Doctor Lee looked at Jing Lingyu’s bloodied wounds and the lump placed beside them, truly not knowing how to respond to the other party’s words.
After all, this was the dignified Prince Ling.
Who can tell him what is going on?
How did Prince Ling’s thing... just fall off?
Dare he say there’s no hope? Certainly not. Say there’s hope, he wouldn’t dare either.
Saying it can be saved is not right, saying it can’t be saved is not right, isn’t this putting him in a difficult situation?
He sowhat regretted not visiting other places today, having been summoned to Prince Ling Mansion. Now, he really was the doctor of Prince Ling Mansion, unable to sever ties anymore.
Unless he dies, or the Prince dies.
"Prince, we can only try to reattach it." Doctor Lee whispered, "Now, ti can’t be wasted, we must reattach it while it’s fresh."
To say reattachnt, he’s not fooling Jing Lingyu.
He’s helped many patients reattach severed fingers, which is a skill passed down in his family.
But later, those reattached fingers weren’t flexible, basically unusable, but at least they were still there, which satisfied people.
Having reattached countless severed fingers, his experience is very rich, and later, he improved, putting in hard work in this aspect. Now reattaching fingers not only has improved the survival rate, but once healed, even if they can’t be used, a gentle movent control is still possible.
Jing Lingyu endured intense pain and, hearing Doctor Lee say it could be reattached, hope unconsciously surfaced in his eyes: "Will I be able to use it in the future?"
Doctor Lee’s hand trembled slightly as he quietly replied, "It definitely won’t be as before. The recovery process is long, after all, it’s... reattached post-separation. With my current dical skills, I can only first reattach it for the Prince, then I’ll conscientiously research it further. The Prince may also seek a more skilled doctor in ti."
Mustn’t speak definitively, only this way can he safeguard his life.
He clearly positioned himself as a very useful doctor; in the future, if Prince Ling finds a more skilled doctor, the matter would be practically solved.
If he couldn’t find one, the other party wouldn’t kill him, after all, he was the only doctor in the Capital City who could reattach severed things.
This was ancestral skill; even the Imperial Physicians at the Imperial Palace didn’t have this ability.
Rarely in the Imperial Palace does anything get severed, even if it does, it’s an intentional severance, Imperial Physicians wouldn’t bother learning this ancestral skill.
Previously, those who had their fingers reattached by him were of not much status, mostly were poor families doing hard labor.
Those who lived in luxury every day, how would they easily have anything severed?
This incident with Prince Ling, it’s the first ti he’s seen such a thing.
To be honest, he didn’t have experience reattaching this kind of thing.
He must be earnest and ticulous, recording every detail, possibly contributing to the Lee Family’s dical expertise.
He would record today’s experience, hoping to inspire future generations of the Lee Family.
Jing Lingyu was in such pain that he was about to faint, completely unaware of Doctor Lee’s thoughts.
Now he was in both physical and ntal pain, his mind full of thoughts about how to avenge Qiann Yan in the future.
Doctor Lee didn’t delay, quickly took tools from the dicine chest, and instructed soone to prepare hot water, strong wine, and fire.
Doctor Lee handed Jing Lingyu a small bottle, "Prince, drink this anesthetic concoction so you won’t feel as much pain later."
Jing Lingyu drank it, and Doctor Lee began rolling up his sleeves to work.
Seeing Doctor Lee working diligently, Jing Lingyu felt infinite hope arise. When Doctor Lee said it could be reattached, his gloomy eyes brightened considerably.
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