince Jing, who had been secretly watching from the sidelines because of his curiosity, now listened to His Majesty's question, his complexion turned blue and red, and he was extremely shocked and said: "Your Majesty... it's amazing. technology."
When Prince Jing heard the tone, he couldn't help scolding: "Ask you, Fan Xian... I don't want you to sigh here."
The imperial physician stood up straight, still sighing, with his beard trembling slightly: "Your Majesty, my lord, I have been practicing medicine for decades, but I have heard of this miraculous acupuncture method. Unexpectedly, today it is true. I see... Please rest assured, Your Majesty, Mr. Fan's internal organs have been healed, and there is no serious problem, but he has lost too much blood, so he will not be able to wake up for a while."
But he didn't dare to say that after the operation, Mrs. Fan finally failed to survive the force of Ge Luofang's medicine, and began to lie on the "operating table" and talk nonsense about the absurd things involving the noble family. I dare not tell His Majesty about this matter at this time. Fortunately, at the operating table at that time, besides myself, the number one student observing, only the two women who are closest to Mr. Fan are left, so it should be fine. .
The people who stayed outside Guangxin Palace at this time were all people who sincerely hoped that Fan Xian would come back to life. They all breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the imperial physician's loud and clear assurance.
With a relieved smile on his face, the eldest prince saluted His Majesty, and then he no longer waited outside Guangxin Palace, and went straight out of the palace to return home. He didn't want everyone to think that he was showing favor to Fan Xian, and he didn't want people to think that he was trying to figure out the holy will, but he just didn't want Fan Xian to die, and at this moment, listening to the other party's safety, he walked gracefully.
The emperor waved his hand and signaled Concubine Yigui to lead the sleepy third prince back to the palace first, then he stepped up to go to Guangxin Palace, and Prince Jing naturally followed behind him.
Unexpectedly, the Imperial Physician stopped in front of the two nobles, and said with a wry smile: "Just now Master Fan said before he passed out, it's best not to let anyone in, so as not to..."
He frowned and thought for a long time, and finally remembered the new word: "... infection?"
Fan Xian's explanation was actually just to seek peace. The emperor and Prince Jing were stunned for a moment, and agreed to the discussion. Unexpectedly, he looked at the imperial doctor with enthusiasm and said: "Your Majesty, I think that Mr. Fan is very skilled in medicine, so he should work in the imperial hospital... Firstly, he can treat diseases for the nobles in the palace, and secondly, he can also teach students to benefit Qing Dynasty. The people of the country, as the so-called Zeyan Qianshi..."
This is really a kind request, and there is no selfishness, but at this time the situation is tense, His Majesty finally couldn't help getting angry before Prince Jing, and angrily cursed: "You are not awake yet, why are you robbing! How talented you are, how could you be trapped in these affairs!"
But Prince Jing didn't get angry anymore, he laughed and muttered, "It's better to be a doctor than a patient."
The officials of the three divisions finally retreated at this time, and saluted His Majesty respectfully. After receiving a few words of advice from His Majesty, they left the palace with some energy. At this time, in Guangxin Palace, apart from the eunuchs and maids serving them, only Fan Xian, Wan'er, and Ruoruo were left.
Lin Wan'er gave Fan Xian a distressed look, and then a distressed look at the pale sister-in-law, and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, as Fan Xian had said before. Fan Ruoruo's hand, which had been steady until now, finally began to tremble, knowing that he had finally accomplished a remarkable thing under his brother's command. Her brother's life should have been saved, but her mind relaxed for no reason, her legs gave way, and she almost fell to the ground.
Lin Wan'er supported her, smiled self-deprecatingly, and still did not speak. The meaning in this smile was obvious, and the girl with chicken legs felt that... the people around her could help Fan Xian more or less, but only herself seemed to be the only one who could always help Fan Xian. Can be a bystander, can not play any role.
"Sister-in-law." Fan Ruoruo finally noticed Lin Wan'er's unusual silence, and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"
Lin Wan'er was stared at by her sister-in-law for a long time, she had no choice but to smile and said, "It's okay."
The word "it's okay" was a bit vague, Fan Ruoruo took a closer look, only to find that there were bloodstains on her sister-in-law's lips, she couldn't help being taken aback, and prepared to call the imperial doctor in to have a look.
