ose returning from abroad with envoys of foreign nations. There are even those who dared to behead a powerful uncle without hesitation!Li's family usually associated with, and frequented by, were all..."Doctor Zhang, the Lord just woke up...and wants you to find some thread and needle to sew up his wound."

“What” Zhang Shenyi jumped up in anger, “Are you crazy That’s flesh and skin, not cloth, how can you sew it with needles and thread”

Since Dong Mei had already opened her mouth, she might as well go all out.

“Doctor Zhang, think about it. Clothes can be sewn back up with needle and thread if they get cut open, so why wouldn’t skin work the same way Besides, wounds heal by blood and flesh coming together! Stitching the flesh together would definitely make it heal faster and with less bleeding.”

Dr. Zhang was speechless, and though he wanted to get angry, he felt there was some truth to what she said.

He paced back and forth in the room, his hands clasped behind his back, his steps quickening, his whole demeanor growing more and more excited.

"Flesh Clothes Put together"

Winter Plum couldn't bear it any longer and urged, "Doctor Zhang, please get started as soon as possible. Young Master's wound is too severe. We can't just leave it exposed like this. It's easy to get infected, and then he could develop a fever which would be dangerous."

Zhang Shenyi glared at her, annoyed. "Do you think I don't know I'm not worried he'll suffer, are you That's flesh and blood, not clothes, how could it not hurt"

He was cursing like that, but he rummaged through the medicine cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of liquid.

Dong Mei hurriedly went to find needles and thread, then soaked them in strong liquor, which made Zhang Shenyi look at her again, his eyes full of suspicion.

"Quickly, Winter Plum said, 'Alcohol can kill toxins. Soaking the needles and thread in it will prevent the wound from getting infected.'"

Zhang Shenyi let out a cold snort and remained silent. He reached into his bosom and took out the bottle of saline, struggling to open it before carefully washing away the medicinal powder from Ye Gongzi's wound.

Intense pain caused even the unconscious Ye Gongzi to clench his fists.

Jia Yin quickly scrambled to his side and hugged his arm, "Uncle Ye doesn't hurt, it won't hurt for long!"

Whether it was hearing good news or simply getting used to the pain, Young Master Ye quickly fell silent again.

A glint flashed in Dr. Zhang's eyes, but his hands didn't stop. He swiftly cleaned the wound and applied a liquid from a small bottle to the skin around it.

"This is a kind of potion I occasionally pondered over before. It has no other use, just apply it wherever you want, and that place will be numb for an hour without feeling. This time it actually came in handy."

As he spoke, he picked up the needle and thread. Taking a deep breath, his hands trembled slightly as he began to sew.

As expected, Young Master Ye didn't even frown, showing that he didn't feel any pain.

Stitch by stitch, from the initial clumsiness to the proficiency, Zhang Shenyi's eyes grew brighter as he sewed.

A blade a foot long, truly like a torn garment, was closed up in such a way. Only a faint trace of blood seeped out, which could be said to be the height of success.

Master Zhang turned his head to look for medicine, while Jia Yin quickly took a clean cloth and dipped it in liquor, handing it to Dong Mei.

Winter Plum was startled, and quickly wiped the wound around Young Master Ye.

Zhang Shini returned, saw him without a word, just sprinkled the medicine on his wound, and then used a palm-width piece of clean cotton cloth to wrap Ye Gongzi's upper body like a zongzi.

After finishing everything, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Zhang Shenyi sat heavily on the kang and asked outside, "Is the medicine ready"

Old Mrs. Li had already gone outside to help her daughter-in-law with the work. Now she came in quickly with a bowl of medicinal soup.

"Just brewed, perfect for drinking."

Zhang Shenyi called in Li Lao Si from the hospital to help carry Young Master Ye. He helped him sit up and drink the medicinal soup. After he finished, he put him back down again.

After all that commotion, the white bandage wrapped around the wound wasn't even stained with blood. It clearly showed that the wound hadn't split open. The stitches were working too well.

