Farming game: raise cubs with equipment

Chapter 683 Healing
"I just asked you if you have been cured?" The prince didn't want to hear some nonsense from him, he just wanted to know the result.

"His Royal Highness, Ms. Yan's injury can't be cured, you'd better spend more time with her." The imperial doctor had no choice but for such an injury, unless Hua Tuo was reborn.

"You quack doctor, what are you talking about! She is still alive, you can't cure Gu?" The prince was so angry that he wished to beheaded, but he still had a sliver of reason.

After a pause, he pointed to another imperial physician: "You come to treat the disease, and I only want her to live."

The imperial physician who was named was trembling, he wanted to say that his medical skills were not as good as that one.

When the words came to his lips, he didn't dare to speak.

For fear that the prince would lose his mind, he cut him off.

Seeing the crown prince's red eyes, the emperor frowned, what does a crown prince look like.

He was about to scold him when the Queen pulled the hem of his clothes.

The queen shook her head: "Your Majesty, let him go. Yan Nianyan is the person he likes. In order to protect him from being shot by an arrow, now that he doesn't know whether he will live or die, it's inevitable that he has a temper."

The emperor was silent.

When he was young, he naturally knew how it felt to like someone.

That's it.

The wife of Taifu Temple was crying beside her.

Her poor daughter.

If she had known that she would suffer this hardship, she would never let her go to any banquet, and she would never let her get close to the prince.

This is how to do ah.

She has only one daughter.

The daughter who loves like jewels.

Master Taifu Temple was also very sad, but he was a man, if he cried too, his wife would definitely not be able to bear it.

So he just helped his wife up and muttered: "Yan'er must be fine."

The second imperial doctor also said that he couldn't be cured with a sullen face. Finally, when all the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital said that he couldn't be cured, the wife of Taifu Temple was so heartbroken that she passed out directly.

Suddenly, there was another burst of chaos.

The imperial physicians hurriedly treated Mrs. Taifu Temple.

Now, the daughter has not been cured, and the mother fell ill again.

The master of Taifu Temple suddenly aged ten years, and his whole body was vicissitudes and powerless.

Yun Yiyi hesitated for a while, and stood up: "Your Majesty, maybe I can try."

The emperor looked at the distraught prince and nodded: "What do you need?"

"First of all, give this drawing to the craftsman and let him make it quickly." Yun Yiyi drew the infusion bottle and other medical equipment and handed it to a court lady, "Secondly, I need to see Yan Nianyan's injury before deciding how to treat it."

Yun Yiyi looked at the people around her, there were too many people, and Yan Nianyan was a woman, so she still didn't know how badly she was injured.

Chinese medicine is all about taking the pulse, which may not be so detailed.

The emperor waved back and forth clearly, but the prince did not move: "She is not in a suitable condition to move."

Yan Nianyan had been hugged by him since he was shot by the arrow, Yun Yiyi was afraid that moving around would make the arrow go deeper, so he didn't let the prince let go.

And when the time comes to draw the arrow, the prince will need to come.

Yun Yiyi opened her clothes, and found that she almost stabbed the heart, but it was embedded in the flesh, and the arrow was very deep. Pulling out with such force will tear the inner flesh, and the flesh is sticky, so it is difficult to remove.

It is necessary to cut some wounds with a knife, but Yan Nianyan may die of pain in this case.

So the anesthetic has to be made first.

Yun Yiyi picked up a pen and wrote down: 9 grams of sheep weed, 3 grams of jasmine root, 30 grams of angelica, and 0.9 grams of calamus.

After writing, hand it over to a court lady to make it.

After the medicine was ready, Yun Yiyi took Yan Nianyan with a spoon.

But for some reason, the medicine flowed out as soon as it was fed.

The prince frowned and said, "Let me feed you."

Yun Yiyi raised her eyebrows and handed it to him.

The Crown Prince surrounded Yan Nianyan with one hand, and held the bowl in the other.

He tried to see if the water was not too hot, so he took a sip and fed it mouth to mouth.

Yun Yiyi silently turned her eyes away.

"Madam Yan, the medicine is ready." The prince said hoarsely.

Yun Yiyi turned her head.

She took out an alcohol towel from her backpack and wiped the blade repeatedly, making sure the disinfection was complete before coming to Yan Nianyan.

"The bowl of medicine just now is Mabosan. If you drink it, you will lose consciousness. The wound is too deep. If you pull it out forcibly, the flesh will protrude. I need to cut the wound. You will pull out the arrow when the time comes." Afraid that the prince might misunderstand, Yun Yiyi specially explained.

The prince nodded silently.

At this time, he could only trust her.

Yun Yiyi lifted up her clothes, gently cut the opening, and said to the prince, "Pull it out."

The prince pulled out the arrow gently and slowly, paying attention to Yan Nianyan's expression during the whole process, for fear that she would be hurt, but no, Yan Nianyan who took Mafeisan was very calm.

If he could not feel Yan Nianyan's heartbeat, the prince might have thought she was dead.

After pulling it out, blood spurted out, Yun Yiyi avoided it with foresight, but the prince was not so lucky, blood was all over his body. .

Before the prince could speak, Yun Yiyi stretched out her hand to suppress the blood near the wound without even moving her brows.

"I'm going to start sewing." Yun Yiyi said.

