Chapter 64: I’m afraid you’re going to capsize.

Seeing Wei Joon fainting, the marquis’ attendants were at a loss for words. The steward is busy organizing people to send the marquis to the doctor, but Wei Jun is too injured to be moved, and even if he ordered a doctor, it would take more than an hour to drive a horse back and forth, and the food would be cold by then.

Ling Guang Temple’s presiding officer, Mr. Jiyao, rushed to the temple with the temple’s medical monks. Seeing that Wei Joon’s wound incision was flat, the medical monk suggested using the fire-lighting method, in which the grease from the boiling pot was scalded on the wound, causing the veins to scorch and shrink, so that the emergency bleeding would stop very quickly, only that the process was incredibly painful.

The big steward saw Wei Joon’s unconsciousness, had no choice but to take the board to take the idea, so he used the fire fire method.

During the treatment, Wei Joon was scalded awake from unconsciousness, screaming in agony, and then fainted in pain moments later, as if he was in hell.

In the other guest room, Zhu Hailin, under the service of the chamberlains, washed off the blood on his head and face, changed into new clothes, heard the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and muttered, “Old bastard, death counts.”

Turning his head to see Su Yan sitting at the table brooding, he reached out and poked him in the chest, “Su Qinghe!”

“…… huh?”

“When did you take a concubine, and how come you never told me before?”

The little ghost was obviously very unhappy in his heart, tensing his face, the corners of his mouth turned down, depression and annoyance floating in the bottom of his eyes, and because of his strong pride and unwillingness to be peeked at, he barely managed to maintain an expression of feigned calmness.

Looking at Zhu Helin’s childish face, the apprehension burning between his brows and eyes could not be hidden, Su Yan suddenly heart strings a loose, smiled and said, “A moment of anxiety, when the words and can not say, which pretended to lie that my concubine, I hope that the young master and the king forgive me.”

“No?” Zhu Helin’s gaze brightened at first, and the corners of his mouth curled up lightly, “Then why are you protecting her, forbidding the Fourth King’s Uncle to take action, and forbidding me to issue a decree to apprehend her?”

“He is a bitter man, and has some chance and connection with me, and regards me as a benefactor, so how can I see death and save him.”

King Yu was beside him, re-wrapping his palm with gauze. He heard the eyes of a weak, recalled that night in the king’s mansion in the black masked man exchanged hands – that person’s body light negligence Ling Gui, the sword is as fast as electricity, and today this female assassin just like seven or eight points similar to, either the same door, or for the same person. Black-robed masked man talked to him, is indeed a man, between the words of Su Yan extremely concerned about respect, must be this person.

I don’t know what Qinghe thinks of him? Can take “concubine” to make fun of, must be quite close to the relationship between the two …… Yu Wang did not reveal the feeling of pondering, hands and teeth to tie a knot to the gauze, the heart snorted cynically: always say that I love to womanize, you Su Qinghe to mess with fewer people?

Not to mention the unknown assassin, and look at the little prince this side of the stupidity of the beginning of love, hate to paste a sentence in the forehead “mountain has a wood has a branch”, even he can see, is his fine like a ghost of the royal brother will not see?

This up and down, big and small, inside and outside, which is good to pinpoint. The official field can still be long-sleeved dance, the love field wants to be left and right, I’m afraid you Su Qinghe one day to capsize!

King Yu in the mockery, but also vaguely born a wave of annoyance: If you are willing to accept the king, do not get involved with the other people, the king will naturally be devoted to each other, to protect your well-being, and how would it cause today’s trouble!

…… So be it, messed up all messed up, you just watch, when the Wei clan is furious and counterattacks, your royal master, who is the most important thing for the gods of the earth and grain, will still be able to shield you from the wind and the rain.

King Yu gave Su Yan a sullen look and put the replaced blood-soaked handkerchief into his arms, not intending to return it to him.

