Lin Shuo was already placed on a couch by Marquis Wu’an at this ti.
Marquis Wu’an didn’t dare to move him, only nervously watching Yun Jiao.
Yun Jiao walked over, looked for a mont, and said, "Bring scissors, let’s cut open the clothes first!"
The maid quickly fetched the scissors. Yun Jiao carefully cut open the bright red wedding robe, deliberately leaving a large area around the knife untouched.
Lin Shuo was not only wearing the wedding robe but also a set of white silk inner garnts, the silk was smooth, which would reduce so resistance when drawing the knife later and allow for a quicker removal, also avoiding a second injury from the knife.
Madam Hou asked tremblingly, "Doctor Gu, is it serious?"
Yun Jiao carefully examined the spot where the knife was inserted, it was stabbed into the right chest, initially judging it should have hit the lung.
But it was unclear how deep the knife had gone.
"It should have hit the lung, but it’s hard to say now, we need to see the follow-up condition. I have sent soone to get ’White dicine’, I’ll extract the knife after it’s brought here."
Madam Hou turned pale upon hearing this.
Lin Shuo lay on the couch, enduring the severe pain from his chest while slowly scanning the people in the room.
He saw his father looking anxious, his whole body trembling slightly.
Lin Shuo’s eyes softened, his father still didn’t want him dead.
He looked towards Madam Hou, who was covering her mouth, wanting to cry but not daring to.
He rembered what Madam Hou said in the wedding hall, and realized she still loves him.
Lin Shuo endured the pain, "Father, Mother, I’m fine, don’t worry."
Madam Hou rushed over, crying, "Don’t speak, save your strength."
Yun Jiao moved to the side and instructed the maid, "Prepare ink and brush, I will write a prescription; take it imdiately to Renxin Hall to get the dicine."
The maid prepared the ink and brush. Yun Jiao wrote a conventional wound treatnt prescription, for stopping bleeding, reducing inflammation, and promoting new flesh.
With the prescription ready, a servant took it to Renxin Hall for the dicine.
At this mont, Feng Shuzhen and the maid ca in. Seeing the Marquis and Madam at the bedside, she didn’t dare to approach, only glancing at Lin Shuo on the couch from afar and then turned away to wipe her tears.
Before long, a maid brought over the White dicine along with bandages and disinfectant.
Yun Jiao first disinfected her hands, then the silver needles.
After disinfection, Yun Jiao placed the silver needles on several acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, then said, "Brother Lin, I’m going to extract the knife now."
As soon as she finished speaking, the knife was swiftly pulled out wrapped in silk.
Then a bottle of White dicine was poured onto the wound, and when one bottle wasn’t enough, a second bottle followed.
Madam Hou saw the blood gush out, dissolving the powder, and her legs went soft, her whole body about to collapse, so the maid hurriedly supported her.
After two bottles of White dicine, the bleeding seed to have stopped, the wound covered with the dicine powder.
Yun Jiao then removed the wax seal from inside the bottle, pulled out a small red pill, put it into Lin Shuo’s mouth, and fed him a sip of warm water.
This small pill was an insurer from the White dicine, having a strong effect of stopping bleeding and pain relief.
Lin Shuo, still conscious, swallowed the pill himself.
Yun Jiao kept observing Lin Shuo’s wound. After a while, confirming there was no more bleeding, she removed the silver needles that sealed the acupoints, then bandaged the wound.
Yun Jiao handed a bottle of White dicine to Madam Hou, "There is an insurer inside, give him one more tomorrow."
She thought for a mont and looked at Jiang Youzhi, "With Brother Lin’s condition, I’m afraid I have to stay here tonight."
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