The prince consciously turned his face away, only the sound of cloth rubbing against his ears.

He took out the hemostatic powder from the backpack and applied it on the wound, and then took out the medical suture needle and suture thread, and used simple intermittent suture to suture the wound from the inside to the outside.

Soon the bleeding stopped.

"His Royal Highness, you can lay her flat," Yun Yiyi said.

The prince carefully put her on the bed.

Yun Yiyi walked out, and the wife of Taifu Temple grabbed her hand after she woke up: "How is my Yan'er?"

Yun Yiyi said: "She's fine, she won't wake up until later."

Mrs. Taifusi breathed a sigh of relief.

She said her daughter would not leave like this.

She hurried in.

When the imperial physician heard that Yan Nianyan was fine, they were shocked: "This is impossible!"

They rushed in one by one.

Want to see if it's true.

Seeing Yan Nianyan lying quietly like a bloody man, he thought she was dead.

"Mrs. Yan, if it's all right, why haven't you woke up?" an imperial physician asked.

"Yeah, why are you still awake?"

The lady of Taifu Temple just had a glimmer of hope, when she heard this, her face turned pale.

Mrs. Yan could not have lied to her.

"Wait a while, what I want hasn't been delivered yet." Yun Yiyi said calmly.

As soon as the words were finished, a court lady came over with some strange bottles and cans.

Yun Yiyi secretly praised the craftsman's speed.

She lifted it up and looked at the ancient version of the disposable infusion set, and had to praise the ingenuity.

This object is too big, she took it out of the backpack rashly, a bit too shocking.

So I can only trouble craftsmen to make it.

Yun Yiyi quickly installed the accessories, and everyone was stunned by her operation.

My mind is bewildered.

When she saw her sticking the needle into the back of Yan Nianyan's hand, she felt that Yun Yiyi was making Yan Nianyan suffer.

He had already been shot by an arrow, but he still gave someone a needle.

What a hatred and hatred.

"Madam Yan, you're so good, what are you doing!" an imperial physician scolded angrily.

"That's right, Mrs. Yan, even if you can't cure it, don't act wild on the patient."

"Mrs. Yan, Miss Yan can't bear your trouble."

The lady of Taifu Temple was so angry that she passed out again.

There was an uproar in the crowd.

"Don't worry, wait for this liquid to be infused, she will wake up in an hour." Yun Yiyi calmly took out the anti-inflammatory medicine and gave Yan Nianyan the infusion.

Even in ancient times, it was troublesome. An injury was most likely to inflame the wound, and she had just given Yan Nianyan Mafeisan.

It is normal to not wake up for a while.

Fortunately, she didn't wake up.

If the medicine wears off, wouldn't Miss Jiao die from pain?
The prince was also dubious, at this time, he could only trust Yun Yiyi.

She looked so calm after all.

It made him feel a little less nervous.

Hope it's like she said.

He has no other choice.

Yun Yiyi guessed that Yan Nianyan must be weak when she wakes up, and needs to eat something to invigorate Qi and blood, so she planned to get her some medicinal food.

She told the queen what she thought.

The queen agreed.

Although the imperial doctor said that she was messing around, but looking at her calmness, how could she look like messing around?
So, Yun Yiyi went to the imperial dining room.

"Yam, red dates, goji berries, lotus seeds, peanuts..." Yun Yiyi reported several ingredients in succession for people to prepare.

After the ingredients arrived, she began to process the ingredients.

The people in the imperial dining room had never seen such a messy cooking method, and they all stood by and watched her operate.

Yun Yiyi felt as if she had opened a live broadcast platform, and these people were her audience.

She silently raised her hand and wiped her sweat.

Yan Nianyan will definitely be hungry when she wakes up, she has to make a pot of porridge.

Adding these ingredients is also to nourish her body.

Yan Nianyan was thin and thin, she was a little afraid that she would not be able to endure the hardship.

But the body is too weak, and it is impossible to use great tonics.

Had to use diet to recuperate slowly.

The fire started very slowly, Yun Yiyi was not in a hurry, and just boiled it slowly.

An hour later, Yan Nianyan trembled her lower eyelashes.

Ah, it hurts!
It hurts!
Why is it so painful!
What the hell did she do?How could it hurt so much.

Yan Nian let out a hiss.

Eyes snapped open.

"Yan Nianyan, are you okay?" His hands were tightly held.

Yan Nianyan blinked slowly, and a man with gentle brows and eyes appeared in his sight.

It's His Royal Highness!
How is he here?
Yan Nianyan rolled her eyes and found that the surroundings were not places she was familiar with.

"Where is this?" Yan Nianyan was a little confused.

Didn't she get hit by an arrow?
What is this place?
"Yan Nianyan, you finally woke up, I thought..." The crown prince's eyes were slightly red, and he hesitated to speak while watching her.

Yan Nianyan was still in the mood to joke: "What do you think is wrong with me? Dead? Don't worry, it won't happen so soon."

"Do you remember what you said?" the prince said suddenly.

"what?"

"You said you would marry me when you woke up."

Yan Nianyan pretended to be stupid: "You remember wrong! I didn't say such a thing."

"Yan Nianyan!" the prince raised his voice.

"Keep your voice down, my ears hurt."

The prince obediently kept his mouth shut, with some grievances in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)