Ch 20: Similar In Effect
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An arrow sliced through the air, carrying a fierce wind. Immediately afterward, a sharp, shrill scream echoed across the sky.
The young girl’s delicate back of her hand was instantly pierced by the arrow that came out of nowhere. Miss Meng Tingyue’s strength wasn’t great, but the arrow was sharp, and the young girl’s hand was instantly stained with blood.
Wei Li’s ears rang from the piercing cry, almost deafening him.
The young girl’s resentful words echoed in his mind, causing him to unconsciously loosen his grip, and the child in his arms fell to the ground.
Shen Yunheng’s brows furrowed slightly, and he said in a low voice to his subordinate beside him, “Take her away.”
The guard was swift and accurate, easily restraining the young girl’s struggling wound and carrying her away amidst her shrill cries.
Wei Li was still shaken, looking at the Crown Prince’s stern face, his voice trembling, “Your Highness…”
Shen Yunheng’s face was like frost, “Were you injured?”
Wei Li shook his head; he felt no pain.
He was still hesitant, “The child just now…”
At this time, Meng Tingyue had already bent down to pick up the slender silver needle on the ground. The needle’s tail was stained black, evidently from long-term immersion in poison. The neck is vulnerable; once the needle enters the body, if there is no antidote, Wei Li would probably not be able to last even a cup of tea.
That’s why Wei Li was completely unprepared and fell victim in his past life.
Great Zhou soldiers are most unguarded against children.
Shen Yunheng’s gaze fell on the silver needle at her fingertips. His face was icy, and he turned sharply, his cold eyes sweeping over the surrounding soldiers, “Guard all the remaining people and check them one by one…”
As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier ran over in a panic.
“Crown Prince, it’s not good! Some people have attacked and injured others!”
When Shen Yunheng and Meng Tingyue arrived at the scene, their ears were filled with the sounds of people gasping for air. In the air, the strong smell of blood and medicine mixed, vying to enter their nostrils.
Seven physicians were busy shuttling among more than twenty injured people.
“Your Highness, when the soldiers were helping the people clean up their houses, they were suddenly attacked with knives. Three physicians were also accidentally injured. My subordinate has ordered people to ride fast horses to the nearest city to summon more physicians.”
Ling Xiao’s voice was short and forceful, explaining the ins and outs in a few words.
“It will take two quarters of an hour to go and return. At their current rate of blood loss, they won’t last that long.” Meng Tingyue stared at the soldier’s wounds, her expression serious.
She went to the injured soldier, bent down to carefully examine his wounds, and lightly touched the injured area.
“Miss Meng, I’m fine, and men and women should not touch each other…” The soldier struggled, not allowing Meng Tingyue to examine him.
“Don’t move if you don’t want to die. There are no men and women in front of a physician.” Meng Tingyue’s tone was firm.
The soldier was taken aback.
After roughly examining the wound, she stood up, looked around, quickly spotted the medicine chest not far away, rushed over, picked it up, and searched for medicine and linen.
Minor wounds were simple; major wounds were slightly more difficult.
“A few people come to help.”
Ling Xiao glanced at Shen Yunheng, ran over, and tentatively asked, “Miss Meng, have you studied medicine?”
“I have a slight understanding.” Meng Tingyue didn’t stop, her head didn’t lift, “Find a few people to help.”
Ling Xiao wanted to ask a few more questions, but Meng Tingyue gave him a cold look, “If you think your questions are more valuable than human life, then continue asking.”
Having said that, Meng Tingyue had quickly cleaned the wound and skillfully began bandaging it.
Ling Xiao was instantly awestruck by her imposing manner. For a moment, he could only nod dumbly, and when he turned back to call for people, he subconsciously looked towards Shen Yunheng.
Shen Yunheng nodded.
“Needle and thread…”
After Meng Tingyue finished treating the minor wounds, she went to look at the large wound. The wound was large and needed to be sewn.
As she was muttering and preparing to get the needle and thread, a hand full of rough calluses and old scars was extended in front of her; the needle and thread seemed small in that large hand.
Meng Tingyue followed the hand to its owner, “Crown Prince.”
Shen Yunheng gestured for her to continue.
The needle and thread were wet, having been disinfected.
There was no anesthetic powder on hand; she could only sew it raw.
“Bear with it.”