The Prince seemed to have eaten a pill of peace of mind, to Su Yan smiled and said: “Save then save it, it does not matter. When the Wei family is up in arms, the three of us will say that we have no knowledge of the situation, so what can he do? I also want to scold that old bastard in public for doing bad things, which led to the victims to come to the door to seek revenge and dragged us into it! Uncle Fourth Prince, don’t you think so?” He turned his head to look at King Yu, his eyes full of threats, with a look of “If you do not conspire with me, you will never be forgiven” little bully posture.

King Yu seemed to smile and said lightly, “Right.”

The crown prince punched his fist on cotton and retracted it tastelessly, getting up resentfully, “Qinghe let’s go! Whoever likes to clean up the mess here can do so.”

“Little master is sneaking out of the palace again today, isn’t it time to go back?” Su Yan reminded, “There are still riding and jousting lessons in the afternoon.”

The crown prince is like a complacent ball being pulled out of the valve core, aggrieved and deflated: “How are you shivering …… more than Tai Fu?”

–

From the Lingguang Temple back to the capital city, King Yu did not allow Su Yan to return to the house, pulling him together to go to Chen Shiyu’s medical hut, the reason is that “the king was injured because of you, how can you ignore it?”

Su Yan was also a bit overjoyed at this, so he didn’t firmly refuse.

Inside the doctor’s hut, Chen Shiyu diagnosed King Yu and said that he was lucky that he had not hurt any bones or tendons. Because of the deep wound, he thought that he could not only rely on applying traumatizing medicine, but also had to sew up the wound first.

Su Yan saw that he was using a silver needle in the shape of a curved moon and a kind of fine thread that was as lubricated as silk, which was a bit hard when it was first taken out, and became soft after being placed on the mouth of the choshi to be fumigated, and he could not help but be curious and ask, “Mr. Yingxu, what kind of thread is this?”

“Mulberry Bark Thread. Strip off the first layer of mulberry bark, select the thicker sinewy lines in the inner layer, tear it off, still using the original stripped outer bark, wrap the fine threads around it, and wipe it seven times from end to end, and it’s done.”

Chen Shiyu saw Su Yan interested in surgery, and remembered that penicillin is hard to find, and felt that this Su adults, even if they are not in the same way, but also learned everyone, and would like to be planted with him in the apricot grove on the road to medicine, so he explained in detail: “This line is easy to take, not easy to break, mulberry bark itself is calm, have the effect of clearing heat and removing toxins, astringent and myocardial, and is therefore suitable for use as a trauma Suture.”

He finished clearing the wound for King Yu’s left hand and made the medicine boy bring up a bowl of decocted mandala soup. King Yu waved his hand, signaling for the bowl to be taken away, “Yuk Weng knows, this king has never used anesthesia for fear of injuring his mind. When not used, now a little injury, is not necessary.”

Chen Shiyu knew King Yu’s temperament, so he nodded and said, “Although Mandragora can anesthetize pain, it is also toxic. If Your Highness can endure the pain, it’s better if you don’t use it.”

King Yu sat on the bar stool opposite the consultation table, rolled up his sleeves, and with a boiled thick gauze scarf padded under the back of his left hand, he opened his palm. The two open wounds were tugged and blood flowed out again. Chen Shiyu disinfected the needle and thread, skillfully tied into the flesh, sewing like left and right shuttle, knotting and cutting.

Then put on, then sew, then cut. First sewing the inner layer of muscle, finished sewing the outer layer of skin, stitching fine and even, the whole sewing seventy or eighty stitches.

Su Yan turned his face away from looking. King Yu smiled and waved at him, “Come here.”

“Do what?”

“Come sit next to the King.”

He prodded him twice, and Su Yan reluctantly moved over and sat at the other end of the bar stool.

King Yu gazed at him sideways, rather like using him as an anesthetic. Su Yan uncomfortably diverted his attention and asked Chen Shiyu, “Does this mulberry skin thread need to be removed, and how should the inner sutures be removed?”

Chen Shiyu said, “There is no need to remove it, mulberry threads can be dissolved in blood and flesh. But there is also unsatisfactory, often repel with the flesh and blood, triggering ulcers and carbuncles.”

