Chapter 341: Chapter 308: The Surgery Was a Success
"Sir, do you want me to confirm it?"
"No need. Since she came as a patient, and I’m the physician, naturally, healing comes first." Lin Miao said.
"Sir, can you really cure Sister Fei’Er’s illness?"
"What, don’t trust your man’s skills?" Lin Miao playfully slapped Yue Mei’Er on her shapely bottom.
"Ouch, sir, you’re so naughty..."
...
"Hmph, sister, this coquettish woman is so shameless. Hogging the young master and not letting us stay inside." Outside, Liansuo pouted as she listened to the sounds coming from inside.
"Why don’t you go in?" Sister Lianxin, while carefully combing her hair, teasingly pointed a finger.
"I, sister..." Liansuo had just lifted her foot but quickly withdrew it when she saw her sister Lianxin remain still.
"Alright, if you go in, don’t involve me." Lianxin smirked, "I need to prepare a hot bath for the young master."
"Sister, if you don’t go in, then I will. Anyway, when the time comes, you’ll feel it too!"
Lianxin shook her head slightly. Although Liansuo came out a mere cup of tea later than her, their personalities were vastly different, like a little girl who never grew up.
...
Lin Miao managed Yue Mei’Er once again, and Liansuo was just a tagalong. As for Lianxin, she was caught up by her sister and couldn’t escape either.
"Have you received any news about the priestess?"
"From what I heard, she went into a crevice in Little Dang Mountain. It’s said that beneath the crevice, there’s a Yellow Springs River leading to the Underworld. Some have even seen the Netherflower there. It’s a flower documented in the ’Exotic Flowers and Herbs’ that supposedly grants miraculous effects. People near death who consume the Netherflower can retain their previous life’s memories and reincarnate holding on to their past life memories..." Yue Mei’Er looked at Lin Miao, suddenly feeling he might fit this description. Otherwise, where did his extraordinary medical skills come from?
"Don’t look at me; I’ve never eaten the Netherflower." Lin Miao directly responded to Yue Mei’Er’s skeptical gaze. "Can you find anyone in history with skills similar to mine?"
Yue Mei’Er thought it over and indeed couldn’t find anyone. Lin Miao’s medical prowess was astonishing in some respects. If there were such a person in history, there would surely be traces, but to her knowledge, before Lin Miao, there was none.
If there truly was a person who had consumed the Netherflower, it would be impossible not to find any trace. Moreover, the Netherflower is just a legend—never proven, only occasionally suspected but never confirmed.
And all involved have denied its existence, so it’s impossible to verify the Netherflower’s existence.
"Wasn’t the priestess looking for you? Why go to the crevice in Little Dang Mountain?" Lin Miao asked, puzzled.
"Could it be to deliberately divert the warriors of Da Li? After all, wherever she appears, she garners massive attention, making it easier for the young master’s identity to be exposed?"
"Your conjecture holds some validity. The priestess diverted others’ attention, allowing Ji Fei’Er to quietly come to Dongshan. This action also diverts our attention..."
"Might Sister Fei’Er know the young master’s identity and came looking on purpose?"
"It’s hard to say." Lin Miao said, "Relay to Miaoxue not to come to Dongshan during this period, just in case Ji Fei’Er has any special means to find you, which would be troublesome."
"Alright, Sister Miaoxue has already entered the second round of the marriage contest at the embroidery house under Lin Bei’s identity. There shouldn’t be much of an issue passing the second round. Just wait to take Baili Yuyao down." Yue Mei’Er giggled.
"You shouldn’t come either, unless I send word to you."
"Ah..."
"What ’ah,’ if our love is meant to last, why cherish every morning and evening?"
"If our love is meant to last, why cherish every morning and evening. Sir, not only are you a master of medicine, but also of poetry and literature. Mei’Er truly adores you!" Yue Mei’Er repeated, her eyes filled with twinkling stars.
The more outstanding her man, the happier she was.
"Alright, leave early in the morning. Don’t linger in the residence, don’t let anyone see."
