Chapter 1104: Protection

The imperial physicians carefully took out the arrowhead. Seeing that the tip of the arrow was only about a meter away from his heart, they all broke out in cold sweat. Their movements were even gentler, afraid that they would cause fatal damage to Qi Haoran if they were not careful.

Sweating profusely, the group stitched up the wound, applied medicine to stop the bleeding, and disinfected the wound. There were also two imperial physicians who checked Qi Haoran’s pulse at all times. Once they realized that he had lost too much blood and his heartbeat was irregular, they would immediately transfuse blood and inject him.

Only when the imperial physicians confirmed that Qi Haoran’s life was temporarily out of danger did Mu Yangling heave a sigh of relief.

The imperial physicians heaved a sigh of relief and instructed in a low voice, “As long as His Highness’s wound doesn’t inflame and he doesn’t have a fever for the next two days, he’ll be fine.”

The few of them were glad that the arrowhead was not poisonous. Otherwise, considering the arrow tip was so near to his heart, he would have died before he was brought to the doctors.

Covered in dirt, Mu Yangling did not dare to enter the ward, so she only tiptoed and looked in. Seeing that he was still alive even though his face was pale, she felt slightly relieved.

At this moment, Mu Yangling couldn’t help but rejoice. Traditional Chinese medicine was even more impressive than she had imagined.

Actually, surgery in ancient medicine had existed 3,000 years ago. The earliest systematic record was the “ulcer medicine” in “Zhou Li.” It was mainly responsible for treating ulcers, ulcers, knife wounds, fractures, and so on. It required knives, scissors, and stitches to perform surgical operations such as resection and suturing.

Ever since Hua Tuo of the Eastern Han Dynasty invented mafeisan1, the surgical field of Chinese medicine had been constantly developing. Even back in Hua Tuo’s time, he had already dared to suggest performing a craniotomy on Cao Cao2. Although those surgical skills didn’t get passed down properly, certain aspects of it had developed very quickly. At least, by now, they had created a blood transfusion device. Otherwise, Mu Yangling really wouldn’t know how to make one from scratch.

However, the imperial physicians were still full of admiration for the Princess Consort and ingratiatingly waited for her in the outer room.

This was because they really wanted to know how she had judged what blood types Prince Rong could use. If the doctors could learn this ability and pass it on to later generations, there would be even more people who could be saved in the future. Medical science would also take a small step forward.

Hence, when Mu Yangling came out after taking a shower and changing her clothes, she was about to undergo disinfection before going in to see Qi Haoran when she met pairs of glowing eyes.

Mu Yangling: “…”

Mu Yangling understood what they meant after thinking for a moment. She said, “When His Highness is completely out of danger, I’ll tell you what you wish to know.”

The few imperial physicians heaved a sigh of relief and bowed to Mu Yangling one after another. Then, two of them were left on duty while the rest went to eat and rest. They still had to change shifts later.

As a lot of blood had just been drawn from Qi Xiuyuan and Fan Zijin, they were lying on the bed to recover. The two of them had been busy and worried for the past few days. After being drawn so much blood at once, their heads were a little dizzy, but they could not fall asleep no matter what.

Since they couldn’t sleep, they could only chat.

Fan Zijin asked in a low voice, “Eldest Cousin, where do you think Ah Ling learnt this from? Even the imperial physicians don’t have such knowledge. Besides,” Fan Zijin paused for a moment before continuing, “I was already curious when Ah Ling taught Haoran how to set up defense in his camp in the past. Who taught her assassination skills? It’s as if she used to do this in the past. However, she was only nine years old at that time…”

Qi Xiuyuan closed his eyes and said, “Some people are talented. As long as they learn a little, they can master a skill by themselves. Take Haoran for example. He learned so many types of martial arts, but in the end, didn’t he somewhat forge his own path? In a few years, he might even be able to create a new type of martial art himself. This is talent.”

Fan Zijin pursed his lips. “Eldest Cousin, I’m not Haoran. You don’t have to lie to me like that. I don’t believe that Ah Ling learned all this without anyone teaching her.”

“She has been hunting in the forest since she was young. Isn’t it normal for her to learn how to assassinate and hunt without a teacher and then come up with defensive strategies?” Since Qi Xiuyuan had already decided not to pursue the matter, he naturally spoke up for her.

“What about the blood transfusion? Even the imperial physicians don’t know how to differentiate it. Not only can she differentiate it, but she even said with certainty that blood types differ, thus the need for differentiation. Who taught her the term ‘blood type’?” Fan Zijin said seriously, “Eldest Cousin, we weren’t the only ones who heard this, but those imperial physicians also heard it. At this moment, maybe they won’t think too much about it. But when they recall it in the future, they will inevitably be suspicious…”

Qi Xiuyuan reached out and patted his shoulder. With a smile, he said, “You worry too much. What can they suspect? Other than the few of us, who else knows so much about Ah Ling’s life? Even Mu Shi doesn’t know as much as us about his daughter’s experiences. We don’t even have to say it explicitly. We just have to reveal a little and say that she once obtained an ancient book or was taught this by someone. If the three of us don’t say it, who will know if it’s true? Ah Ling has divine strength and appears from time to time in the north. She even followed Haoran to the battlefield to slay enemies and save me at the front line. But look, more than ten years have passed, but most of the people in the world still haven’t heard of her reputation. Why is that so?”

After a moment of silence, Fan Zijin said, “Because we didn’t publicize it.”

“That’s right. Virtuous reputation, prestige, and all kinds of reputations need to be publicized. If we deliberately ignore them, no one will naturally suspect anything. After today, get someone to publicize the fact that she has divine strength to cover this matter up,” Qi Xiuyuan said calmly. “Considering Mu Shi and his youngest son are far stronger than ordinary people, it’s not surprising that Ah Ling possesses divine strength due to the Mu family’s bloodline.”

Using one thing to cover up another thing that didn’t make sense was also the best way Qi Xiuyuan could think of to protect her and Haoran.

Now that Fan Zijin understood Qi Xiuyuan’s attitude regarding this, he felt relieved and was about to fall asleep when he heard the person beside her continue, “However, we still have to remind her about this matter and ask her to be more cautious in the future. Do you think you should tell her, or wait for Haoran to wake up and let him speak to his wife about this?”

Still feeling weak, Fan Zijin’s guard was lowered to the minimum and he pouted unhappily. “Why do you have to insist that we talk to her? Can’t you do it alone?”

Qi Xiuyuan chuckled. “The three of you grew up together and get along well. If we have to speak to her before Haoran wakes up, it’s naturally best if you are the one to talk to her about it. If I go to her regarding this matter, I’m afraid I’ll scare her.”

Fan Zijin turned around and mumbled in a daze, “It would be strange if that fool was frightened.” However, he did not reject this task, and only said, “Let’s talk about it when I wake up refreshed.”

While the cousins fell asleep in a daze, Mu Yangling gazed at Qi Haoran with wide eyes, occasionally checking the temperature on his forehead.

When Little Bear rushed in, he saw his Father King lying on the bed with a pale face, and his Mother Consort sitting at the side with a pale face. Just as he was about to rush up, Mu Yangling glared at him.

Mu Yangling lowered her voice and said, “Go out and take a shower, change into clean clothes, and disinfect yourself before coming in.”

Little Bear hesitated for a moment before Mu Yangling comforted him gently. “Your father is fine. The arrowhead has been taken out.”

Only then did Little Bear turn around and leave.