Children of Loulan

After taking Hanguli's pulse meticulously, the imperial physician did not stop, but continued to put two fingers to the pulse of Hanguli's neck to feel for it. Then, he carefully opened Hanguli's eyelids and examined her eyes attentively; not only that, he also gently rolled up her trouser legs and carefully checked her ankles.

When the trouser legs were lifted up and Hanguli's swollen and bloody ankle was revealed to everyone, Dalton felt remorseful and covered her mouth with her hands - when they were in Kunning Palace, the palace maid had clearly told her that her young lady had injured her ankle, but she was only thinking about taking the young lady back as soon as possible and completely ignored the matter. After returning, she fell asleep in a daze because of a headache and dizziness!

Bayer, who was staring at the wound at this moment, also felt heartbroken and full of self-blame: the young lady was injured, and her sister fell asleep due to a head injury. He had been guarding the young lady for such a long time, so why didn't he think of checking on her body?

Neither of the two sisters expressed their inner self-blame and regret, because the most important thing now was not to disturb the imperial physician from treating the young lady's injuries!

After a more detailed and thorough examination, the imperial physician finally spoke slowly: "The wound on my beloved's body was not properly treated, so it has now become inflamed, causing high fever symptoms."

Bayer's face was full of worry, and he couldn't wait to ask, "Sir, what should we do now?"

The imperial physician took another look at Hanguli lying on the bed and replied, "First, I need to drain some blood from her, and then do further treatment on the wound. Miss, please go get some wine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bayer's face turned pale as paper, and his body began to tremble involuntarily. His voice was filled with obvious fear: "Sir, my beloved is already extremely weak. How can she bear the bloodletting?"

Upon seeing this, the imperial physician immediately realized that Bayer had misunderstood his meaning. He gently comforted her, "Miss, don't panic. The so-called bloodletting does not mean losing a lot of blood. Just use a silver needle to gently pierce the skin at the tips of Li Liangren's ears and squeeze out a small amount of blood. This will help lower the body temperature and relieve the symptoms."

After listening to the imperial physician's detailed explanation, Bayer's inner fear was slightly relieved, but he was still worried about Hanguli's condition.

She quickly followed the imperial physician's instructions to retrieve the wine, then stood quietly aside, her hands clenched, her palms full of sweat, her eyes fixed on the imperial physician's every move, fearing that anything might go wrong.

The imperial physician calmly took out several thin silver needles from the medical box he carried with him and slowly roasted them over the flame. When the silver needles were roasted to a slight red, the imperial physician carefully pinched one of them and gently inserted it into the tip of Hanguli's ear.

In an instant, a few drops of blood as bright as gemstones gushed out from the needle hole. The imperial physician was quick to pick up the cotton ball prepared at the side, gently pressed the bleeding spot, and wiped away the few drops of blood.

Then, the imperial physician continued to focus on Hanguli's injured ankle without any pause. He first poured out some strong liquor and carefully applied it around the wound to clean it thoroughly. The strong smell of alcohol filled the air, but the imperial physician's movements were still steady and skillful.

While the imperial physician was cleaning the wound, Hanguli, who was originally unconscious, suddenly frowned. Her red cheeks gradually became distorted, and cold sweat kept dripping from under her furrowed brows, as if she was in great pain.

Seeing the young lady in pain, Dal and Bayer felt their hearts wrenched, so they stood up together. Dal stepped forward to hold Hanguli's hand and wiped the sweat off her face, while Bayer stepped forward to gently blow on the wound on her ankle.

After the cleaning was completed, the imperial physician opened a small porcelain bottle, scooped out a spoonful of dark green herbal paste, and evenly applied it to the wound. This mysterious herb exuded a refreshing fragrance, as if it had magical healing power.

Finally, the imperial physician took a roll of white gauze, wrapped it around Hanguli's ankle, and tied a knot carefully. As he made each move, Bayer blew on the wound to relieve the pain of her young lady.

During the entire treatment process, Bayer kept a close eye on the imperial physician's every move. At the same time, her heart was filled with worry and uneasiness, fearing that Hanguli would feel uncomfortable or suffer more serious injuries due to any mistake. Whenever she saw Hanguli frowning slightly due to pain, Bayer's heart tightened.

Fortunately, after some intensive treatment, Hanguli's originally rapid and weak breathing began to become slow and steady, her flushed face gradually recovered a little, and she looked much better than before.

Seeing that Hanguli's condition gradually stabilized, the two sisters who had been anxiously guarding by her side finally breathed a sigh of relief, but they were still worried. After looking at each other, they knelt down and bowed to the imperial physician standing by the bed at the same time, kowtowing and saying with tears of gratitude: "Thank you very much, sir, for coming forward at the critical moment and saving my life!"

Looking at the two loyal and affectionate women in front of him, the imperial physician couldn't help but sigh: Such loyal servants are so rare! But he didn't show it too much.

Instead, he quickly stepped forward and said in a gentle voice, "Both girls, please stand up quickly. It is my duty as a doctor to treat patients and save lives. You should not treat me like this. Stand up quickly. I have a few words to say about Li Liang's condition."

When the two sisters heard that the imperial physician had more to say, they looked at each other, nodded, and then supported each other to stand up.

Dar looked at the imperial physician with concern and asked, "Sir, I wonder how my beloved is doing now..."

At this time, the imperial physician was concentrating on writing a prescription. When he heard Dahl's question, he paused for a moment, but did not stop writing. After a while, he replied while writing: "Ms. Li Liang is no longer in danger of death. The wound on her foot only needs to be cleaned and the dressing changed on time every day. There shouldn't be any big problems. It's just that..."

Having said this, the imperial physician suddenly stopped talking, picked up the prescription he had just written, and gently blew away the ink stain that had not yet completely dried.

His action made Bayer, who was standing nearby, very anxious. Her heart instantly rose to her throat. She muttered to herself, "Why is this imperial physician blowing the ink stain at this time? He only said half of his words. It was really frustrating!"

So she stepped forward hastily and asked impatiently, "Just what? I hope you can explain it clearly, sir!"

The imperial physician seemed to have anticipated Bayer's reaction. He slowly blew the prescription dry, then raised his head again, looking at the anxious Bayer in front of him, and said in a steady tone: "Although this skin injury is easy to treat, she was really frightened this time, and she has experienced similar situations twice before..."

After listening to what the imperial physician had not said, the two sisters both understood in their hearts that the young lady had been frightened twice before and had tortured her to the point that she had been unable to eat or sleep for two months!