Chapter 562 She is the only one asking
After a moment, the anesthetic gradually took effect, and Fu Ciyi slowly let go of Yan Funing's wrist.
Yan Funing sighed, took a silver needle to disinfect it, and applied it to the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding. Then he washed his hands again and cleaned the wounds on his chest.
After removing the blood stains and the medicine given by the doctors, she took out the sutures and threads.
Unexpectedly, someone lying on the bed started to twitch.
There was quite a bit of movement.
Yan Funing hurriedly said: "Third brother, Caiyu, help me hold him down."
Fu Ciyi repeatedly shouted inarticulately: "Madam, Madam."
Everyone outside the curtain heard.
An imperial doctor said to the emperor: "Master Fu will become irritable and restless if he loses too much blood, so he should comfort the patient."
Cai Mu's poem went to the emperor and blessed him: "Your Majesty, please allow me to come in."
She went to comfort him.
The colorful jade in the curtain turned to the side and said loudly: "The lady Mr. Fu mentioned is my young lady."
Cai Muchi's expression changed several times, but it was difficult to get angry, so she had to swallow her anger. Down.
Inside the curtain, Yan Funing glanced at Caiyu.
Caiyu explained with a wink.
She just wanted to make Cai Muchi angry.
The emperor said solemnly: "Yan Funing, please deal with it first, saving people is the most important thing."
Yan Funing secretly thought that the anesthetic she had given was enough, and someone could still convulse violently. .
This was not good for the wound, so she had no choice but to hold his hand and said softly: "I am here."
Only then did Fu Ciyi calm down.
Yan Funing let go of his hand, cleaned her hands again, and began to suture.
From the inside to the outside, the muscles are sutured first, then the skin, layer after layer, with fine and careful sewing.
She remained calm and composed in such a bloody scene.
Yan Bojian and Caiyu were shocked.
The diagnosis and treatment were so quiet that many imperial doctors quietly stood in the corner and looked in through the gap between the corner and the curtain.
The girl inside looked solemn.
The flying needle moves the thread, and the curved needle braving the cold light shuttles back and forth on Fu Ciyi's skin and flesh.
Yan Funing is actually the youngest daughter of Duke Yan Guo. After the Yan family helped in the hospital to do blood test for marriage, most of the doctors in their hospital knew about it.
I had already heard about the flooding in Pengzhou, and she had contributed a lot.
At that time, they thought she had just come up with an effective recipe by chance, but now an unheard-of method of handling it was actually in her hands.
Ding Lao nodded repeatedly.
She is extremely studious and extremely talented. No one in Hou Tai Hospital can match her medical skills.
Before, I was worried that her identity was not worthy of Prince Chi. Now that her life experience was revealed, the problem that bothered me at the beginning no longer existed. I just didn’t know when I would be able to drink from her and Prince Chi. Wedding wine.
I don’t know how long it took, but the wound on Fu Ciyi’s chest was finally sutured.
Yan Funing applied medicine and gauze to him, asked Caiyu to help wipe away the fine sweat on her forehead, and then looked at the injury on his thigh.
The trouser legs were soaked with blood and wrapped around the legs. The trouser legs at the thighs were cut, and gauze was still wrapped inside. The gauze was also wet and turned red.
Serious injuries.
Caiyu and Yan Bojian glanced at each other, then turned their heads one after another and couldn't bear to look again.
Yan Funing calmly cut open Fu Ciyi's single trouser leg, and was even more careful when cutting the gauze.
Although her hands were steady, her heart couldn't help but tremble.
The thigh was injured, and it was close to the root of the thigh, so the fear of hurting the aorta was greatest.
Fortunately, the wound was only an inch away from the aorta.
She exhaled and stitched again.
The hours passed by in an instant, and the side hall was extremely quiet. It was so quiet that when the emperor went out, he could hear the voices of the princes scolding him.
Until late at night, Fu Ciyi's two serious injuries were finally treated.
Yan Funing cleaned her hands, packed her tools, and went out.
