20demayo Chapter 147: King Li was saved
Chapter 147: King Li was saved
When Zhang Yuanpan and the imperial physician from the Imperial Medical Bureau saw Jiang Yimo coming, they felt like they had seen a savior and instantly placed their hopes on her.
"Your Highness the Evil King, Miss Jiang, you are finally here. Your Highness the Li King's bleeding has stopped, but I dare not pull out the sword stuck in His Highness the Li King's chest."
Judge Zhang reported the situation truthfully.
Feng Wuhen glanced at him and said sarcastically, "President Zhang, your medical skills have not improved over the years, but have regressed."
Zhang Yuanpan didn’t understand Feng Wuhen’s words at first. After thinking for a few seconds, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Jiang Yimo walked to the bedside of Prince Li, first took his pulse, and then roughly checked Prince Li's injuries.
After a moment, she looked at Feng Wuhen and said seriously, "My Lord, let's follow the old rules. You guard the door and I'll save people. Hurry up."
"Okay, I will order everyone in the room to leave now." The evil king nodded, his eyes swept over everyone in the room, and ordered: "Except Miss Jiang, everyone in the room, follow me out."
After saying that, Feng Wuhen took the lead to go out, and Zhang Yuanpan and others followed him out. Feng Wuhen also personally helped Jiang Yimo close the door.
Jiang Yimo saw that everyone had left, so she immediately moved King Li into the space for surgery, used her mind to quickly prepare surgical supplies, took an X-ray to check the depth of his wound, did a blood test, and disinfected...
This time, Jiang Yimo did not give the patient anesthesia. Instead, she used silver needles to seal the numbness and hemostatic points on his body, and then she started to perform surgery on the patient.
First, she hung up the blood transfusion bag, then Jiang Yimo successfully removed the long sword from King Li's chest, disinfected it, and sewed it...
Fortunately, the sword in the patient's chest was far away from the heart, the wound was not very deep, and did not injure the patient's other internal organs.
Jiang Yimo took less than an hour to suture his wound.
Jiang Yimo believed that the palace doctors should be able to treat injuries like this one, but why didn't they dare to treat Prince Li and waited until she and Prince Xie arrived?
There is definitely something wrong here.
After Jiang Yimo finished the operation and made arrangements for King Li, she left the space.
When she opened the door, Feng Wuhen walked up to her and asked with concern: "Momo, how is Prince Li?"
Jiang Yimo replied: "The operation was successful, but he lost too much blood and didn't wake up that quickly."
Feng Wuhen's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, instantly returned to its place, "It's good to be alive."
At this time, a young eunuch beside Feng Wuhen also spoke up: "Miss Jiang, when will His Royal Highness Prince Li wake up?"
Hearing the voice, Jiang Yimo saw the young eunuch and felt that he looked very familiar. Wasn't he the head eunuch who served the emperor?
"Eunuch Li?" Jiang Yimo asked.
"Yes, I am here on the orders of His Majesty to see how His Royal Highness Prince Li is doing." Eunuch Li said.
"Eunuch Li, His Royal Highness Prince Li has survived, but he has not woken up yet." Jiang Yimo repeated Prince Li's situation to Eunuch Li.
"Oh, now that Prince Li has saved his life, I should go back and report the situation to His Majesty."
"Your Highness the Evil King, Miss Jiang, please take care of Prince Li. I will take my leave now."
After Eunuch Li finished speaking, he turned around and left Prince Li's mansion.
Jiang Yimo looked at Eunuch Li's gradually disappearing back, and then looked at the few people standing outside Prince Li's room. She felt a little sad for Prince Li.
Something has happened to Prince Li, and the only one who really cares about him now is Prince Xie.
Zhang Yuanpan and another imperial physician who came to treat Prince Li were afraid of being held responsible, so they did not dare to take action.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yimo set her eyes on Zhang Yuanpan.
"President Zhang, how many years have you been practicing medicine?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yuanpan was slightly stunned. He didn't know the intention of Jiang Yimo's question, so he had to answer truthfully, "I started studying medicine at the age of five, and it has been more than 30 years now."
"Does Judge Zhang know acupuncture?"
"Acupuncture is a required course for medical students. Even if medical students have not learned how to insert needles, they should have been exposed to acupuncture and know some commonly used acupuncture points."
"That judge Zhang was able to stop the bleeding for King Li, so why didn't he dare to remove the sword stuck in his chest?"
"This, this, this - Miss Jiang, my anesthesia skills are not good enough, and I am afraid that King Li will not be able to bear the pain, so I dare not take down the sword easily."
After hearing this, Jiang Yimo was silent for a while, and then continued: "Although what Zhang Yuanpan said makes sense, this reason is very far-fetched. No matter how unfavored Prince Li is, he is still a prince. If something happens to him, even if you don't help to treat Prince Li, the emperor will not forgive you so easily."
Feng Wuhen also had a gloomy face and said coldly: "Ha! If Prince Li's injury is caused by Zhang Yuanpan's delay in treatment and he dies, even if the emperor is willing to let you go, this prince will not let you go!"
"Your Highness the Evil King, Miss Jiang, this..." Zhang Yuanpan was speechless after hearing what Jiang Yimo said.
"Okay, I've said everything that needs to be said, Judge Zhang. Go back and reflect on this carefully."
After Jiang Yimo finished speaking, she turned around and walked into Prince Li's room again. Feng Wuhen followed her in, leaving only Anying and two guards from Prince Xie's mansion guarding outside the door.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yuanpan led the imperial physician who accompanied him away in disgrace.
……
In Prince You’s residence, inside Prince You’s study.
King You stood on a chair in the study, with an angry look on his face. He stared at his legitimate son Feng Jinghang, who was kneeling in front of him, with eyes like cold knives.
"Evil creature, how many times have I warned you not to have a direct conflict with Feng Mingyao's (Emperor's) sons? Why didn't you listen?"
"Father, the Prince Li was just an unpopular prince. Even if he was killed by your son, the old emperor wouldn't come after us, would he? Are you really that angry with your son because of him?"
After hearing what his evil son said, King You was so furious that he glared at his son who looked 70% similar to him.
"What do you know? Even if he is not favored, he is still a prince. You are still one level lower than him."
"The old emperor didn't take him seriously at all." Feng Jinghang retorted.
"How do you know that the old emperor doesn't have him in his heart? He is his own son. Even if Prince Li's mother is of humble status, Prince Li has half of the old emperor's blood. If he really dies, do you think the old emperor will hate you?"
King You asked back.
Feng Jinghang panicked when he heard this, "What should we do? King Li won't die so easily, right?"
"What exactly did you argue about in the teahouse today?" asked King You.
"I just said a few bad words about the Evil King. When the Li King heard it, he rushed over to argue with me. I couldn't win the argument, so I took advantage of his unpreparedness, drew the sword from my guard's waist, and stabbed him in the chest. The wound seemed to be quite deep, and a lot of blood flowed."
As Feng Jinghang spoke, his voice became lower and lower.