Han Jing saw Su Yaogeng and Aunt Xi coming over and suddenly felt that this was a great opportunity. Maybe they didn’t even need to think of a way to prove themselves; as long as An’an completed this surgery, it would surely convince them!
"Mother, Aunt Xi, why don’t you join us as well? Let’s go to Yao Xiang Pavilion!" Han Jing greeted Su Yaogeng and Aunt Xi and then boarded the sa carriage as An Chuxue, thinking she might be of so help.
Manager Qi had already stopped the bleeding and woke up midway, incredulously looking at the beautiful girls, along with Steward Li by his side, trembling with his lips, trying to say sothing but unable to make a sound.
Steward Li excitedly said, "Brother Qi, don’t worry just yet. These two are Miss and Miss An from our household. They said they would heal your injury, and now they are taking you to find a better doctor!"
Steward Li didn’t expect that these two delicate girls would be the ones treating the injury, thinking instead that they were rely taking Manager Qi to see a doctor.
However, Manager Qi was indeed fortunate to encounter such a situation, actually being taken care of by Miss herself; it was indeed good luck.
Yet, considering his plight, it was still quite lantable.
Manager Qi, over forty years old this year, never in his wildest dreams thought he would encounter such a thing; it was his misfortune. But as a servant, to actually be taken by the household’s Miss to treat his injury, he couldn’t help but feel extrely grateful, trembling as he spoke, "Th-thank you, Miss and, and..."
Han Jing nodded, indicating that she understood.
In her heart, there was no room for rcy. She had always known only the harshness of this world and rarely seen its kindness; to her, all strangers were rely strangers.
If An Chuxue hadn’t wanted to save soone, she would not have intervened in these matters.
Call her cold-blooded or rciless if you will; after being an assassin for so many years, unless it concerned those good to her or related to her, she truly couldn’t muster much kindness or pity.
But An Chuxue was different. As a doctor, saving lives was her duty. She would do her utmost for anything she could help with. Of course, if she couldn’t, she wouldn’t force it, for she was just a doctor, not an immortal.
An Chuxue comforted, "Rest assured, I will definitely reattach your hand, just that you won’t be able to exert force in the future, so don’t dwell on it."
The current dical conditions were indeed poor, and her scant tools could just barely complete such a surgery, albeit roughly. So even just managing to reattach it would be good enough, as long as it didn’t involve heavy lifting, it shouldn’t greatly affect life.
Manager Qi and Steward Li, who stayed behind to help, stared wide-eyed in disbelief at An Chuxue, thinking they had misheard.
"Miss, Miss An said, reattach?" Steward Li stuttered, "H-how is that possible?"
An Chuxue knew that explaining now wouldn’t convince them, so she simply nodded and said, "You’ll know then; take a rest first. There might not be any Powder for Anesthesia, so you might have to endure a bit."
To save ti, the carriage traveled quickly, arriving at Baihua Garden’s Yao Xiang Pavilion in no ti. Mu Jin, using Qinggong, had already arrived at Yao Xiang Pavilion ahead of them.
Yun Feng had just woken up and hadn’t even had breakfast yet when he saw Mu Jin rushing in. He thought sothing had happened and hurried to send soone quietly to notify Su Yu.
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