Looking at these people whose eyes had turned red with anxiety, Qi Yue felt both urgent and sad.

“It’s not because of that,” she had to raise her hands and shout loudly to overpower the chaotic shouting.

“Then why?” the Prince of Marquis Dingxi asked.

“This medicine,” Qi Yue grabbed all the anesthetic medicine bottles and held them up for them to see. “It’s used to eliminate pain during surgery, and now it’s all used up…”

At this point, she laughed again.

“There was still some left, but you used it for experiments…” she said, looking at Yuan Bao nearby. “It shows that those who harm others will inevitably harm themselves…”

“Cut the fucking nonsense!” the Prince of Marquis Dingxi suddenly roared, his expression instantly becoming gloomy.

Since he had come to this Qianjin Hall, he had always maintained a calm demeanor, even when cutting people down he had smiled. This was the first time he showed such a stern expression, and swearing at that – swearing at a woman…

This roar made everyone’s hearts skip a beat in the great hall. They already knew this man’s status was not low – he was the Prince of Marquis Dingxi, the premier noble family of Yongqing Prefecture! Let alone cursing at someone, even if he killed someone, no one would dare do anything to him.

“Prince…” A’Ru’s tears flowed out, and she knelt down with a thud, kowtowing.

“What the hell are you shouting for? You still have the nerve to curse at me?” Qi Yue slammed the medicine bottle in her hand onto the table with a snap. She didn’t cover her face and cry as everyone expected, but instead raised her eyebrows and glared at him angrily, “You reap what you sow – you deserve it!”

The hearts of everyone in the hall that had just returned to normal immediately stopped again, and A’Ru was so frightened that she even stopped crying.

“You…” the Prince of Marquis Dingxi stared at her, his face dark with storm clouds, veins gradually bulging on his forehead.

“Am I wrong?” Qi Yue didn’t back down at all, staring back at him. What kind of family members hadn’t she seen? What kind of medical troublemakers hadn’t she encountered? When treating patients, this was the doctor’s territory – she wouldn’t be easily controlled by others! Afraid of you?! As if!

“Alright, stop arguing,” a man shook his head and said, reaching out to hold back the Prince of Marquis Dingxi while giving Qi Yue a gentle smile. “Miss, without this medicine, can the surgery really not be performed?”

“Of course not. You have to understand that needles and thread are used to sew blood vessels, flesh, and skin together – how painful that would be! Without anesthetics, a person simply cannot endure it.” When someone gives me a smile, I naturally give them a smile back. Qi Yue’s expression softened as she spoke, then sighed, thinking of something as she looked at the eldest disciple. “Oh, by the way, do you, do you have anesthetics?”

“Anesthetics?” The eldest disciple’s expression was conflicted.

“What do you call them? Mafeisan or something?” Qi Yue asked. “The kind that Hua Tuo and Li Shizhen invented…”

“I know Hua Tuo, but who is Li Shizhen?” the eldest disciple asked.

Qi Yue was speechless.

“Never mind who he is. Your Chinese medicine should also have anesthetic drugs – quickly give them to him,” she waved off the question and said hurriedly.

“We have never had the fortune to see the Mafeisan created by the divine physician Hua Tuo. Now we only have Sleeping Saint Powder – I wonder if that would work?” a voice came from outside.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

“Master,” the apprentices of Qianjin Hall immediately called out with joy on their faces.

This was an elderly man of about fifty, with graying hair and beard, wearing a long robe, with a kind face. This was the owner of Qianjin Hall, Liu Pucheng.

No one knew when he had been standing there – everyone had been attracted by Qi Yue’s situation and no one had noticed.

As Liu Pucheng spoke, he stood up from beside Yuan Bao, pulling down his sleeve, having obviously just examined Yuan Bao’s wound.

“You’re back?”

“Master, when did you return?”

The disciples all crowded over to greet him.

“Let’s not talk about that now – saving someone is urgent,” Liu Pucheng waved his hand to stop his disciples’ chatter, stepping forward as he spoke. “Miss, would you like to try it?”

Qi Yue looked at the old man and nodded.

With the old man’s return, all the apprentices in the hall had a backbone, and they quickly brought medicine according to his instructions.

Qi Yue stopped the blood transfusion and watched the old man personally feed the injured person the medicine, then waited for the medicine to take effect.

“Miss, please try it,” Liu Pucheng said, stepping aside.

Not knowing if it would work, Qi Yue took a deep breath and cut open the bandage.

The bloody wound still made A’Ru panic, and she quickly turned her gaze away.

Qi Yue held scissors and slowly approached the necrotic tissue. As the scissors moved, the injured person suddenly let out a scream, but he quickly gritted his teeth and endured it, though his whole body was already trembling uncontrollably from pain.

Qi Yue gritted her teeth and cut away this piece of tissue, then picked up the needle holder and slowly pierced a blood vessel…

The cries of pain could not be suppressed, and the injured person’s whole body convulsed.

“No good, no good,” Qi Yue put down the needle and tweezers, shaking her head and shouting.

Only then did everyone witness how painful it was, and they couldn’t help but look at Yuan Bao nearby, remembering that when he was being sutured earlier, he had seemed like nothing was wrong.

“Such powerful anesthetics…” someone couldn’t help but murmur, looking at the empty bottles that Qi Yue had thrown aside and that had rolled to the floor.

With the previous actions, plus the removal of the bandage tourniquet’s constraint, blood began flowing from the injured person’s wound again.