The soldier lay on the ground, his consciousness hazy. He could no longer distinguish who was treating him and could only nod randomly.
Meng Tingyue held the needle, her lips slightly pursed, her expression serious. With every movement of her hand, she could feel the soldier’s body trembling in pain.
Shen Yunheng’s gaze fell on her skilled needlework, his eyes filled with surprise, his gaze deep as he looked at Meng Tingyue’s serious profile, full of inquiry.
“Done.” Meng Tingyue looked at the somewhat crooked stitches, and a thought struck her. Her hand was still unskilled; the stitching was too ugly.
Ling Xiao brought over a few meticulous soldiers. Meng Tingyue only glanced at them before withdrawing her gaze and went straight to the next injured person.
After checking the wounds and confirming that there was no poison, she directed, “There is no poison on the wounds. First, clean the wounds with clean water, then wipe away the blood, and apply the hemostatic powder…”
The steps were simple. They were only afraid that the wounds might be poisoned and dared not act. After Meng Tingyue’s examination and explanation, the few soldiers brought by Ling Xiao quickly applied medicine and bandaged the wounds.
Meng Tingyue personally handled the deep and large wounds.
When the hemostatic powder ran out, she took people to search the surrounding village for common hemostatic herbs like Small Thistle and Bloodroot. In a pinch, they could also use incense ash to stop bleeding.
When everything was done, the warm yellow morning light broke, and the bright sunlight fell on Meng Tingyue’s bright features, reflecting on the fine sweat on her face.
She rubbed her sore wrists, let out a long breath, and looked at the soldiers who were all out of danger. The tight string in her mind slowly loosened.
The other physicians were also sweating profusely, wiping their sweat with their sleeves.
Their gazes moved unanimously to the neatly sewn wounds, their eyes filled with admiration.
This skill couldn’t be achieved without years of practice.
“I wonder who your teacher is, Miss?” Several physicians came to Meng Tingyue.
Meng Tingyue smiled slightly, “I have no teacher; I am self-taught.”
“Looking at your needlework and orderly handling, Miss, you are quite young. Self-taught is no simple feat.”
“I did embroidery at home, and sewing wounds is quite similar to embroidery.” Meng Tingyue said humbly.
In Great Zhou, there was no law prohibiting women from studying medicine, but studying medicine was hard and tiring, and parents were unwilling to let their daughters study it, resulting in few female physicians.
Moreover, the Medical Dao is tedious and obscure. It is difficult even for men to learn on their own, let alone women. These physicians clearly didn’t believe it.
Meng Tingyue didn’t intend to explain further.
A physician said slowly, “I think you have a talent for the Medical Dao, Miss. If you haven’t found a teacher, you might consider my offer. I’m at…”
“Bah! Your abacus has already hit my face! Miss, you should consider me! I’m very skilled, too!”
“You…”
Several physicians scrambled to compete.
Meng Tingyue could only smile politely, “I don’t plan to take a teacher at the moment…”
Her voice was drowned out by their arguing.
The arguing made her head buzz, and once her tension eased, her limbs began to weaken.
She reached up and touched her cheek.
So hot.
She had a high fever.
Meng Tingyue’s brows furrowed slightly.
She couldn’t dissuade these physicians.
Meng Tingyue turned to look for Shen Yunheng.
She found Shen Yunheng only a few steps behind her. His very oppressive gaze fell on her without missing a beat, his eyes full of inquiry.
Meng Tingyue didn’t care how curious or suspicious he was. His curiosity showed that she had successfully attracted the Crown Prince’s attention, leaving a light yet noticeable mark in his heart.
“Crown Prince Brother…”
She walked towards the Crown Prince with unsteady steps; the scenery in front of her seemed to sway.
Before she lost consciousness, she fell into an embrace filled with a familiar scent.
Shen Yunheng looked at the unconscious woman in his arms.
“Meng Tingyue.”
Her skin was unnaturally hot to the touch; he furrowed his brows tightly.
Sure enough, she was a frail and delicate woman.
“Your Highness,” Ling Xiao was about to step forward and take Meng Tingyue from Shen Yunheng’s hands.
The next moment, his eyes widened uncontrollably.
His Highness… His Highness actually hugged a woman?!
His Highness is really going to blossom!
Ling Xiao was thrilled, but his expression was nonchalant.
