Tang Zan’s finger paused, lifting his dark eyes to look at Shu’er, a mischievous smile on his lips.
"What’s this, so impatient?"
Shu’er rolled her eyes, "Can you be serious about treating your injury?"
Tang Zan remained still, only raising his eyes to look at her, those dark eyes seeming even deeper.
"My right hand is useless."
He spoke casually, but she knew he cared a lot.
She moved closer to Tang Zan, the distance between them extrely close, their breathing audible, and Tang Zan stared at her unblinkingly.
She lifted her hand, removing his outer garnt, then stripped off his inner clothing.
Her movents were as gentle as always, and she undressed him quite quickly.
But Tang Zan felt the ti was long, long enough to be sowhat torturous.
Yet from the bottom of his heart, he masochistically didn’t want this kind of tornt to end.
He unconsciously slowed his breathing, and at the sa ti, he heard his own heartbeat, thumping strongly and powerfully.
She stripped off Tang Zan’s clothes, and indeed the bandages were soaked with fresh blood.
She took a deep breath, barely suppressing the anger in her heart.
No doctor can remain calm with a patient who doesn’t take care of themselves.
She treated Tang Zan’s wound with so force, his thin lips pressed closed without making a sound, just looking at her.
Initially, her movents were normal, without any hint of embarrassnt.
But Tang Zan’s gaze seed like a fla, quickly burning her face red.
She said angrily, "Tang Zan, can you cooperate a bit with the treatnt?"
Tang Zan lay flat, with an expression like he was ready to be taken advantage of.
Shu’er placed her hand over Tang Zan’s eyes, her fingertips cool, and when they touched his skin, it felt so comfortable he wanted to sigh.
Tang Zan was really being unruly, and Shu’er rolled her eyes, treating Tang Zan’s wound with a heavier hand.
Tang Zan hissed, grabbing Shu’er’s hand, raising his brows with a smile, his magnetic voice sounded.
"Shu’er, are you trying to murder your husband?"
Shu’er laughed, "Yeah, once you’re dead, I can find soone else."
Saying this, she pressed heavily on Tang Zan’s wound again.
Tang Zan’s eyes darkened, gripping her hand tighter, pulling Shu’er over, laying her on top of him, the wound seeping with blood again.
His breath brushed against Shu’er’s face, making her feel ticklish.
"I’ll definitely live to a ripe old age, so your plans can fail."
After speaking, Tang Zan smiled again, seeing Shu’er’s hair fall against her cheek, he lifted a hand to tuck it behind her ear, the motion unexpectedly gentle.
Even Tang Zan himself paused for a mont at the action, looking at his own hand.
Shu’er smiled, straightened up, and did not speak.
Tang Zan died at 23, what’s there to talk about living for a long life.
And she, even worse, would die in less than two months.
Truly a pair of ill-fated plastic companions.
Shu’er looked at Tang Zan, "Co, let treat your hand."
Tang Zan was stunned, "The wound on the hand hasn’t torn."
Shu’er shook her head, "Have your n co in to assist ."
"Di Liu, Di Shi."
Two shadows imdiately appeared before her, their movents so fast that she didn’t even have ti to see where they ca from.
The two knelt on one knee.
"Sir, what are your orders?"
Tang Zan looked at Shu’er, she said, "I’ll reconnect your master’s severed ridians, please lend a hand."
Tang Zan’s eyes trembled, his right hand’s ridians were severed by the fake War King.
So many ridians, even if Hua Tuo were reborn, they couldn’t be saved.
Shu’er had previously reconnected Lin Yu and Lin Hong’s ridians, but that was just one thread.
But his was different, so many threads, generally impossible to treat, one might even reconnect them incorrectly.
Moreover, with ridians being that fine, the difficulty in reconnecting them was imnse.
The two glanced at each other when Tang Zan made no objections, finally speaking.
"Yes."
Afterwards, the two walked over to Shu’er.
Shu’er unceremoniously began to instruct them.
"You two, wipe my sweat later, and use this splint to support the wound, don’t let the wound close together. Also, any item I need, you’ll have to pass it to ."
The two nodded, and Shu’er began to handle Tang Zan’s wound.
First disinfected, then searched for those ridians.
Fortunately, she was already familiar with the structure of the human body, as soone from a family of dicine, she was forced from a young age to morize the locations of human components.
During the process of reconnecting, Tang Zan didn’t feel any pain, he even had the mood to watch how Shu’er reconnected these ridians.
Her movents were elegant and quick, with not a hint of hesitation, carrying a confidence born from practiced skill.
As she reconnected the ridians, her actions were so ticulous, those tiny two-piece ridians quickly beca whole in her hands.
The reconnected ridians, if not looked at closely, appeared as if they were never severed.
Di Liu and Di Qi’s expressions changed slightly, Master’s woman seed more formidable than they imagined.
For even the Imperial Physicians, a severed ridian couldn’t be repaired, they could only prescribe dicine to nurse the person, hoping the dicine might work.
This type of operation, opening the wound and using fine stitches to sew, was unheard of and unseen by them before.
After Shu’er reconnected the ridians, she quickly sewed up the wound and applied Spiritual Spring Water, then bandaged the wound with gauze.
"For seven days, don’t let this hand touch water, and don’t use this right hand for a month. After a month, I’ll guide you in rehabilitation."
Shu’er’s eyes looked towards Tang Zan’s foot, discovering the foot’s ridians hadn’t recovered enough for surgery, she applied Spiritual Spring Water and let him take a pill to promote wound healing.
Later, she tidied up the dical box.
Di Liu and Di Qi tactfully exited.
Tang Zan lifted his eyes to look at her.
"Shu’er, my hand really hurts."
Shu’er stopped tidying up the dical box.
Matters involving ridians were of utmost importance, not a bit of carelessness could be allowed.
Moreover, Tang Zan wasn’t soone who would easily admit to pain, if he said it hurt, it ant he was in extre pain.
Despite having great confidence in her dical skills, she wasn’t so arrogant as to disregard individual differences.
She walked over, carefully raising Tang Zan’s right hand to examine it closely.
"Where does it hurt?"
Tang Zan used his left hand to pull Shu’er, in his eyes, reflecting Shu’er’s "Mao Shiba", an imperceptible hint of tenderness appeared in those inherently cold sharp eyes.
He placed Shu’er’s hand near the proximal end of his wound.
"Here."
Shu’er poked Tang Zan’s wrist, his complexion turned a shade paler.
"If it hurts too much, perhaps you should take a pill."
Saying this, she took out a black pill.
Placed it in Tang Zan’s palm, the small, round pill rolled slightly in his hand.
Only the palm, retained a little of her warmth.
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