Chapter 267 – Treatment
Murong Qinjian hesitated for a moment, but still called for the medical attendants to leave with him.
After everyone guarding the military tent had withdrawn, Yan Xiaosi looked seriously at Long Yu: “Does the War King truly trust this commoner so much?”
Long Yu said: “You will certainly do your utmost to save me, because if I die, you will follow me to the grave.” This kid is so afraid of death, how could he allow himself to accompany others to the grave?
Yan Xiaosi had originally been moved by Long Yu’s trust, but upon hearing such words, that feeling instantly vanished, replaced by a trace of annoyance.
“You’ve nearly bled dry. Your Highness the War King would be wise to speak less and conserve some strength.”
Long Yu sighed with genuine helplessness.
“You asked me first.”
How could there be someone so unreasonable in this world?
Taking advantage of his helpless expression, Yan Xiaosi suddenly extended a hand to his brow, then pressed the pad of her thumb against his forehead.
Long Yu realized what was happening as his vision blurred.
“What are you doing—”
Before he could finish speaking, darkness fell before his eyes, and his body collapsed toward the bed.
Yan Xiaosi quickly reached out to catch him, preventing him from falling onto the bed and worsening his injuries.
Long Yu lost consciousness, obediently resting in her slender arms.
Yan Xiaosi looked at him with his eyes tightly closed, thick eyelashes resting on his face, as handsome as a sleeping immortal—both obedient and beautiful, truly a pleasure to behold.
If only this person could be so obedient when awake, that would be nice.
She sighed regretfully at his obedient and handsome face, concentrated her mind, and directly transported to the operating room on the second floor of the villa.
The first floor held medicine shelves, while the second floor contained various medical instruments.
First, she exerted tremendous effort to get Long Yu onto the cold operating table, then went downstairs to fetch anesthetic powder, hemostatic powder, and post-operative anti-inflammatory medicine.
With all preparations complete, she put on surgical equipment and began the arrow extraction surgery on Long Yu.
Because she had injected anesthesia before the surgery, Long Yu remained unconscious throughout the entire arrow extraction process.
The entire extraction took only about thirty minutes. Fearing that those waiting outside the military tent would rush in if too much time passed, she quickly brought Long Yu out from the Portable Space before his wound was even bandaged.
The hemostatic powder and anti-inflammatory medicine had already been injected into Long Yu’s body and wouldn’t be discovered.
“Young Master Yan, do you need help?”
The people outside had indeed grown impatient. Yan Xiaosi had just brought Long Yu out of the Portable Space when she heard Long Yi asking through the curtain.
Since the surgery was already complete, and Yan Xiaosi had brought out the arrow and bloodied cotton from the Portable Space and thrown them in front of Long Yu’s bed, there was no problem letting people in now.
“Let Divine Physician Murong and two medical attendants enter.”
Murong Qinjian entered with two medical attendants, just in time to see Yan Xiaosi using special suture needles to stitch Long Yu’s wound.
She unhurriedly placed seven or eight stitches on Long Yu’s wound, applied some wound medicine, then methodically wrapped white gauze around Long Yu’s injury.
Murong Qinjian and the two medical attendants stood behind her, watching the entire process with wide eyes.
Stitching a patient’s wound without even furrowing her brow—this young man was truly remarkable.
Murong Qinjian felt deep admiration, then noticed the bloody arrow on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.
“The arrow has been removed. How did you manage it?”
After bandaging Long Yu, Yan Xiaosi gently covered him with a quilt, and only then turned to look at Murong Qinjian.
“That’s a secret.”
“Very well.”
Some family medical techniques were not shared with outsiders. Murong Qinjian understood this principle well and asked no further questions. Seeing Long Yu’s abdomen rise and fall, his complexion gradually returning to a rosy hue, it was clear he was out of danger, and Murong Qinjian completely relaxed.
The smell of blood in the military tent was quite strong and not conducive to the patient’s recovery. Yan Xiaosi instructed the two medical attendants: “Please clean up here.”
The two medical attendants admired her tremendously and followed her instructions without question.
After they had cleaned the military tent, Yan Xiaosi noticed her blood-covered hands and said to Murong Qinjian: “Physician Murong, please stay and look after the War King. I’ll go wash my hands and rest for a moment.”
It had been a long time since she’d performed surgery, and doing one suddenly had drained her energy.
Murong Qinjian nodded generously.
“Go ahead.”
Yan Xiaosi had just begun to move her feet when she heard a weak voice like a nightmare from the bed.
“Don’t go.”
Yan Xiaosi ignored it and continued to move.
Long Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze carrying a trace of patient’s weakness as he stared at her.
“Yan Xiaosi, stay and take care of me.”
To wake up so quickly after being injected with anesthesia—this War King’s constitution was truly impressive.
Yan Xiaosi had no choice but to turn back toward the bed.
“I’m going to wash my hands. Physician Murong is here to take care of you.”
Long Yu ignored the latter half of her sentence.
“Then wash your hands and come back immediately to take care of me.”
Late at night, Yan Xiaosi was quite tired and extremely unwilling.
“Your Highness the War King, having Physician Murong accompany you is the same.”
Murong Qinjian’s gaze shifted between the two of them, suddenly understanding something, and smiled: “It’s definitely not the same. Young Brother Yan, you’d better stay.”
How could having a beloved stay to care for you be the same as having a brother stay?
Yan Xiaosi glared at Murong Qinjian, who laughed and tactfully withdrew.
“Don’t forget, you also serve as my attendant. Now that I’m injured, as my attendant, you should rightfully stay by my bedside day and night to care for me.”
This damned attendant status.
Yan Xiaosi clenched her fist and said: “Fine, I’ll go wash my hands and come back to stay with you.”
Watching the little one storm out angrily, Long Yu’s mood lifted and he curved his lips slightly.
Although he had been unconscious, he vaguely felt that Yan Xiaosi had saved him.
This youngster had saved him again—how should he repay this?
Yan Xiaosi, thinking of her unfinished fried potatoes, went to the mess hall to wash her hands before returning to the military tent to retrieve them.
The tent was lit with dim lamplight.
Wu Bin and the other two had waited for her for a long time. When they finally saw her enter dejectedly through the curtain, the three quickly surrounded her.
“Xiaosi, how is the War King’s injury?”
The three asked almost in unison, the concern evident on their faces.
Yan Xiaosi’s gaze swept across their faces.
The War King Long Yu was the war god of the Great Chu Dynasty. With Long Yu’s defensive line in place, the people of Great Chu could live in peace and contentment—no wonder these three were so concerned.
“Don’t worry, I’ve extracted the arrow from the War King. He’s out of life-threatening danger now.”
“Xiaosi, you’re amazing!”
“Xiaosi, do you know that you’ve essentially saved the entire Great Chu?”
Unprepared, Yan Xiaosi was lifted by the three and tossed up several times in the military tent.
Feeling dizzy from being tossed about, Yan Xiaosi landed on her feet, took two heavy breaths, then took out her unfinished fried potatoes.
