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Three men dressed in short coats gathered immediately upon hearing the voice.
Qin Yaru quickly found a piece of paper, wrote a few simple words, and handed it over, saying, "My son and neighbor Tie Zhu are at home. Please give this note to him, and he will bring you the medicine box."
The three men agreed and exchanged a few words with Lai San before disappearing into the bustling streets of Wudang County.
Qin Yaru blinked—her son Da Lang was quite clever and should know that her medicine box was the iron piece under the bed. After all, she had treated that child before and bandaged his wounds.
Shaking off her thoughts, she crouched down, kneeling in front of the patient. She looked at his complexion; just this little delay had worsened his condition.
Sighing, she instructed her assistant to boil some hot water and to heat a long, thin copper tube used for administering medicine to children. She pressed on the patient's body to locate the seventh and eighth ribs, then looked into the patient's eyes and smiled, saying, "I wanted to wait for the medicine box to arrive, but it seems waiting any longer could be dangerous. It's just a puncture; we can do it without anesthesia if necessary. Just bear with it."
In the past, she always kept her medicine box close, but now that she had left Gao Feng, she felt much more relaxed. At least she didn't have to worry about needing to perform surgery at any moment. However, she had let her guard down and didn't expect to encounter such a situation right after stepping out. It seemed she would need to maintain her previous habits moving forward.
The patient was covered in cold sweat but still somewhat conscious. Looking at Qin Yaru, he rasped, "Thank you, Wife, for saving me. If I survive this, I will repay you greatly."
"As long as there are no troubles," Qin Yaru shook her head and signaled Lai San to hold down the patient's shoulders.
Elder Ji and Doctor Hao were quite curious as well and came over to watch. They saw Qin Yaru insert a long copper tube into the patient's body; as she released her hand, blood gushed out, staining half of her collar red.
Lai San was so frightened that his teeth chattered. He quickly looked down at his older brother and saw him breathing easily; he had calmed down completely compared to moments ago when he seemed on the verge of death. He let out a sigh of relief and looked at Qin Yaru with immense gratitude.
Elder Ji stroked his beard and laughed, "A Qin has really grown skilled! I remember when your father forced you to learn pulse diagnosis; you couldn't manage it and secretly came here to cry. Who would have thought that years later, your skills would surpass your father's by hundreds of times?"
Qin Yaru raised an eyebrow. Her father was like most scholars of this era—knowledgeable in many fields but only slightly skilled in medicine. She had graduated from a proper medical university and trained under Gao Feng. She had plenty of opportunities to practice on patients who came seeking help. In terms of handling external injuries, even those renowned doctors couldn't compare with her. If she were still inferior to an amateur enthusiast in this regard, that would be unacceptable!
Before long, a child about fifteen or sixteen years old brought her a black medicine box that looked unremarkable, resembling a block of iron.
Qin Yaru took it and pressed a button on the box, which then expanded freely, and the lid opened automatically.
The child delivered the item but did not leave; instead, he blinked and stared at Qin Yaru. When he saw her actually open the box, his eyes widened in surprise. Although the box appeared unremarkable, its body was seamless and tightly fitted. He had tried to open it on the way and found it impossible.
Of course, he could not open it; this medicine box was specially crafted for Qin Yaru by an expert at Gao Feng's request. It was made of memory metal with camouflage and self-repair capabilities, powered by solar energy. It could also function as a freezer, equipped with voice control and fingerprint locks, as well as a transmitter that could be tracked as long as the smart brain in Qin Yaru's protective suit was operational.
Generally speaking, no one would bother stealing something that looked like worthless junk.
Qin Yaru naturally ignored the child's curiosity and first instructed Lai San to move the patient to the backyard of Ji Ren Tang, finding a clean room to settle him in. She then took out a puncture needle from the medicine box, replaced the copper tube, and connected it to the drainage device.
Her movements were both light and quick; Elder Ji and Doctor Hao could not understand what she was doing but regarded it as Qin Yaru's secret technique. Neither of them dared to ask questions.
Qin Yaru also took out some anti-inflammatory medication for the patient to take orally. Since the patient's symptoms were not severe, there was no need for intravenous therapy. Moreover, intravenous therapy would be too conspicuous; oral medication was more appropriate.
After settling the patient and conducting a brief examination, she noted that his blood pressure was normal and his temperature was not high. Qin Yaru sighed in relief and smiled, saying, "Fortunately, surgery is not required; otherwise, with such rudimentary conditions, I wouldn't have been confident."
Elder Ji was taken aback by her words: "Could it be that A Qin actually knows how to perform surgery?"
Nowadays, doctors occasionally encounter situations requiring surgical procedures; however, among ten specialists in trauma surgery, none are capable of performing surgery. In Elder Ji's impression, only divine doctors like Hua Tuo could conduct surgeries. Even he himself had only performed surgery twice in his life when there were no other options available; unfortunately, neither patient survived.
Doctor Hao, on the other hand, was quite interested in some of the assorted tools in Qin Yaru's medicine box—surgical knives, scissors, tweezers, needle holders—looking at them with great interest: "Consort Qin, these tools are truly exquisite; I fear only a few blacksmiths in Wudang County could craft such items."
Just by looking at this, he somewhat believes that Consort Qin truly possesses the divine skills of Hua Tuo.
"I'll come back to remove the drainage tube. Try not to move him. When he wakes up, you can feed him some light rice porridge, cooked until soft."
Qin Yaru thought for a moment, "I'll write another prescription."
Elder Ji, upon hearing this, quickly had an assistant bring ink and paper. Watching Qin Yaru write effortlessly, he couldn't help but laugh as he tossed the prescription to the assistant to fetch the medicine, saying, "Is this prescription not meant to be kept secret?"
"What's there to keep secret? It's just a common prescription for soothing the liver and promoting blood circulation. Besides, I'm not a doctor." Qin Yaru truly didn't care about a few prescriptions; her mind contained an encyclopedia of medicine. What kind of prescription did she not have? It’s just that a doctor's skill mainly relies on experience; prescriptions are not all-powerful.
Once the assistant took the prescription to fetch the medicine, Qin Yaru had someone fetch her a set of herbs to reduce heat. Elder Ji insisted on not charging her for any medicine.
Qin Yaru thought that these herbs weren't worth much anyway, so she decided not to argue. She picked up her medicine box and instructed them that if anything happened, they should go find her in Chen Family Village before taking her leave. Although Lai San wanted her to stay and look after the patient, he was a rogue but not unreasonable. Seeing that Qin Yaru was determined to leave, he did not stop her.
Of course, it was more likely that Lai San was afraid that Qin Yaru would feel unhappy and it would affect her mood, preventing her from properly treating his elder brother.
Elder Ji accompanied Qin Yaru to the door, reminding her to come early tomorrow. Many passersby outside were surprised to see Elder Ji treating a young woman with such courtesy.
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