You are unlucky and I am tough

Chapter 207: Surgery

He Zhou's injuries were very serious. Not only was he poisoned by the scorpion tail grass, but the wound on his leg had become inflamed and festered, and his calf bone was also injured. If he was not treated in time, his life would be in danger.

After closing the door, Cheng Shuang didn't dare to delay for a moment and bought everything she needed from the mall.

The safest method is to amputate directly, but He Zhou is so young, it would be a pity to lose a leg. There are artificial bones in the mall, so she can only take the risk and try bone transplant surgery. If it doesn't work, amputation is the only option.

She learned traditional Chinese medicine from her grandfather since she was a child, and then went to medical school to study Western medicine when she grew up, but this kind of surgery was still difficult for Cheng Shuang.

She was a little nervous, but there was nothing she could do at this moment.

He Zhou was still somewhat conscious, but he couldn't wake up. Fearing that he would wake up during the operation, Cheng Shuang did not first detoxify him from the scorpion tail grass. Instead, she gave him general anesthesia and first performed a debridement operation on the wound on his leg, removing the dead flesh on his leg one by one and unblocking the blood vessels.

After doing this, I started making incisions on the front of the calf to remove necrotic bone tissue.

The entire operation lasted nearly three hours. Cheng Shuang was fully focused and nervous throughout, fearing that there would be even the slightest mistake.

Wei Qinglang came in several times to check on the situation, helped wipe Cheng Shuang's sweat, and handed her tools to help.

After completing the last suture of the incision, Cheng Shuang breathed a sigh of relief and began to use silver needles to remove the scorpion tail grass poison from He Zhou's body.

Wei Qinglang helped put away those things that could not be shown to others, and then allowed Wei Nanxing, who had been anxiously waiting for several hours, to enter the room.

Smelling the bloody and medicinal odors that filled the room, Wei Nanxing anxiously asked Cheng Shuang, "Sister-in-law, how is my master?"

Cheng Shuang pulled out the last silver needle from He Zhou's head. "I've already taken care of his injuries and saved his leg. He probably won't wake up until tomorrow. He just needs to rest well."

Wei Nanxing looked at Cheng Shuang gratefully, his voice hoarse: "Sister-in-law, thank you... If it weren't for you, my master would have lost his life."

"We're all family, why are we saying this?" Cheng Shuang said. "He's your master, a man who truly loves you and taught you martial arts. I'll do my best to save him. Your most important task from now on is to take good care of him. His leg will need a long period of rehabilitation, at least two months before he can even walk."

This is still based on her unique recovery secret recipe, which includes taking medicine in the early stage, acupuncture in the middle stage, and applying medicine and Chinese medicine fumigation in the later stage. If the patient recovers well, he will be able to walk on crutches in two months, but it will take half a year to a year to recover as before.

Wei Nanxing nodded seriously, "Yes, I will definitely take good care of you."

Cheng Shuang walked out of the room with a tired look on her face. It was already half dark outside and the lanterns in the yard were already lit.

The rest of the family members were also in the yard, and when they saw her come out, they surrounded her.

Cheng Pan went up to support her, "Sister, you don't look well, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

Wei Xinyi also came over, took Cheng Shuang's hand, and asked eagerly, "Is Uncle He okay?"

Cheng Shuang touched her head: "It's okay."

Then he looked at the others and said, "You all know that He Zhou is Nanxing's master. Something happened to him and he will have to recuperate in our house for a while. Please don't tell anyone about this."

Several sisters nodded to show that they understood, and Cheng Guqiu also said, "Don't worry, we will definitely not tell anyone."

"Come and have something to eat."

Wei Qinglang came out of the kitchen with a bowl of steaming Zhuangyuan Jidi porridge in his hand. Compared with the one in Taibai Tower, it contained more chopped mushrooms.

This was made by Wei Qinglang under the instruction of Cheng Gu Qiu while Cheng Shuang was treating He Zhou. The ingredients were fresh pig offal that Aunt Peng bought at the county lunch market. It had been stewed for almost an hour and was kept warm on the stove over charcoal fire.

From last night until now, Cheng Shuang had only eaten two buns when she left the city this morning. She was so hungry that she was almost dizzy.

As soon as I smelled the aroma, my stomach started growling.

She quickly ran over and stretched out her hand, "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me quickly, I'm starving."

She took the bowl of porridge and sat down at the stone table. The mellow and soft porridge took a sip. The temperature was just right. After a few mouthfuls, Cheng Shuang felt like she was coming back to life.

Wei Qinglang poured her a cup of tea and said, "Have some water."

Then he said to Wei Xinyi, who was hunched over the table, drooling over Cheng Shuang's bowl of porridge, "It's in the kitchen. Go get it yourself. Everyone will have this porridge for dinner tonight."

This porridge has been stewed for a long time. Because it was made for Cheng Shuang, she was not done yet. The other people in the family smelled the fragrance and were so greedy that no one ate it first.