Master Zhang was so excited that he could barely contain himself, he grabbed his wine bowl and needlework kit and left, tossing out only one sentence.

"When he had a fever, he would call for me."

Before his words even hit the ground, he vanished without a trace, who knows where he went, searching for some loophole to test the needle.

Dong Mei let out a long sigh of relief and leaned against the kang.

She had nearly been frightened to death just now. This was the young master, her lord!

That stitch, if it isn't done properly, the master could die, and she would die too!

Thankfully, thankfully... it worked.

She couldn't help but look up at Jia Yin. The little girl, who was usually full of mischief, sat quietly beside the young master. There was even a hint of determination on her small face.

Tenacity Such a word, used on a two-year-old child.

Winter Plum really suspected she was going crazy, but her mind was uncharacteristically clear.

Li Lao Tai didn't know Dong Mei's inner turmoil. She thought Dong Mei was frightened by the mistress's injury and stepped forward to help her, whispering, "I'll watch here, you go to the side room and rest for a while"

Winter Plum shook her head desperately, "No, no, Grandmother. I'll stay right here. You go home and tend to your business. I'll switch with someone when I get tired."

The old woman missed her grandchildren and didn't argue with them. She even wanted to take her granddaughter away. Seeing Jia Yin holding Ye Gongzi's arm, she sighed again.

"Fu Niu, be good and stay here. Don't bother anyone, okay"

"Understood, Grandma. I'll stay with Uncle Ye." Jia Yin obediently replied. After coaxing Old Li away, she immediately whispered to Dong Mei, "In two incense sticks' time, give Uncle Ye another slice of medicine. Afterward, give him one dose in the morning and one at night. Don't stop, at least for five days."

After saying that, she took out two small capsules from her purse and handed them to Dongmei. "If Uncle Ye has a high fever, open one capsule, dissolve a little bit in water, and feed it to Uncle Ye. The least interval is three hours apart. It will both reduce the fever and relieve pain."

Dongmei nodded vigorously, carefully tucking the capsule away.

At this point, perhaps the anesthetic wore off, Young Master Ye let out a muffled groan and actually woke up, but his eyes were hazy and confused.

Jia Yin and Dong Mei seized the opportunity and quickly fed him pills...

The village head and Li Lao'er, Li Lao-si and others quietly went into the room to have a look at Young Master Ye, then quickly retreated.

The young master who was usually so spirited and valiant, the mighty general, is now gasping for breath on the kang. Anyone who sees him would feel pity.

Tao Hongying hurried to the valley to make lunch and then brought back a pot of light vegetable and lean meat porridge. She warmed it on the small stovetop, waiting for Young Master Ye to wake up so he could eat a few bites.

The wait lasted until dusk. For a whole day, Master Ye had been burning with fever.

Luckily, Jia Yin's secret capsules helped bring down the fever, so it wasn't too dangerous.

Li Lao Er and others were worried, and they searched everywhere for Zhang Shenyi. As a result, this old man actually caught a rabbit, shaved its fur, cut it all over, and then sewed it up with thread and needles.

Everyone watching felt a shiver run down their spine, and it vanished in an instant...

When dusk fell once more, Young Master Ye finally awoke. Though he was still feverish, his eyes held a newfound clarity.

He shifted, wincing in pain and drawing a sharp gasp. The movement also woke the elderly woman dozing beside him and Dongmei.

"Young master, are you awake Are you hungry Have a few bites of porridge first, then take the medicine!"

Both were overjoyed and quickly got to work preparing congee and medicine.

Young Master Ye felt his arm was heavy, and slowly turned his head to look. It turned out that Jia Yin was holding onto his arm and sleeping soundly.

The little chubby toddler, with furrowed sparse brows and tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes, made his heart ache.

"Auntie…" His voice was hoarse, he instructed the old woman, "I'm sorry to have worried you. Take Funiu back to bed and make sure she doesn't catch a cold."usiastically.Some people like it and praise it highly.Some people don't like it, saying only that the language is not ornate enough.But these are all outsiders, judging good and bad, it doesn't really...