Half an hour later, the carriage stopped in the courtyard of the Jiang Family; it was already late afternoon.
Jiang Hua rushed out from the house first, "Why are you back so soon? Are you not getting treated?"
He had never been inside a dical clinic and didn’t know the rules there.
Mrs. Chen said irritably, "Of course we are treating him. The clinic doesn’t allow anyone to stay overnight, so it’s perfect for Yun Jiao to treat him here."
Jiang Hua frowned, "Big sister-in-law, you’re being ridiculous. She’s just a young girl, what does she know!"
Mrs. Chen didn’t argue with him, simply said, "Bring down a door panel and carry Sanlang inside with the second one."
Jiang Hua brought down the door panel and called Jiang Rong out, and the two carried Jiang Youzhi into his room and laid him on the bed.
Yun Jiao handed two packets of dicine to Mrs. Chen, "Mother, go brew the dicine. Start with the smaller packet. After two quarter-hours, add the dicine from the larger packet."
Mrs. Chen agreed and went to the kitchen with the dicine.
Jiang Rong and San Yao were both in Jiang Youzhi’s room, with San Yao standing by the bed, her eyes streaming with tears.
Jiang Rong was unusually silent.
Yun Jiao washed her hands clean, ca in, and said, "You two go out first. Let look at your third brother’s leg."
Jiang Rong pulled San Yao out.
Yun Jiao closed the door and even closed the window.
When Jiang Youzhi first decided to let Yun Jiao treat him, he hadn’t thought too much about it. At this mont, he suddenly realized that the injured area was—
Suddenly, he forgot the pain at the injury site, clenching his fists, his whole body stiffening.
Yun Jiao closed the window and ca over, lifting his quilt, and then went to lift his long robe, her movents smooth and swift.
Jiang Youzhi’s undershirt had been cut open and discarded by Doctor Li, and underneath the robe were two bare legs.
His face flushed red, and he fumbled to pull at his robe, like a newlywed bride entering the bedroom, stamring, "You, you—I—"
Oh heavens, being seen completely by a young lady; might as well let him die!
Yun Jiao didn’t look at him, she started untying the bandages on the splint, "There’s no need to feel embarrassed, I’m the doctor, and you’re the patient."
Even though she said that, she was indeed a bit embarrassed, considering Jiang Youzhi was not an anatomy professor from dical school but a living, breathing man.
Not to ntion, this man was quite handso.
But she knew she couldn’t show the slightest bit of shyness, otherwise, the treatnt couldn’t proceed.
Jiang Youzhi’s skin was pale, but now he was red all over, like a boiled shrimp.
He had even forgotten about the pain at the injury site.
Yun Jiao quickly untied the splint and reached for his leg.
Jiang Youzhi’s leg had already swollen, and Yun Jiao’s slightly cool hands rubbed back and forth at his thigh root.
Jiang Youzhi’s entire body was in disarray, partly due to pain and partly due to embarrassnt, and his body started to tremble slightly.
At this mont, Yun Jiao frowned, "It’s crooked."
It was unclear if the bone was initially set crookedly or if it was jolted during the journey, but any case, it needed to be reset.
What comforted her was that the location of the injury wasn’t as high as she had imagined. With the splint applied skillfully and careful aftercare, recovery shouldn’t be difficult.
Yun Jiao determined the location of the injury, prepared to set the bone, but noticed Jiang Youzhi was extrely tense.
Despite the swelling, she could feel a kind of tautness in the muscles under her hand.
Her eyes darted, and she suddenly said, "Is the scholar’s daughter from the academy pretty or not?"
"Huh?" Jiang Youzhi closed his eyes, couldn’t help but wonder, the academy’s scholar? Which scholar? Does Mr. Gao have a daughter? Or Mr. Yu?
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