The Divine Doctor: The Daughter Of The Frist Wife
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Duan Mu Qing was a tyrant when he was in the North, but when he came to a place like the capital where powerful officials gathered, it was truly as Xuan Tian Ming had said. He was nothing more than a low fourth rank official. But no matter how low an official was, he was still the deputy head of that special administrative region. Everyone should give him face.
Unfortunately, Xuan Tian Ming did not belong to that group.
Duan Mu Qing also understood this. The position he had dared to show in front of the standard first-rate official, Feng Jin Yuan, was something he had absolutely no right to show in front of the ninth prince.
He realized this and quickly closed his mouth. He also stopped in his tracks and watched, as the two walked towards the inner courtyard.
Duan Mu Qing felt that something was wrong. After thinking for a while, he asked a servant by his side. "What was pushed by the waitress on the county side of princess Ji An?"
The waiter answered. "That's a wheelchair."
Another person with sharper eyes said. "It appears that the wheelchair belongs to His Majesty the ninth prince."
Duan Mu Qing was puzzled, "His legs have recovered. Isn't he already quite agile and active? Wouldn't pushing a wheelchair do something unnecessary? She ..." He spoke up to this point then seemed to remember something. He then stomped his feet and quickly followed the two men into the inner courtyard.
Right now, Xuan Tian Ye was lying on the bed. He could talk, and he could move his head and hands, and with a little effort, he could barely move his hands. But he couldn't roll over, and he couldn't lift his legs, so getting out of bed was even more impossible. Both of his knees were wrapped in white cloths with almost invisible bloodstains.
By his side, other than the servants, there was another person sitting there. The man looked to be in his early 30s, and he was wearing a long black robe. He was tall and his face was skinny. His face was gloomy the entire time, as he stared at Xuan Tian Ye's feet. He looks like a ghost.
Xiang Palace's servants weren't too close to him, but since they had to look after Xuan Tian Ye, they had to be in the same room as him. Looking at it with a heart, the servants in the room walked over while looking away. They didn't want to see that guy at all.
When Feng Yu Heng and Xuan Tian Ming entered the room, all the servants heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that as long as an additional person entered, there would be more positive energy in the room. But when they saw who exactly was coming, they quickly lost the relief they had just gotten.
The servants knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xuan Tian Ming and Feng Yu Heng. However, the black-robed person did not move. Even the third prince turned his head while lying on the bed. With anger and hatred in his eyes, he glared at the two. However, Feng Yu Heng accepted it with a smile. "Sister three, are you better?" It was as if he was chatting about his daily life, acting as if he was right with no injuries all over his body.
Xuan Tian Ye's chest rose and descended furiously, and the black-robed person finally spoke. "That's not good. You need to stay calm."
Feng Yu Heng squeezed and pushed then said. "Your internal organs have recovered quite well, but your bone care is not done in time. Even though you have a new knee, the technique is poor. New bones and joints cannot reach the optimal point of fusion. Even if you can recover to the point of bending your knees, it is impossible for you to stand up once again."
"That's impossible!" As Feng Yu Heng finished speaking, the black-robed person uttered an impossible word. He then immediately said. "I chose from between 30 sets of legs and decided on this set. This is the set closest to the original bone. There is also a great concern at the time of transplantation. There was no way His Majesty would never stand up again! Stop your bullshit!"
"Ck." Xuan Tian Ming rolled his eyes, sat down by himself and put on an expression as if he was watching a show.
Feng Yu Heng looked at the black-robed person and raised his brows "Phantom physician Song Kang?" He then snorted coldly. "The bones of 30 people who lived and experimented on for decades cause this kind of rate?" He looked at Xuan Tian Ye's knee then shook his head, saying. "Tripping up some success netting you the name of the ghost doctor. This county princess really thinks that you are an extraordinary person. Today, it seems like you're ordinary."
Ghost doctor Song Kang was stunned for a moment. A hint of excitement then surfaced on his face, as he looked at Feng Yu Heng and asked. "You're the county princess of Ji An's capital?"
Feng Yu Heng did not reply, as he also pulled up a chair and sat down beside Xuan Tian Ming. A waiter came, gave him a cup of tea. Sipping, he looked at Xuan Tian Ye's feet once more before slowly saying. "The wound was red and badly swollen, clearly infected."
Song Kang blinked and looked at Feng Yu expectantly, waiting for him to continue speaking.
Feng Yu Heng did not disappoint him, continuing. "The place is less sterile. This is the main reason for infection during surgery. I'll ask you, before you transplant the bones, did you change into a new outfit for this special occasion?"
Song Kang did not understand, but he still shook his head. He wore this set of robes all year and never replaced them.
"Then, do you skip your appliance through high temperatures to take care of it? Did you clean your hands?"
Song Kang shook his head once more, but he added. "I've cleaned my hands."
Feng Yu Heng, however, said. "Using water to wash it is useless." Looking again at the small tool on the table, it was clear that it was a primitive surgical tool. Unfortunately, they are too simple. If he was not someone who also worked in this field, he would not be able to recognize them at all. "What is this thing?"