When he saw Yan Xinghe, he didn’t say hello and just looked at his arm. I don't know if it was the imperial doctor's perfunctory behavior or some other reason, but Yan Xinghe's sleeves were only slightly torn apart and bandaged with medicine.
Blood is still oozing out.
Yan Funing opened the medicine box, took out the scissors, and cut off Yan Xinghe's sleeve, exposing an entire arm.
The gauze and the original medicine on the arm were all cleaned up.
During the cleaning, Yan Xinghe was in constant pain and did not speak.
Yan Funing glanced at him, gave him a small pill of anesthetic, and told him to swallow it.
Yan Xinghe did as he was told.
Yan Funing took a needle and thread to sew.
His wound was more than two inches long, and although the skin and flesh were opened, it was nowhere near as deep as Fu Ciyi's.
Because the anesthetic did not work at first, the skin and flesh were pulled through by needles and threads. Yan Xinghe’s handsome eyebrows tightened, but he remained silent.
Yan Funing raised her eyes to look at him, but her hands did not stop.
Although the wound was not deep, it still damaged the muscles, so it had to be sutured several times.
It wasn't until the emperor returned from scolding the princes that he saw Yan Funing treating Yan Xinghe, and a group of old, middle-aged and young imperial doctors watched closely from a distance.
After a while, Yan Fu condensed the needle, washed her hands and tools as usual.
The emperor then asked: "How is Fu Aiqing?"
Yan Funing replied: "Back to the emperor, the anesthetic on Mr. Fu's body will probably not wear off until midnight."
Yan Xinghe squeezed his fist and realized that the wound was not as painful as before and the blood was no longer oozing out, so he walked to Yan Funing and said, "Thank you!"
Yan Funing put the utensils into the medicine box by category and said quietly: "Remember to pay the consultation fee."
Yan Xinghe was startled: "Huh?"
Yan Funing raised her eyes: "Doctor Of course, you should receive a consultation fee."
Fu Ciyi, who was still unconscious behind the curtain, also said, "Master Fu should also pay a consultation fee."
Fu Ciyi. Before she wakes up, her words are naturally meant for those who care about her.
Cai Muchi lowered her eyes and cursed secretly, acting like a market person, she is really a philistine.
But he didn’t answer the call.
The emperor motioned to one of the imperial doctors to see Fu Ciyi.
The imperial doctor understood the situation and hurried to the bedside. Seeing that Fu Ciyi's condition had indeed improved, he came out and nodded quietly to the emperor.
The emperor laughed loudly: "The medical fees should be paid. Fu Aiqing and Yan Aiqing both protect my safety, so these two medical fees should be paid by me."
After that, he ordered the young eunuch to go get it.
After a while, the little eunuch came over with a tray with thirty large golden ingots neatly placed on it.
Yan Funing took out a cloth bag from her sleeve pocket, unfolded it, and put the gold ingots in one by one.
Everyone present, including Caiyu and the Yan brothers, were shocked.
The bag in her hand is one foot long, and even longer.
Do you think she came prepared?
Yan Funing ignored their looks and pretended to be the gold ingot carefully.
One gold ingot is ten taels, and thirty gold ingots are three hundred taels of gold.
It's not in vain that she risked her life tonight to save someone.
If someone is injured and cannot be saved, the emperor will definitely hold her accountable.
As expected, the emperor said: "If you have any questions about Mr. Fu in the future, you are the only one I can ask."
Yan Fu condensed the gold and moved faster: "I guarantee that Mr. Fu will be alive and kicking."
"Okay."
The emperor smiled, and while smiling, he motioned to the imperial guards waiting outside the palace to let him go.
Yan Funing turned her head, her eyes swept over Yan Xinghe for a moment, and then fell on Yan Bojian: "Third brother, let's go."
The three brothers and sisters of the Yan family were finally allowed to leave the palace.
Unexpectedly, when they left the palace, a chamberlain caught up with them: "Miss Yan Er, please stay."
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