After Becoming the Villain Mother-in-Law, I Launch My Redemption Arc Chapter 167: Stop Crying, He’s Not Dead Yet

ng Yao was holding a basin of bloody water, and Doctor Su hurriedly took it over.

The man trembled upon seeing the half-basin of blood.

With so much blood loss, how could anyone still be alive?

He burst into tears, "My poor brother-in-law, if I had known, I would have taken you ho, at least you’d have seen Lian Niang one last ti."

ng Yao frowned, "Why are you crying? He’s not dead yet."

The man’s cries stopped abruptly, "He’s, he’s alright?"

"The surgery was very successful, but that doesn’t an he’s out of danger," ng Yao said. "The wound is stitched well, but during the healing process, there’s a risk of inflammation and pus formation. If the infection gets severe, it could lead to sepsis, and at that point, truly, nothing can be done."

Though there were many terms he didn’t understand, the man gathered that while he’s not dead yet, it doesn’t an he won’t die in the future.

"What am I supposed to do then?" the man asked, bewildered.

"The patient needs to stay here for a few days, and I have to monitor his condition at all tis. But you need soone here to look after him," ng Yao said. "Will you be caring for him, or will soone else co?"

"I’m a grown man, how can I take care of soone?" the man said.

It’s not that he wasn’t willing, he truly didn’t know how. At ho, his wife handled everything; he rely provided labor.

ng Yao rembered him saying the injured man’s wife was pregnant, clearly unsuitable for caring duties.

"Ask his mother to co," ng Yao suggested.

"My sister’s mother-in-law is long gone," the man said.

"Anyway, soone has to care for him," ng Yao insisted.

A look of hesitation crossed the man’s face, "Logically, my sister is the most suitable, but I’m afraid she might get frightened."

"He won’t be returning for many days; do you think you can hide it from her?" ng Yao countered.

The man scratched the back of his head, "I can’t hide it."

ng Yao didn’t further engage the man and went on to instruct Doctor Su to prepare dications for him.

The wound is large, the blood loss significant, he needs nourishnt to replenish qi and blood.

And he needs anti-inflammatory treatnt.

When it cos to prescribing dicine, Doctor Su was more skilled.

"Doctor ng, is the man really alright?" Doctor Su couldn’t help asking.

"As long as post-operative care is proper, he should be fine," ng Yao replied.

"The suturing you ntioned, is it using needle and catgut to stitch the wound together?" Doctor Su’s face showed a hint of hesitation, but he couldn’t help asking.

He had heard from his master about the suturing skill, though his master had said it was lost to ti.

ng Yao was not particularly surprised; surgical suturing was not a later invention. Historical records trace it back to the Eastern Han period when Hua Tuo perford surgery on Guan Yu.

"Indeed, as you described," ng Yao confird, indicating she used catgut, albeit sourced from the system.

According to the system, future surgical threads couldn’t be manufactured at the ancient level, so only catgut could be provided.

Fortunately, ng Yao didn’t need to spend silver to buy these materials.

The system had repaired a function allowing ng Yao to accumulate points by saving lives, which she could exchange for dical supplies not surpassing ancient tis.

Originally, it was supposed to accumulate points moving forward.

But ng Yao wouldn’t agree, adamantly insisting her previous points be counted.

The system, feeling sowhat guilty from its previous money-grabbing ways, begrudgingly granted ng Yao’s request.

Upon receiving ng Yao’s confirmation, Doctor Su was first incredulous, then excited and delighted.

"May I have a look at your stitched wound?"

Doctor Su was overflowing with curiosity, having only heard of it from his master but never seen it firsthand.

"You can see it when changing the dressing," ng Yao said. "He needs to change the dressing every two days."

"Alright, alright," Doctor Su eagerly agreed.

Two days, he could wait.

The man finally made up his mind, "Doctor, I’ll go back and bring my sister. Won are detail-oriented and can take care of people. Plus, my brother-in-law would surely want to see her when he awakens. This is a dical facility, even if she gets frightened, you surely have ways."

ng Yao nodded slightly, "Be mindful when you speak to her, just say he suffered a minor injury and you didn’t bring silver when you ca. So you went back to have her co and pay the silver. Everything else, I’ll explain to her when she’s here."

"Alright, alright,"

After agreeing, the man hurriedly left.

Doctor Su hesitated, "Is it alright to have his almost full-term wife co?"

"The injured person’s wound is already bandaged, so she won’t see the ghastly wound which essentially removes visual stimuli. As long as he’s awake, it shouldn’t provoke her," ng Yao said. "Don’t underestimate the resilience of pregnant won; won generally have higher tolerance than n."

"Tolerance?" Doctor Su asked, puzzled.

"It ans their level of acceptance towards adverse situations," ng Yao explained.

Doctor Su nodded thoughtfully.

Half an hour later, the man returned with his sister.

Just as ng Yao expected, the woman’s face was full of worry but not panic.

"Lian Niang, it was this female doctor who saved your husband," the man pointed to ng Yao.

The woman nad Lian Niang clumsily greeted ng Yao, but ng Yao stopped her, "No need for formalities, you should sit and rest. When he wakes up, I’ll bring you in. He’s not awake because of the dicine, not because of the injury, so you needn’t worry too much."

"Alright, doctor." Though anxious, Lian Niang obediently sat down, knowing to heed the doctor’s advice while in the clinic.

Soon after she sat down, Chai Hu ca out from watching the patient, "Doctor ng, Doctor Su, he’s awake."

He woke up two periods earlier than ng Yao anticipated; so people are naturally resistant to anesthesia, the sa dosage might last two hours for most, but only one for so.

This difference isn’t particularly unusual.

"I’ll take you inside."

ng Yao led Lian Niang inside the room, the man was visibly excited, "Lian Niang, why are you here?"

He tried to get up as he spoke.

Fortunately, the anesthesia hadn’t completely worn off yet, so although the man’s awareness returned, his body was still under anesthesia’s effect.

"You can’t exert yourself now," ng Yao said sternly.

The wound was on his abdon; exertion would tear it open, and her efforts would be in vain.

The man realized belatedly, "Doctor, I’ve been stitched up successfully?"

ng Yao nodded.

The man, exhibiting a careless deanor, bead, "Doctor, your skills are remarkable. I feel as though I’m not injured at all, not feeling a bit of pain!"

"You don’t feel pain now because the anesthetic is still effective. Once it wears off, you’ll feel the pain as it truly is," ng Yao said expressionlessly. "If the pain becos unbearable, I can brew so soup dicine for relief, but it will affect wound healing."

"Nah, don’t add it; I can bear the pain," the man said jovially.