The magistrate couple emerged from the room, and compared to the anxiety when they entered, both now had barely concealed joy on their faces.
“Thank you, Young Madam.” The magistrate’s wife hurried over a few steps and bowed to Qi Yue.
Qi Yue quickly moved to support her.
“Thank you, Marquis, thank you, Madam.” The magistrate’s wife tearfully bowed again to Marquis Dingxi and Madam Xie.
“What’s there to thank? That’s being too formal.” Marquis Dingxi said.
Madam Xie reached out to hold the magistrate’s wife’s hand, but somehow the words “How is the child?” just wouldn’t come out.
“Ziqiao has awakened and called for his parents.” The magistrate’s wife proactively told her, speaking with tears of joy, “Sister, this has saved both our mother and son’s lives.”
Madam Xie gripped the magistrate’s wife’s hand tightly.
“Heaven is watching everything, don’t worry, isn’t everything fine now?” she said softly.
“Yes.” The magistrate’s wife wiped her tears and turned to Qi Yue again, “Young Madam, Heaven has granted you to us as a benefactor, please accept my bow.”
She was about to kneel down, and the magistrate also came over to express thanks. Qi Yue quickly returned the courtesy and helped them up.
“Young Madam has worked hard, going a whole day and night without rest. We’ll take Ziqiao home now, Young Madam should rest well. We’ll come to thank you again in a few days.” The magistrate’s wife said chokingly, looking at Qi Yue’s weary face and eyes reddened from staying up all night.
“That won’t do.” Qi Yue was startled, “This kind of surgery requires at least half a month of hospitalization, how can he go home so soon?”
“Hospitalization?” The magistrate asked in confusion.
“His condition is very serious. Although he seems fine now, I can’t guarantee there won’t be complications, so I must watch him constantly to provide treatment at any time.” Qi Yue said hurriedly.
At these words, everyone present was stunned.
“Young Madam… are you saying… Ziqiao isn’t well yet?” The magistrate asked in shock.
“Yes.” Qi Yue said, “He’s still in the observation period. Whether he can recover fully cannot be determined yet.”
“But, but he’s already awake and can speak…” The magistrate couple couldn’t understand, stammering in disbelief.
“For now he seems fine, but we still need post-operative observation to see if there are any complications. These next few days are very critical.” Qi Yue said.
Everyone in the room fell silent at these words, and the magistrate’s wife’s tears immediately flowed again.
“Young Madam…” Her legs went weak and she was about to kneel, “Please…”
Qi Yue supported her and nodded.
“I know, I know, I also want to cure him. Don’t worry, I will definitely do my best.” She said solemnly.
“Yes, yes, don’t worry, with Yueniang here, Ziqiao will be fine.” Marquis Dingxi also said.
“Buddha protect us.” The magistrate’s wife tearfully chanted.
Madam Xie, who had been silent all along, also slowly pressed her palms together and lowered her eyes. Her expression was as anxious and tense as everyone else’s, but in her slightly opened eyes flashed a hint of excitement and anticipation.
Buddha protect us…
After seeing off the magistrate couple and others, Qi Yue re-disinfected and entered the room.
“How is it?” she asked.
Hu San and Zhang Tong were following her instructions to persuade the injured to change positions.
“You… these… bastards… I’m… in… so much… pain… how can I move!” The magistrate’s son cursed weakly, continuously groaning.
The anesthetic had worn off, and with such a large incision, it was naturally painful—extremely painful.
In modern times, a pain pump would be used, but now…
“Doctor Liu, use some of your pain medication on him.” Qi Yue pulled Liu Pucheng aside and said quietly.
“No, that medicine is addictive if used too much. Pain is one of human nature’s sensitivities. Besides, this is healing pain, not life-threatening pain. How can we use medicine every time there’s pain?” Liu Pucheng shook his head.
With advancing technology, there were more and more pain medications, and people’s tolerance was indeed getting weaker.
Qi Yue sighed and looked sympathetically at the magistrate’s young son groaning continuously on the bed.
Child, you were born a thousand years too early, so you can only suffer a bit.
“Then we can only rely on willpower to resist the pain.” Qi Yue said, looking at A’Ru, Hu San and others, “You need to talk to him more, distract his attention…”
Hu San and the others quickly responded yes.
“If he doesn’t move, his intestines will stick together, and then we’d have to open his belly again.” Qi Yue crouched by the bed again and said.
After the injured person woke up, when the magistrate couple came to visit, Liu Pucheng had explained the treatment process in detail. The child already knew his belly had been cut open to treat his injury, though he completely couldn’t understand how a belly could be cut open and sewn back up while still staying alive.
“So you… cut open… my belly?” He looked at Qi Yue and asked weakly.
Qi Yue smiled at him.
“Yes, what’s your name?” she asked, while checking the drainage tubes on his body. Good, all normal.
Qi Yue couldn’t help but recite a Buddhist prayer in her heart, then smiled bitterly after finishing. She never expected that Qi Yue, known as the “Little Quick Knife of Chest Surgery,” would have a day of relying on gods and Buddha.
“Are you… Yuncheng’s… wife?” The magistrate’s son asked weakly, “You look… pretty good.”
How was this kid talking? Hu San and the others were somewhat embarrassed.
“Thank you, thank you.” Qi Yue laughed, “Come, let’s turn over. I know you’re in pain, but you’re a real man—you dared to have your belly cut open, are you afraid of this little pain?”