Meaning, although the mulberry skin thread is absorbable, there is a higher probability that it will have a rejection reaction with the human body, leading to wound inflammation? Su Yan frowned and glanced at King Yu’s palm, then asked, “What about the sheepskin thread?”

“Sheep’s intestine thread?” Chen Shiyu asked rhetorically.

Su Yan then realized that the sheep’s intestine thread had not yet been invented. To be precise, as early as five hundred years ago in this era, Western surgeons had begun to use intestinal threads to close wounds, but this technology had not yet spread to Daming.

He then told Chen Shiyu about the goat intestinal thread used in the Western Barbarians, taking the innermost mucous membrane of goat or cow intestines, soaking and cleaning them in an alkaline solution and twisting them into silk, twisting them into strands depending on their use. The thicker the thread, the more pronounced the inflammatory reaction of the wound, but the overall rejection rate is lower than the mulberry thread.

If he wanted a smaller trauma reaction, he would have to concoct another goat’s intestines with chromic acid, and he wasn’t sure exactly how to do that, or he could ask a missionary from the West.

Chen Shiyu tsk tsk tsk, said that the day will go to seek Western Yi doctor, compare to see how the effect.

Yu Wang looked at Su Yan’s eyes some deep: “Cabinet rumors, said you know astronomy, geography, is a genius. There are also said that you specialize in strange skills and tricks, do not follow the right path. Which is true?”

Su Yan smiled awkwardly, “None of it …… I just read a lot of miscellaneous books.”

–

The treatment by the medical monks of Ling Guang Temple was rough but effective, and Wei Joon eventually regained his life.

But he is, after all, old and frail, and by the wine and color hollowed out the body, usually rely on the Yang Yiqi tonic piling up, looking at the old and strong can night Royal three women, in fact, the dam has long been full of holes, was the torrent of violent impact, the whole line collapse.

Now, even if he is saved, he is still greatly injured and lingers on his deathbed like a living dead person.

Wei Jun cried to his own brother, Wei Guifei’s father, Xian’an Hou Wei Yan, in tears, saying that he had been poisoned by a villain and could not die in peace.

The “villain” in his mouth not only refers to the assassin who bit him like a mad dog, but also refers to Su Yan Su Qinghe who blocked King Yu and the Crown Prince from capturing the murderer on the spot and intentionally let the assassin go.

He also recalled that the Prince left the palace night tour that time, there are two other people in the carriage, one is Su Yan, one is recognized by Su Yan as a “concubine” of the woman, refused to let him search. But it turned out that the woman is the assassin, Su Yan has been with her secretly.

No, the assassin was 80% sent by Su Yan to kill him! From the day of the temple examination, this yellow mouth child has no good intentions, targeting him at every turn, and after climbing the Eastern Palace, he is harboring ulterior motives, wanting to bring down the entire Wei family, and clear all possible obstacles for Zhu He Lin’s path to the throne …… This son is a major danger to the Wei family’s heart, and must not be eliminated!

Wei Joon spoke upside down, cursed until he was hysterical, and finally nearly turned his back in excitement.

Wei Yan weekdays some despised this brother’s desultoriness, the early years after the ineffective persuasion, simply out of sight, casually tossed him. Now see his good end out, half life back, after all, bloodline even heart, can not help but anger.

At the same time, he also thought deeply of his speculation, slapped the case scolded: “Su Yan child, young and fortunate to enter, relying on the favor of the Holy Spirit, confuse the Lord pandering to the Lord, killing and maiming the important ministers of the Lord. If he is allowed to be arrogant, where is the law of the land! If he is not eradicated, my Wei family will have peace in the future?”

He went out of the Marquis Feng’an Mansion and returned to the Marquis Xian’an Mansion, and said to his wife, “Your husband and family have been humiliated, and your youngest uncle was nearly killed, so who else can you look to for justice but the Emperor?”

Mrs. Qin had just heard about this from her subordinates and said indignantly, “And my sister, the current Empress Dowager! I will go into the palace and greet the Empress Dowager.”