Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

At this moment, Pang Xingji's face was completely bloodless, and he was grimacing in pain. To prevent himself from screaming, he could only bite his arm.

Lin Ping glanced at Pang Xingji out of the corner of his eye and muttered to himself: Even Guan Yu's bone-scraping treatment back then wasn't this bad!

To be honest, Lin Ping admired this kind of tough guy behavior. While Da Niu and the others were looking for sheep intestines, he applied some white powder to Pang Xingji's wound.

Before long, Pang Xingji felt some numbness in his wound, and the pain was greatly reduced, allowing him to calmly observe Lin Ping's every move.

This white powder was leftover anesthetic powder from the last surgery on Wang Xiao'e. As a professional doctor, Lin Ping had to carry it with him at all times, and now it finally came in handy again.

"The sheep intestines are here."

Li Mingxuan rushed over, carrying a piece of blood-dripping sheep intestine in both hands. He naturally knew how urgent the situation was.

Lin Ping used a special scalpel to scrape off the fat from the sheep intestines, and then used the magnifying function of his left eye to cut off an extremely thin strip of sheep intestine.

"Your Highness, Master Li of the Paradise Hall has arrived."

The soldier in charge of inviting Xiong Qitian said urgently. On horseback was a middle-aged man in his forties, carrying an old wooden box, and he looked somewhat flustered.

This man is named Li Yongnian, the second-in-command of the Paradise Hall. He is especially skilled at treating external injuries. There are even rumors that his medical skills are no less than Xiong Qitian's. Therefore, if Pang Xingji can invite Li Yongnian, his chances of survival will be several times greater.

Along the way, the soldiers rode at full speed, while also giving a general overview of Pang Xingji's situation.

Li Yongnian's expression changed drastically. He knew what this way of spitting blood meant, and he had watched helplessly as the wounded died.

Although this matter is somewhat distant, and Li Yongnian's medical skills have improved over the years, he still has little confidence. Moreover, he knows that such injured people will die within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Therefore, in Li Yongnian's view, Pang Xingji should be dead by now.

However, after he dismounted, he found that Pang Xingji was staring blankly at a young man.

"Master Li, please save our general at once!"

A soldier knelt on the ground and pleaded desperately.

In the soldiers' eyes, Jia Zhi's medical skills were superb, but now even Jia Zhi was helpless, which was enough to show that Pang Xingji's injuries were serious. No one expected that Lin Ping, that spendthrift son, could play a role, and all their hopes were placed on Li Yongnian.

"Dr. Li, Pang Xing's guitar..."

Jiang Yunying greeted him respectfully, but her brows were furrowed, as if she had something to say.

Jiang Yunying, being well-informed, did not believe that Lin Ping was bluffing; his serious expression could not lie.

Regardless of whether Lin Ping could save Pang Xingji, he genuinely wanted to save Pang Xingji.

Jiang Yunying hadn't had much hope to begin with, but the other person's skillful technique and meticulous process clearly indicated that he was a renowned doctor in the medical field, which gave Jiang Yunying renewed hope.

Therefore, she didn't want Li Yongnian to interrupt Lin Ping, but she was also too embarrassed to say it directly, lest she embarrass him.

As a renowned doctor, Li Yongnian's mind was entirely on the injured. He had initially thought that Pang Xingji had bled to death, but seeing him lying safely on the ground, a glimmer of hope rekindled, and various treatment methods came to mind.

Just as a complicated treatment plan was taking shape in his mind, he was suddenly interrupted by a thought. Li Yongnian asked in confusion: How did you stop the bleeding from General Pang's wound?

Over the years, Li Yongnian has devoted himself to researching methods for treating severe wounds and has achieved many results, but he cannot immediately stop the bleeding of the injured.

Li Yongnian's questioning gaze gradually shifted to Pang Xingji, and he inadvertently noticed Lin Ping, who was engrossed in his work.

At this moment, Lin Ping was holding an extremely thin silver needle and heating it over a flame, naturally to sterilize it. He regretted not producing more high-purity distilled spirits back then, and could only use high temperature sterilization.

Li Yongnian cautiously took two steps closer, holding his breath and concentrating, afraid that his breathing would disturb Lin Ping, and carefully watching the other's every move.

Next, Lin Ping used the effect of his left eye to thread the catgut into the eye of the needle.

Then, the two ends of the artery were straightened, and the suturing operation finally began.

Seeing Lin Ping pierce Pang Xingji's artery with a silver needle, Li Yongnian was startled and thought to himself: He actually used veins as cloth to sew them up? This is simply outrageous!

Li Yongnian tried several times to stop Lin Ping, but felt that his meticulous attitude was not a joke, so he patiently continued to watch.

Lin Ping's next performance amazed everyone.

The blood vessels, which were less than the thickness of a little finger, were seamlessly connected by Lin Ping, and the even and fine stitches were not even visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Yunying blushed, muttering to herself: "My husband's needlework is truly... unbelievable."

As the saying goes, a gentleman keeps away from the kitchen, let alone needlework. Even if Lin Ping's embroidery is famous throughout the world, she will not receive a single word of praise, and may even be despised by some literati.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the artery had been sutured, and Lin Ping breathed a sigh of relief. At this point, the surgery was more than halfway over.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Ping switched to a thicker silver needle and threaded a cotton thread through its eye.

The surgical sutures used to suture the external skin and flesh must be strong so that the wound does not burst open.

Lin Ping carefully removed the hemostat and waited for a long time without finding that the sutures of the blood vessels had burst open before he felt relieved and finally began to suture the external skin and flesh of Pang Xingji.

As the silver needles pierced through the flesh, everyone felt pain and their hearts clenched involuntarily, yet they dared not disturb them.

"How can it still be like this!"

Li Yongnian nodded in sudden realization, feeling as if he had wasted the last forty years of his life, his painstaking medical studies being utterly worthless in the eyes of this young man.

The suturing of the skin and flesh does not require particularly meticulous attention, and it can be completed in a short time.

At the same time, Lin Ping finally felt relieved, and his arrogant state of mind suddenly dissipated. Only then did he realize that a pair of surprised eyes were staring at him.

He didn't need to care about other people's opinions, but what did this old man's admiring look mean? Did he want to become his apprentice?

What did Yunying mean by kissing that unpredictable face?

Could it be that you are pleased to see my superb medical skills, but also worried about them?

"I'm a complete spendthrift! How can I neglect my proper job to treat and save lives?" Lin Ping suddenly panicked, his hands trembling.

If Jiang Yunying were to redefine herself, wouldn't she be expelled from the City Lord's Mansion?

"No, no, no..."

Lin Ping shook his head hurriedly, and finally came up with a plan. He plunged the silver needle deep into Pang Xingji's thigh, more than two inches deep.

The anesthetic was applied around the wound, while the silver needles were inserted deep inside.

Pang Xingji immediately winced in pain and let out a miserable scream.

Lin Ping nodded in satisfaction, puffed out his chest, raised his head, and said coldly, "I can't save your life for nothing. From now on, you'll be my dog. You'll have to obey my every command, serve me tea and water, kneel down and kowtow three times to admit your inadequacy, and kowtow three times to my wife to repent for disrupting military discipline."

After speaking, Lin Ping pinched two silver needles between his fingers and rotated them a few times inside Pang Xingji's flesh, causing another scream.