The Koi Wife of the Prime Minister

At this time, Song Yunfeng noticed this scene. He took a clean and soft handkerchief from Aunt Zhao's hand with gentle movements, as if treating the most exquisite work of art, and gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on Shen Yan's forehead. Although this operation did not involve life-threatening danger, it was an extreme test of the doctor's patience and meticulousness. Every movement had to be extremely precise, so that even the air seemed to become heavy. The silence in the room made people even breathe lightly unconsciously, for fear of disturbing the concentration.

In such a solemn atmosphere, after a quarter of an hour of difficult searching, Shen Yan's fingertips finally touched the fragile and important broken nerve. The edge of its broken part had already turned slightly bruised, indicating the urgency of the treatment. "Bring me the No. 1 tweezers." Her voice was calm and low, and each word carried a weight that could not be ignored. The work of nerve docking is not only a huge mental consumption, but also an endless tempering of will. Its difficulty is even greater than finding a needle in a hair.

"Hand over knife number four." Once again, Shen Yan's scalpel gently slid across the skin and flesh on the front of the knee, creating a fine channel to prepare for the subsequent saphenous nerve extraction. The sweat was wiped away countless times, and time seemed to have lost its fluidity at this moment. Only Shen Yan's back was still firm, like a sculpture. Although her body was extremely tired, the light in her eyes did not dim at all.

Song Yunfeng never took his eyes off her for a moment, his heart was filled with deep admiration and heartache for Shen Yan. He knew that behind this extraordinary concentration was a challenge to both body and mind. Every breath had to be taken carefully, even the blink of an eye became a luxury, her mind seemed to be integrated into the operation, reaching a state of oblivion. Song Yunfeng thought to himself, was she also pulled back from the brink of life and death that day?

Next, Shen Yan began to carefully suture the outer layer of the nerve. Thanks to the fact that the injured part was not one of those tiny nerves that were hard to catch, and the diameter was seven or eight millimeters, the operation was able to proceed smoothly. Otherwise, the long-term high-intensity visual work might have overwhelmed her eyes. Time passed slowly during the long suture. Finally, after countless careful checks and confirmations, she began to suture the skin. "The operation is over." With these words, the tension that had been accumulated in the room for a long time seemed to be released, and the instruction of "prepare for disinfection" followed closely.

Shen Yan was finally able to straighten her back and exhale deeply. The relaxation of her body made the long-accumulated fatigue surge into her heart like a flood. Jiang Zhen quickly and skillfully used saline to disinfect and evenly sprinkled the medicine to ensure the cleanliness of the wound. Song Yunfeng wiped the sweat off Shen Yan's forehead again. Shen Yan realized that the person who had been taking care of her silently was Song Yunfeng.

"Are you done?" His words came softly, with a caring and gentle tone.

"We need to put on a plaster to ensure the stability of the leg." Shen Yan replied, her tone calm but unable to hide her fatigue. After Jiang Zhen sorted everything out, Shen Yan took out a long bandage, carefully wrapped it around the calf, and then began to mix the plaster powder. Every step seemed so professional and calm.

When Jiang Zhen asked whether the wooden board could be used, Shen Yan gave a negative answer: "Although the wooden board may seem simple, its stability is crucial for initial recovery." Jiang Zhen said no more and just carefully imitated Shen Yan's every move, carefully applying the plaster on the patient's leg. Following the instructions, he paid special attention to the treatment behind the knee, striving to make it both stable and comfortable.

"It's done. It will be dry and hard in about an incense stick of time, and then we can safely transfer the patient to the bed to recuperate. You take care of him here, I need to rest for a while." Shen Yan's words were full of fatigue, but he still gave clear instructions.

The extreme fatigue made Shen Yan almost unable to move. She barely washed her hands, supported her aching back with her hands, and looked at Yuanyuan who was standing upright beside her, with both praise and encouragement in her eyes. She patted Yuanyuan's head gently, her tone was gentle and full of strength: "Your performance is already very good for the first time facing such a scene." Yuanyuan's performance exceeded expectations. She was neither panicked nor evasive. It was obvious that she had the potential to become an excellent doctor.

Turning around and looking at Song Yunfeng, who was pale and had obviously reached his physical limit, Shen Yan's brows revealed a bit of heartache and blame: "Do you think your body recovers too quickly and you don't know how to cherish it? Go and rest quickly, don't let me say it again!" Song Yunfeng had accompanied her silently for nearly four hours. Hearing this concern that was almost an order, he did not feel the slightest bit of displeasure in his heart. Instead, a warm current surged up in his heart, and he obediently followed Shen Yan's footsteps and left.

Before leaving, Shen Yan did not forget to ask Aunt Zhao to prepare a bowl of warm angelica soup for Song Yunfeng to help him recover his strength. Then she no longer cared about other chores and went straight back to the room. As soon as she touched the bed, she fell into a deep sleep, leaving only the sunshine and tranquility outside the door.

In her dream, it seemed as if gentle hands were massaging her waist and back, with just the right amount of force, relieving her tense muscles and bringing a hint of comfort. She didn't have time to enjoy her lunch, and slept until the sun set. When she woke up, she was already extremely hungry.

Pushing open the door and stepping into the courtyard, she was greeted by Yuanyuan's crisp call. "Sister-in-law, you're awake!" Yuanyuan was tending to a homemade cylindrical stove in the courtyard, and the flames were dancing happily under her care.

Shen Yan walked over curiously, looked around the stove, and nodded approvingly: "Is this a teapot? It's made quite well, but the handle is a little short. Be careful not to burn your hands when you lift it." Yuanyuan proudly told Shen Yan that this kettle boils water very quickly and she has successfully boiled a pot of hot water.

"Yan Yan, come here." Song Yunfeng stood at the door of the main hall, the afterglow sprinkled on his face, adding a bit of warmth and softness to him. Shen Yan walked to his side, and then she found that besides Feng Shaoling, there was also a middle-aged man with a long beard and a warm face sitting at the table in the main hall. Song Yunfeng suddenly stretched out his fingers and gently pinned the scattered hair on her cheeks behind her ears. His movements were gentle and delicate, like spring breeze and rain, which caused subtle waves in Shen Yan's heart.

Feng Shaoling's eyes were full of surprise, as if he had seen something unbelievable, while the middle-aged man smiled, warming people's hearts like the sunshine in spring. Shen Yan stepped back slightly without making a sound, trying to keep a certain distance from them, pretending that everything was normal, but she felt mixed emotions in her heart.