CHAPTER 72: 72: IS THERE STILL HOPE FOR HIM (PART 3)_1

The herbal ingredients had all been processed and mixed with alcohol. Given the limited conditions, Dong Huiying could only resort to some rudimentary methods.

"Liang Zhichen, pour it into him!"

Zhi Chen furrowed his brows momentarily, but then obediently did as told.

He couldn’t understand anything she was doing, and with his younger brother injured to such an extent... In truth, he had already prepared for the best and worst in his heart! That was why his entire demeanor seemed, even more than usual, deeply melancholic.

His spine remained straight, like a flagpole, unyielding and unbent, but his hands were shaking, and his heart was quivering. He believed that Haoming and Yixuan were feeling exactly the same way!

And at this moment, she was the only one in the entire house who remained calm!

She was the only one who didn’t give up!

She was the only one, her eyes clear and bright, as if she had never despaired, as if hope had always been there, just unnoticed by them.

Saving a life was like putting out a fire, and the alcohol mixed with herbal medicine was poured into Shujun’s mouth.

Because the medicinal alcohol was flowing too quickly, it choked Shujun, who coughed violently in his coma. Dong Huiying pinched his neck, and he quieted down again, unconsciously swallowing the liquid.

Dong Huiying used the alcohol to sterilize her hands, then turned back to look at the Liang brothers. "Is there a smaller knife in the house? The blade must be thin!"

Somehow, a sickly figure, who had been supporting himself against the wall and taking slow, laborious steps, had made his way to Dong Huiying’s room at an extremely sluggish pace, now leaning against the wall and breathing lightly, his body seemingly drained. Yet, compared to the severely wounded and blood-lost Liang Shujun, he looked paler.

This person was Second Brother Liang, Liang Shuyu!

However, right now, Shujun’s injury was the most pressing matter, and Dong Huiying didn’t pay much attention to Shu Yu.

Zhi Chen watched her intently, "Do you know medical skill?"

Dong Huiying was taken aback for a moment, then her small brows furrowed. "Do you not trust me? But Liang Shujun’s injury can’t be delayed. If you want him to live, do as I say. I don’t have the time to explain right now, so! I need some tools, like a smaller knife, with a thinner blade preferably. Also, I need clean cloth, and tweezers... forget it, there definitely aren’t any tweezers. I’ll figure out if something else can be used instead..."

She muttered to herself, frowning slightly.

The Liang brothers exchanged glances, and finally, without a word, Zhi Chen stepped past Haoming and Yixuan, producing a package from somewhere.

The moment Yixuan saw it, recognition dawned on him.

This object had a long history. He had heard his eldest brother say that their father had prepared it for them as a dowry before he passed away when they were children — a dagger so sharp it could cut through iron as if it were mud!

......

Dong Huiying had taken nearly three quarters of an hour, which is more than an hour, to finally finish the surgery.

However, this was due to the limited tools and conditions. Otherwise, for an injury like Shujun’s, she would have needed only about fifteen minutes to handle it. Wouldn’t it be a disgrace to her reputation as the Divine Doctor if otherwise?

Before starting the surgery, Dong Huiying had already assigned tasks.

Yixuan was a very considerate person. She let Yixuan be her assistant, to hand her tools, wipe her sweat, and so on. Haoming was in charge of boiling water. Zhi Chen stayed on standby. As for Shu Yu... forget it, he was still sickly, panting and out of breath; she dared not overwork him.

So Shu Yu’s task was simply to slowly drag a stool over, remain quiet, and observe the progress.

"It’s done."

Dong Huiying let out a sigh of relief, and on the bed, Shujun was covered in stitches.