As soon as Wei Qinglang finished speaking, Wei Xinyi jumped up happily and ran to the kitchen.

"Slow down, I'll serve you some food. Don't burn yourself." Cheng Guqiu followed behind.

Soon the whole family had started eating, and everyone was holding a bowl of porridge and praising the food.

Wei Qinglang also brought a bowl of porridge and sat next to Cheng Shuang. Cheng Shuang was already eating her second bowl, and halfway through her meal her eyelids began to droop due to sleepiness.

Last night, in order to "steal someone" at He Mansion, she slept for less than an hour, then left the city at daybreak and rode back on horseback for two hours, then performed surgery for nearly three hours, and now she was extremely sleepy.

But she still forced herself to tell herself that she couldn't sleep. After satisfying her stomach, she had to take a shower. She had to take a shower because her body was dirty before she could get enough sleep.

Wei Qinglang looked at her with both heartache and amusement, and said softly, "Eat slowly, and go to sleep for a while after you finish. I'll wake you up and take a shower after an hour."

Cheng Shuang yawned and said firmly, "No, I'll go wash it after I finish eating."

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door. Cheng Pan ran to open the door and shouted, "It's the village head grandfather."

Wei Qinglang hurriedly stood up and invited everyone to sit down at the table, but Cheng Shuang was too lazy to move. She propped up her head and said weakly, "The village head is here. Would you like some porridge?"

Cheng Lizheng smiled as he sniffed the unique aroma, "What delicious food have you guys cooked? I heard from the villagers today that you picked up some snails last night and fried them at home. They were really delicious. You can make anything delicious in your hands."

Wei Qinglang replied, "It's porridge made with processed pig offal. Let's have some together, Mr. Village Chief."

Qiuyan tactfully went into the kitchen, quickly served a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of Nian Zheng.

"Hmm, not bad." Cheng Li was smelling the aroma and couldn't resist trying it out of curiosity. "This porridge is really fresh. You two are really amazing. You can make porridge so delicious even with just pig offal."

After taking a few bites, Cheng Lizheng put down the bowl and said, "Qinglang, I came here today to ask you, after the villagers pickle the mustard greens, if we find a restaurant to collect them, according to your experience, how many restaurants would be needed to eat all the food in the village?"

"Why are you asking these questions suddenly?" Wei Qinglang was puzzled.

"Some people in the village are worried that they won't be able to sell the salt they pickled too much. After all, salt is not cheap, so they come to ask me what to do if they can't sell it!"

"Don't worry about that. The Taibailou family can eat up all the fish we have in our village." Wei Qinglang said, "In fact, Cheng Shuang and I have already made an agreement with the owner of Taibailou not long ago. They will come to the village to collect the fish. They have many branches and can eat as much as they want. The village head told the villagers to pickle them without worry and sell them."

"So you guys have everything arranged."

Cheng Lizheng looked apologetic. "You provided the seeds, taught us how to make pickled cabbage, and bought the village hilltops, giving each household a share of the profits. Life has improved for everyone in the village. I didn't expect you to help the villagers find buyers for their pickled cabbage. I want to thank you on behalf of everyone."

Cheng Li was about to stand up and bow when Wei Qinglang reached out to stop him.

"You don't have to be so polite, Mr. Lizheng. We are all from the same village. We just need to live a good life together from now on."

Cheng Lizheng nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, let's live a good life together."

After saying that, they both noticed something unusual beside them and looked over. They saw Cheng Shuang still holding a spoon in one hand, and her body was slowly falling to the side.

Wei Qinglang was startled and quickly stretched out his arm to catch it.

I looked down and saw that he had fallen asleep.

"What happened? Why are you so sleepy?" Cheng Lizheng was surprised.

"I didn't sleep well last night." Wei Qinglang said in a very soft voice, "I'll carry him back to the room first."

The others were also shocked. How could he fall asleep while sitting?

Wei Qinglang took the spoon from her hand, then carefully picked her up sideways.

Cheng Pan ran to help open the door. He carried Cheng Shuang into the room, gently put her on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.

As soon as she touched the bed, Cheng Shuang turned over to face outside, rubbed her body against the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

Wei Qinglang reached out and gently brushed away the strands of hair on her face. He sat by the bed for a while before getting up and leaving.

Cheng Guqiu and others were washing snails in the yard. They had picked up three large basins of them during the day. They washed them and prepared to fry them early the next morning and take them to the county market to set up a stall. Cheng Lizheng went over to take a look out of curiosity and asked a few questions about what they were going to do.

When I found out they were going to sell the snails at a stall, I didn't ask any more questions. I just reminded them that although no one wants snails, if they go to the next village to pick them up, they still have to ask the village head to avoid conflicts.

Wei Qinglang also didn't sleep last night. After seeing Cheng Lizheng off, he was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping. He simply washed up and prepared to go to bed.

I returned to the room and was about to make the bed, but after thinking it over I gave up and walked around the screen to the bed.

The person on the bed was sleeping so soundly that even thunder probably wouldn't wake him up.