Chapter 9

Huang Zheng and Wu Yang moved aside quickly as they saw the female doctor approaching, allowing her to come forward to examine Zheng Shi's injuries. However, Liu Yi only moved a little, not completely leaving, and still held Zheng Shi's large hand.

At this moment, Liu Yi was channeling a stream of Primordial Yang Divine Power into Zheng Shi's body. As the true qi entered Zheng Shi's body, Liu Yi felt a very peculiar sensation. It was as if his nerve endings had extended, and wherever the true qi went, Liu Yi could sense the flow of blood and qi in Zheng Shi's body.

Liu Yi felt that Zheng Shi's blood and qi were very weak, and his breathing was not smooth. However, as his true qi flowed through Zheng Shi's body, the blood and qi immediately became more active. When it encountered blockages, Liu Yi's true qi would break through them. In a short while, Liu Yi's true qi had almost circulated throughout his entire body.

However, when the true qi reached his left thigh, it had no way to proceed.

He was injured in his left thigh. Liu Yi looked up just in time to see Huang Zheng lifting the blanket covering Zheng Shi, revealing his left thigh, which was simply bandaged with white cloth. It was already completely rotten, the originally white cloth had turned black, and there were clumps of black blood clots on it, emitting a nauseating odor that was unbearable to look at and made people cover their noses.

From the situation, his left thigh had completely necrotized, and the true qi could not penetrate it. Even a god could not save his leg. Fortunately, through the transmission of true qi, Liu Yi seemed to have activated his life force, making his breathing slightly stronger. For the time being, he should be able to hold on and would not be in immediate danger of death.

Of course, Liu Yi knew that without the true qi he had channeled into him, Zheng Shi would probably have been in a state of false recovery, and could have died at any moment.

"Can you move a bit? I need to take his pulse first," Zhang Shao said, already approaching the small bed. Seeing that Liu Yi was still holding Zheng Shi's hand, she gave him a glare.

She also thought to herself, he's just a little soldier, inexperienced. He's so nervous about getting someone to treat the injured, but he doesn't know that a doctor needs to take the pulse first. How can I take the pulse if he's holding the patient's hand?

"Oh..." Liu Yi quickly released Zheng Shi's large hand and moved to the side.

In fact, Liu Yi had already basically understood Zheng Shi's condition. Due to the necrosis of his left thigh, cold poison had invaded his body from the wound, causing a type of cold injury. Because he had not received treatment for a long time, he often sweated profusely from the pain and had lost a lot of blood, leading to qi deficiency, weakness, and severe coma. To save Zheng Shi's life, amputation was necessary, followed by a prescription to expel the cold poison from his body and gradually restore his health. It would take about one to two months for him to fully recover, but he would always have to rely on a cane to walk.

Liu Yi himself was a seriously injured little soldier. For a moment, he didn't know how to explain to everyone that he could also treat Zheng Shi. With this female doctor here, he thought it best to let her treat him and see if she could heal Zheng Shi.

After Liu Yi moved aside, Zhang Shao gently pulled up her wide sleeves, revealing her delicate fingers like spring onions, and slowly placed them on Zheng Shi's large hand hanging off the bed.

What a beautiful hand! Although Liu Yi had just caused a bit of a commotion with his eyes, he couldn't help but stare at the female doctor's hand. However, he didn't dare to swallow his saliva again. Of course, if possible, Liu Yi really wanted to grab this crystal-clear, jade-like hand and play with it.

"Ah, female doctor? Female imperial physician?" Zheng Shi, whose mental state had improved a bit, saw the female doctor approaching and suddenly pulled back his large hand, turning to Huang Zheng with an embarrassed look and said, "Brother Huang Zheng, can you get some water to wash my hands? My hands are dirty... and... men and women should not touch each other..."

"Female imperial physician?" Zhang Shao couldn't help but turn her head to look at Liu Yi, remembering that Liu Yi had called himself an imperial physician to Zheng Shi earlier. She blew a puff of the white veil covering her face and said to Zheng Shi in a gentle voice, "Brother, don't listen to Liu Yi's nonsense. I'm not an imperial physician; I just know a bit of mystic arts. I'm a doctor, and I don't have so many rules. Don't be like that, extend your hand so I can take your pulse and see if there's a way to treat your injury. I can't guarantee that I can cure your injury, though."

"Oh... then, you can take my pulse," Zheng Shi said, slowly extending his hand again, but a hint of doubt appeared on his face.

Liu Yi almost burst out laughing when he heard Zheng Shi talk about men and women not touching each other. He sighed inwardly, indeed, it was a feudal era... However, hearing the female doctor's gentle words to Zheng Shi, he couldn't help but curse her in his heart. Stupid! Didn't she realize that calling her an imperial physician was mainly to give Zheng Shi a mental boost? Zheng Shi knew that they were all doctors who had given up on him, and he had already lost hope. If a regular doctor came to treat him, would he have any confidence that the doctor could cure his injury?

In ancient times, everyone knew that imperial physicians treated the emperor and had the best medical skills. When a patient heard that an imperial physician was treating them, regardless of whether they could be cured in the end, it gave them hope for survival and confidence that they could be cured. Now, this female doctor was actually being modest in front of the patient, not understanding that to treat a patient, one must first give them confidence. Had she never treated anyone before?

Doctors, when talking among colleagues or in casual conversation, can be modest, but when facing patients, they must give them absolute confidence. At the very least, they must convey the confidence that they can cure the patient. Otherwise, if the patient doesn't believe in them, how can they cure the patient?

Zhang Shao placed her hand on Zheng Shi's wrist and took his pulse for a while. Suddenly, she lifted her head, her clear eyes showing disbelief, and said in surprise, "That's strange. This brother's pulse is very normal and strong. His body shouldn't have any major problems, but... his thigh... needs to be amputated."

Hearing the female doctor's words, Liu Yi felt a bit relieved. It confirmed that his Primordial Yang Divine Power was indeed effective, as just one stream of true qi had restored a seriously injured person's body to normal.

However, before Zhang Shao finished speaking and had not yet released Zheng Shi's wrist, she said in shock, "That's strange. This brother's breathing, why has it suddenly become weak again? Ah, his pulse is very irregular..."

"What?" Liu Yi was also startled. He saw that Zheng Shi's face had suddenly turned much darker, and the breathing that had just strengthened had suddenly become weak again. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

What was going on? Liu Yi quickly grabbed Zheng Shi's large hand and channeled another stream of true qi into him, but he found that the true qi he had previously channeled into Zheng Shi's body had disappeared completely, for some unknown reason.