“Indeed, it won’t work,” Liu Pucheng’s face also showed disappointment. “It was said that when the divine physician Hua Tuo performed abdominal surgery to save people, one bowl of Mafeisan would make them feel no pain at all. It seems this was true, but unfortunately it’s been lost…”

Qi Yue’s face was full of dejection. Without equipment, she was like being deaf and blind. Without medicine, she was like having no hands or feet – completely useless…

Dad, I’m really completely useless…

Dad, away from those instruments, away from that environment, I really can’t do anything…

“Doctor…” the injured person called out weakly. “It’s alright, I can endure it. Get me a stick to bite on – as long as I don’t bite my tongue, I can endure it. Don’t worry about me, just continue sewing…”

“It won’t work. This pain isn’t something you can endure just by wanting to…” Qi Yue crouched down in front of him, her voice low.

Crouching down, she saw the injured person’s appearance clearly for the first time. He was still very young, probably only seventeen or eighteen years old. People in ancient times really matured early – seventeen or eighteen years old in her time would still be students protected by society.

“The doctor is so beautiful – isn’t there a saying that beauty is a feast for the eyes? Looking at the doctor, I can forget the pain,” the injured person grinned, showing two rows of white teeth.

No one expected him to say this. Everyone was first stunned, then couldn’t help but laugh, except for the frightened A’Ru and the Prince who still wore a stern expression.

This… this was flirting, right? The young mistress was being flirted with in front of the Prince?

“You rascal… at a time like this you still don’t forget to be glib…” Hei Dahan laughed and scolded, rubbing his red eyes.

Qi Yue couldn’t help but laugh too.

“If only that really worked,” she said, then sighed again.

“No matter what, let’s still try,” Liu Pucheng said.

“But it really won’t work – he could die from the pain…” Qi Yue shook her head looking at him.

“No, we can only be killed by others, we will never die from pain,” the Prince of Marquis Dingxi said slowly.

“That sounds nice, but it’s not scientific…” Qi Yue said without good humor.

“Miss, try it. If there’s still a chance of saving him, then try it,” Liu Pucheng said again. “If we don’t try, wouldn’t there be no chance at all?”

Qi Yue looked at his expression and couldn’t help but be stunned. This old man who had suddenly appeared – why was he so encouraging to her? He was also a Chinese medicine practitioner, right? How could he not have any doubt at all?

“I looked at this child’s wound,” Liu Pucheng seemed to know what she was thinking, smiled slightly, and pointed to Yuan Bao nearby. “If you can guarantee the same effect as his old wound, miss, this would be a great merit.”

He said solemnly.

“But without anesthesia…” Qi Yue hesitated.

“Treating illness doesn’t always depend on medicine. Human will – how do you know without trying?” Liu Pucheng smiled and interrupted Qi Yue’s words, his expression both encouraging and firm.

This expression was like her teacher’s – the teacher who took them to their first internship, their first surgery.

It’s alright, don’t be afraid. Be bold, be careful, keep your hands steady. Come on, try it.

Qi Yue bit her lower lip and once again picked up the needle holder and tweezers.

The pedestrians outside Qianjin Hall were terrified.

“What’s happening? Are they killing someone inside?” Everyone was frightened by the screams and cries of pain coming from inside, asking each other. Some brave ones wanted to look, but were stopped by the apprentices who closed the door.

“Nothing, nothing, just treating injuries,” the apprentices maintained order and dispersed the onlookers.

With the doors and windows closed, the screams and cries of pain still came through, making even these apprentices who had seen many severely injured people with their master tremble uncontrollably.

How painful it must be…

Qi Yue’s tears couldn’t help but flow out, and she quickly wiped them with her shoulder.

Gradually, her hands changed from slow and trembling to steady and skilled, as if she could no longer hear the injured person’s cries of pain. Four or five people helped hold down the injured person to prevent his violent trembling and unconscious struggling from affecting Qi Yue’s movements.

Qi Yue lifted her shoulder to wipe away the tears that were blurring her vision with her mask, suturing, tying knots, cutting, threading…

Sweat flowed down her forehead layer by layer, blurring her eyes. She had to blink, when a hand holding a handkerchief suddenly reached over, somewhat clumsily wiping her forehead.

Qi Yue was slightly stunned. Finally, she had a nurse assistant – A’Ru had really made progress this time. She looked up to give A’Ru a grateful smile, but saw that this nurse was the Prince of Marquis Dingxi.

Seeing her look over, and seeing the surprised looks from people around, the Prince of Marquis Dingxi somewhat embarrassedly withdrew his hand.

He actually didn’t know why he did this either. It was just that watching… the sweat seemed to affect her greatly, making her blink frequently and occasionally wipe with her arm… it would affect treating the injured person, right…

“Over here,” Qi Yue’s muffled voice came from behind the mask, tilting her head slightly to expose her right forehead to him.

This woman… the Prince of Marquis Dingxi looked around somewhat unnaturally, hesitated, but still reached out to wipe for her.

“Prince, let me do it,” A’Ru finally reacted in panic, hurrying forward to say quietly.

The Prince of Marquis Dingxi threw the handkerchief to her and stepped away.

The injured person indeed passed out from the severe pain, but this time Qi Yue didn’t stop.

“A’Ru, bring more saline solution,” she called out, then looked at Liu Pucheng who had been seriously watching beside her. “Boil more of your… that…”

“Boil Danggui Sini Decoction,” Liu Pucheng took over her words, speaking to his disciples.

Qi Yue looked at him gratefully.

“Miss, please continue,” Liu Pucheng looked at her with a slight smile and said.