Young men loved hearing this kind of talk. The magistrate’s son immediately perked up. Thinking about how he had his belly cut open and still lived, what great conversation material that would be in the future. With Hu San and Zhang Tong’s help, he sat up halfway, then Qi Yue stayed with him talking—how old are you, what do you usually like to do?
“Why do you… woman… love talking… to men so much?” The magistrate’s son said weakly, “…Not following womanly virtue.”
Qi Yue laughed heartily.
“You little brat.” She laughed.
“You’re the brat!” The little brat was very dissatisfied. Though his whole body hurt and he had no strength, he still struggled to shout.
The movement was too much, and he couldn’t help but gasp.
“Hey, don’t be afraid of pain, cough more, breathe deeply.” Qi Yue said, demonstrating deep breathing, “This can prevent lung collapse…”
“You’re not the one… in pain… easy for you to say.” The magistrate’s son said weakly, his forehead covered in cold sweat from pain. He wanted to stop breathing altogether, let alone breathe deeply!
The child was weak after surgery, and after being encouraged to talk so much, he soon fell into a drowsy sleep.
“His spirits seem good.” Liu Pucheng said with a smile.
Qi Yue didn’t have the relaxed manner she showed in front of the child, still frowning.
“I hope so.” She muttered.
“Miss Qi, don’t be so tense.” Liu Pucheng shook his head and smiled helplessly.
“I’m just nervous.” Qi Yue sighed, anxiety clearly visible in her eyes as she rubbed her face.
Performing a splenectomy in an environment with nothing available was simply unimaginable.
“Young Master Huang seems to be recovering well, it’ll be fine.” Liu Pucheng said again.
“When he’s fine is when I’m nervous.” Qi Yue muttered.
Liu Pucheng laughed at her words.
“According to your meaning, you’d only not be nervous if something went wrong?” He laughed.
Whether it was Liu Pucheng’s words proving prophetic or Madam Xie’s prayers taking effect, that very night Qi Yue, who had just fallen asleep after taking a brief rest, was awakened by a panicked A’Ru.
“Young Madam, Young Master Huang is not well,” she said tremblingly, still tightly clutching a thermometer in her hand.
Qi Yue leaped up and grabbed the thermometer from A’Ru’s hand.
39°C…
The commotion on Qi Yue’s side quickly spread, and the magistrate couple, who had been restless and worried, immediately came over, but they were still blocked outside the courtyard gate.
“What’s wrong with Ziqiao?” The magistrate’s wife shouted anxiously, “Let me in to see him.”
“The doctor is treating him, he just has some fever, don’t worry.” Hu San stammered an explanation.
Everyone inside was busy, so only he was pushed out to do the explaining. But dear heaven, he himself didn’t understand what was happening.
“Let me in.” The magistrate’s wife panicked upon hearing this and tried to rush inside.
“No, you can’t disturb the doctor right now. Wait a while, the doctor will let you in to visit.” Hu San shouted, reaching out to block the door.
“You lowly thing, get out of my way.” The magistrate’s wife, frantic with worry, raised her hand and struck Hu San.
Hu San took the slap without moving a step.
“If you go in now, it will actually be bad for the young master. If you really care about him, please wait a bit longer.” He didn’t dare push the magistrate’s wife, only using both hands to brace the door and block it.
The magistrate’s wife, disregarding all propriety and the separation between men and women, rushed forward to kick and hit Hu San.
“If the madam dares to step one foot into this courtyard, I dare to immediately send the young master out.” Chang Yuncheng’s voice came from behind.
The fighting and noise immediately stopped.
The magistrate couple turned around to see Chang Yuncheng walking over step by step.
“Does the madam believe me?” he said.
These words were too excessive, and the magistrate’s face looked very ugly.
“Lord, there’s no such reasoning in this world. We came to seek treatment, and it’s one thing not to let us watch, but how can we not even be allowed to know about life and death?” He said in a deep voice, with suppressed anger.
He had long heard that the heir of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion was unruly and acted without restraint. Since he was of a younger generation and they had no dealings, he had assumed it was just the common failing of wealthy young men. Only after these few days of contact did he realize that those words were not only not exaggerated, but were said too mildly.
This boy was simply unreasonable!
“Since you came for treatment, you’ve entrusted your lives to the doctor. Whether he lives or dies, she will always give you an explanation.” Chang Yuncheng said, waving his hand.
The guards scattered around stepped forward.
“Madam, please wait here.” Chang Yuncheng said to the magistrate’s wife.
Seeing the approaching guards, the magistrate’s wife could only step back.
“Sir.” She turned and grabbed the magistrate’s arm, crying loudly, worried and angry and anxious all at once.
The magistrate gripped her hand tightly.
“Fine, we’ll wait.” He gritted out these words through his teeth, his face livid as he stared deadly at the courtyard gate, “Wait for her to give us an explanation!”