Rebirth of Poisoned Empress, by 颜若优雅

Chapter 88

"Alcohol. Cotton."

"Huh?" 

Weren't they using water and soft cloth?

The room of people were all perplexed. It was still Lei Zhen who reacted the fastest. He headed outside with Yaoguang in tow and the two were able to derive the materials Shen Liang requested. After disinfecting his hands, Shen Liang pulled out the silver needles. Swiftly, the needles were accurately and firmly inserted in Pei Yuanxian's body. The blood flow seemed to cease a certain degree and those who were watching couldn't help but be stunned.

"Hm...." the moment the cotton swab soaked in alcohol touched the wound, Pei Yuanxian, who had been in a coma, let out a cry of pain. Shen Liang's hand froze as he raised his gaze. 

He looked at Pei Yuanxian, "Endure it even if it hurts. It's what you asked for." After, he used the cotton to clean the wound. First, he swiped around the periphery of the cut before slowly approaching the depths of the wound.

It hurts just looking at the process. Tianshu and the others couldn't help but break into cold sweat. The Wangfei wasn't angry, was he?

"Suture needles." As the manor physician stated, the wound wasn't deep. The width was only about the length of a finger, but it bled profusely. Even with Pei Yuanxian's acupuncture sealed by the silver needles, there was still blood gushing out.

"... Alright..." did such a small wound still require suturing? No one could fault their shock. It wasn't that they didn't know how to suture wounds, but such a process was mostly reserved for severe wounds such as severed limbs. For such a small wound, normally no one would bother suturing it.

"Wangfei, do you need some anesthetic powder?" Yaoguang passed over the items Shen Liang requested as he stared at the duke's wound and asked tentatively. It must hurt.

"If you want your duke to die faster, feel free to bring it over," raising his gaze to look at him, Shen Liang sterilized the suture needles and thread. Yaoguang who had been given the cold shoulder by Shen Liang twice now felt like crying. He retreated with an aggrieved expression.

When he returned to the manor physician's side, the physician hurriedly whispered to him: "Commander Yaoguang must not know that with the Duke's condition, he can't use the powder. It would only worsen his blood lost."

When Yaoguang heard his explanation, he felt better. Tianshu and the others had garnered an understanding as well. But at they same time, they were also certain that Wangfei was very angry right now. Extremely so.

"Lei Zhen, hit his acupuncture point to prevent him from tossing and struggling. Find something to stuff in his mouth," after making the necessary preparations, Shen Liang passed another order again with a cold voice. Lei Zhen, who also had some medical background tapped Pei Yuanxian's acupuncture according to Shen Liang's instructions. After, he picked up a piece of clean white cloth and stuffed it into Pei Yuanxian's mouth roughly. When Tianshu and the others saw this, they couldn't help but feel distressed for their duke. Weren't these two people being too brusque with him?!

"Mmm..."

When the needles pinned and went through the skin, Pei Yuanxian, who had the cloth stuffed in his mouth, groaned in pain, even in the midst of his coma. Shen Liang proceeded as though he never heard. His movements fastened and before long, the wound was stitched.

"Medicine!"

"Wangfei, the medicine you asked for," the manor physician did not dare to linger as he handed over the small porcelain bottle. At that moment, he could not deny that he had misread the Wangfei. The Wangfei was not an ordinary person. His techniques of sterilizing and suturing surpassed many of his colleagues who had been in this field for decades. He empathized and could even sense the duke's pain as his wound was sutured with the needles.