"What is it?"
The man who was crying jumped up excitedly, his gaze fixed intensely on Qin Yaru as he asked urgently.
"It can only be a laparotomy," Qin Yaru sighed, speaking very seriously. "We need to operate on him, stitch up the damaged organs, and control the internal bleeding."
As soon as these words were spoken, the four men were stunned. One of them, who had a fiery temper, immediately frowned and shouted angrily, "At a time like this, Wife, don't joke around! What laparotomy? Isn't that asking for our Zhan Commander's life? No way, absolutely not!"
Another man also said angrily, "Zhan Commander is a person, not a piece of torn clothing. How can we just cut and sew him up?"
Qin Yaru closed her mouth and frowned. She understood their concerns. After all, laparotomies weren't unheard of; in her past life, she had heard of a doctor named Wang Yidao in Kaifeng who had performed surgery on a prince and successfully saved his life. From then on, he became famous in Kaifeng and was known as a miraculous doctor. However, that was an exception; ninety-nine percent of patients who underwent surgery either died from the operation itself or from postoperative infections.
Moreover, after that incident, she hadn't heard of Wang Da performing surgery on anyone else.
During the Song Dynasty, especially in the Northern Song period, medical practices were relatively advanced. However, when it came to injuries to internal organs, most doctors would consider it untreatable and would only prescribe herbal remedies. Who would dare to perform surgery?
So many renowned doctors wouldn't dare to do it; now here was Qin Yaru, a young woman barely twenty years old and still a Wife, suddenly claiming she could do it. How could anyone trust her?
Elder Ji did have some trust in Qin Yaru and frowned as he said, "A Qin is a sensible person. The method she used to save Bai Langjun was quite novel; perhaps she really can save Zhan Commander. You might as well let her try; after all, there are no other options."
The faces of the four men turned pale, but they stubbornly refused to agree. One man stood up and supported Zhan Yu while loudly saying, "Commander, let's return to the capital and ask the Imperial Physician to treat you."
Zhan Yu forced a bitter smile and grasped the man's hand weakly, shaking his head with difficulty. He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak; his lips were pale and he was nearly fainting.
Elder Ji sighed and said, "He's injured so severely that he can't be moved. He probably won't make it to the capital. Even if you ride back at full speed to summon the Imperial Physician, it will be too late."
The four men stood there dumbfounded, looking at each other in distress and unable to make a decision.
Just as they hesitated, Bai Yunsheng suddenly walked in through the door. The four men glared at him and angrily shouted, "Bai Yunsheng, what are you doing here? Haven't you caused enough trouble for our Zhan Commander?"
Bai Yunsheng paid no attention to them and called out loudly, "Consort Qin, can you really perform surgery and master the divine skills of Hua Tuo?"
Qin Yaru frowned and replied, "I wouldn't say I'm a master, but I have some confidence."
Bai Yunsheng's expression was calm as he nodded and smiled, "Since Consort Qin is confident, I can rest assured. Please test your skills on me first. If I survive, then you can treat Zhan Yu. I believe these gentlemen will have nothing more to say."
His demeanor was steady, and his words carried a sense of nonchalance, as if he were merely suggesting they share a meal rather than allowing Qin Yaru to operate on him.
However, upon hearing this, everyone in the room was left speechless. The four men were particularly dumbfounded, looking at Bai Yunsheng with a mix of disbelief and something akin to admiration.
Qin Yaru was also taken aback; her legs nearly gave way, and she wiped the sweat from her forehead in disbelief. "What are you saying? Do you really think performing surgery is a simple matter that can be done casually?"
Even in modern times, a simple appendectomy carries risks; in this era, even she would be apprehensive about performing surgery.
Bai Yunsheng frowned and said, "I am not afraid. I have always been strong and healthy; I will surely endure it. Please do not worry, Consort Qin. Just proceed."
The four men were stunned into silence, their earlier hostility forgotten. Although they found it hard to believe, there was an undeniable sense of gratitude in their gazes.
Bai Yunsheng made them feel uncomfortable as he turned his head to look steadily at Qin Yaru.
At that moment, one of the men snapped back to reality and quickly said, "There's no need for Bai Yunsheng to help. Consort Qin, why not try it on Zhou instead?"
Immediately, all four men scrambled to volunteer as test subjects. The commotion gave Qin Yaru a headache; she had to abandon her ladylike demeanor and slammed her hand on the table, coldly stating, "You don't need to fight over this; it's impossible! My medicine is very expensive. Many drugs cannot be produced under these conditions. Using even a little less is wasteful. Moreover, this experiment has no real significance. If you die during the surgery, Zhan Commander may not necessarily die; if you survive, he may not live either. Now I will say this: if we perform the surgery, there is a possibility Zhan Commander could survive; if we do not operate, he will undoubtedly die. You must decide quickly; the longer we delay, the lower his chances of survival."
The room fell silent instantly.
Perhaps it was the fright from Bai Yunsheng that made the four men much calmer this time, no longer expressing strong opposition. They gathered together, whispering for a while, watching Zhan Yu's condition worsen, increasingly indecisive.
Bai Yunsheng stood silently for a moment before suddenly saying, "Consort Qin, you should take action... and treat him."
The four men turned their heads in unison. Bai Yunsheng coldly said, "If you say another word, I will let you experience my Flying Shadow Sword."
The four of them gasped in shock. Seeing his cold expression and the murderous intent in his eyes, they immediately fell silent. None of them thought he was joking; after all, his notorious reputation in the capital was well-known even among officials.
When Qin Yaru saw that these people were not speaking, she took it as their tacit agreement and quickly instructed Elder Ji to prepare the operating room.
The current operating room could not be compared to the Twenty-First Century; they could only find a relatively bright room, spray disinfectant to sterilize it, set up more lights, and bring several polished copper mirrors.
Due to suspicions of severe internal bleeding in Zhan Yu and the lack of instruments to assess the extent of internal damage or how long the surgery would take, Qin Yaru felt it necessary to prepare for a blood transfusion.
This was not difficult. Seeing that these men were willing to die for Zhan Yu, they would likely not mind donating some blood. With Bai Yunsheng included, there were five people in total. As long as Zhan Yu did not have a rare blood type, finding compatible donors should be quite easy.
Sure enough, when Qin Yaru asked, although these men were anxious and sweating profusely, they gritted their teeth and agreed. Unfortunately, after testing, only Bai Yunsheng's blood type matched Zhan Yu's.
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