Lin Wan'er quickly covered her mouth, fearing to wake up Fan Xian, who was intoxicated in the glamorous atmosphere, and explained with some slurred speech: "No...it's nothing, Gang Kai bit his tongue."
Fan Ruoruo froze for a moment, and immediately understood what was going on, and couldn't help feeling warm in her heart, adding a little more respect and love to this young sister-in-law—when she gave Fan Xian the medicine earlier, Wan'er was so anxious that she just chewed up the pills , but he bit his own tongue out of desperation, but he has endured it until now with his heart in mind.
The white veil in Guangxin Palace has been removed long ago. At this moment, the moon pierces through the evening clouds and sprinkles pieces of clear light on the world, which is somewhat similar to the white veil in this palace back then. The people outside the palace gradually dispersed, leaving only enough guards and eunuchs who sent messages. The palace ladies and eunuchs rested their heads on chairs and took a nap, always preparing for any changes in Mr. The maid on duty quietly removed the excess palace candles.
The aunt and sister-in-law sat quietly on the chairs, looking at Fan Xian who was sleeping peacefully in the dim candlelight, with a relieved smile on their faces at the same time.
Outside the palace walls of the imperial city, Wu Zhu, dressed in coarse clothes, looked indifferently at a certain direction in the palace, and after confirming someone's safety, he quietly escaped into the dark forest.
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A few days later, it was still in the imperial palace, in a place that used to be quiet but is now heavily fortified deep in the plum garden. The most famous patient in Kyoto today was lying on a soft couch expressing emotion.
"When can I go home?"
Covered with a thin quilt, Fan Xian lay on a soft couch, looking at the little girl Chumei who was born early in the plum garden to honor him, with a slightly annoyed expression on his face.
The materials in the palace are naturally extremely rich. All kinds of precious medicinal materials have been carefully cured by the imperial hospital, and they are poured into his stomach continuously. It is difficult not to reply quickly. Naturally, it is much better than Fan's mansion. Even the scenery of this plum garden is much better than that of Fan's back garden. In addition, his wife and younger sister have obtained a special order, so they can be by his side every day—this little Qiuyang is basking in the sun, and little Mian Covered and accompanied by the little beauty, it seems that life is no different from my life at home-except there is no swing.
But he still wanted to go back to Fan Mansion, because he always felt that it was his real home in Kyoto.
After undergoing the first surgery in the Palace of the Qing Dynasty, relying on the physical foundation laid by nearly 20 years of hard work, his recovery was extremely fast, and his chest and abdomen were still not healed, but he could finally lie down and look at the scenery up. It's just that the zhenqi in his body was scattered and didn't improve at all, and he felt a little chilly and fearful in his heart.
Ruoruo blew on the clear porridge in the bowl and fed him a mouthful with a spoon. On the other side, Lin Wan'er reached into his toga, and carefully adjusted the position of the grain bag in the double-layered cloth belt. This was Fan Xian's request. The wound was tied with a cloth belt, and a heavy bag was used to press it down. Very good for wound healing.
Fan Xian swallowed the porridge with some difficulty, and complained: "Drinking porridge every day, birds are coming out of my mouth... I want to go home... Not to mention eating the dishes from Baoyuelou, but drinking the fruit pulp made by Aunt Liu. It's much stronger than this."
Lin Wan'er said angrily: "I just woke up for two days, and I talked a lot more. Since His Majesty has kindly allowed you to recuperate your wounds in the palace, why are you afraid of gossip... But... what does it mean that the bird faded out of your mouth?"
Fan Ruoruo was also puzzled: "What kind of bird?"
Fan Xian's face remained unchanged, and he changed the subject: "I'm not afraid of gossip... I just feel homesick."
Now that he is in the palace, he cannot contact the Qi Nian team, and His Majesty ordered him not to worry. Wan'er and Ruo Shuojian have never been out of the palace, and it is even more impossible for other eunuchs and maids to say that the assassination case of Xuankong Temple has passed For a few days, he didn't know any relevant information, let alone question the old cripple about the shadow face to face. He was really upset and uneasy.