"Don’t worry, my house in Huadian Lane is still there. I’ll stay there for a night and leave tomorrow." Yue Mei’Er nodded.
"Hmm."
...
Three days later, Lin Miao received the tools and parts crafted by the blacksmith, Mr. Niu. They were still quite rough and needed to be polished and assembled before use.
Lin Miao placed three orders.
Meaning three sets of tools were crafted. After all, when in use, if contaminated, replacements would be available.
During the day, Lin Miao diagnosed and treated patients, while at night, he conducted experiments to finalize the surgical plan.
A ewe was anesthetized and tied to the operating table, with Lin Miao, Sun Youwei, and Xia Zhu taking turns. The next day, they observed the ewe’s postoperative and recovery condition.
The next day, another sheep...
Though humans and sheep differ, having data is better than having none.
After the ewes, it was sows. Animal experiments had to be foolproof. For one who practiced martial arts, holding a scalpel for surgery came naturally.
As long as they overcame the psychological hurdle, they’d be steady-handed.
The surgical plan was simple, but execution was difficult. Even though Lin Miao used internal energy to probe Ji Fei’Er’s womb, a woman’s womb is where life is nurtured and has a protective layer. Internal energy can’t fully penetrate, so after opening, what they’d find inside was uncertain.
Seven days later.
Lin Miao informed Ji Fei’Er of the surgery and closed the clinic for a day.
This surgery had to be performed during the day. Natural light was better in the absence of electric lights, making it the best choice.
Ji Fei’Er was very cooperative, and for the past seven days, she has been drinking the medicinal soup prescribed by Lin Miao to nourish her body.
She stayed in the backyard, and her meals were brought over by Lin Miao, not leaving her residence.
In the morning at the si hour.
The hourglass specially prepared for the surgery began timing.
"Xia Zhu, give the Mafeisan to Miss Ji," Lin Miao instructed, starting to inspect the pre-surgical preparations, the number and arrangement of tools, and the sequence.
"Senior sister, later on, every thirty breaths, check Miss Ji’s pulse to ensure she remains in a state of anesthesia."
"Okay, I know."
"Xia Zhu, when I perform the surgery later, you must open the cavity as much as possible to give me the best view. Additionally, to avoid any foul blood spraying, everyone must wear protective goggles."
The so-called protective goggles are plain glasses made with colorless glass lenses, but Lin Miao also specially made a magnifying glass.
During surgery, using a magnifying glass is the best way to observe more meticulously and clearly; of course, he could do it with his naked eye.
But for a regular physician, it’s not feasible; this is specially prepared for ordinary physicians.
Whether this equipment is useful or not, one must personally practice using it to know.
After drinking the "Mafeisan," Ji Fei’Er quickly lost consciousness. She didn’t use any internal energy to resist; if she had, she might have held on for a while longer, but Lin Miao had already adjusted the dosage significantly to ensure she wouldn’t wake up for at least two hours.
If the surgery goes smoothly, it can be completed in an hour, no longer than two hours. If it exceeds this time, then it’s a very troublesome situation.
"Junior brother, you can begin," Sun Youwei checked Ji Fei’Er’s pulse and found she matched the characteristics of deep anesthesia and coma.
Lin Miao was already prepared, and the surgery began.
Ji Fei’Er’s "stone woman" symptoms are the mildest form, the surgery is not very complex; if it were other types, it would be much more difficult, and even if Lin Miao knows the methods, under current medical conditions, it’s impossible to perform related surgeries.
She is now completely numb, with no pain sensation, allowing the surgery to proceed freely.
"Good, maintain this level of expansion, keep it steady."
Lin Miao took a fine scalpel and precisely stabbed it into the thick layer of fascia that was sealed.
A rush of foul-smelling blood gushed out.
This was the reason why Ji Fei’Er experienced unbearable abdominal pain once every month. There was Tiankui but it couldn’t be discharged, causing blood retention and problems in the uterus; over the years, it accumulated unknown amounts inside.
The dark liquid, incredibly foul-smelling, fortunately, had been prepared in advance to catch it in a basin; even through a mask, the odor was unavoidable.
"Warm water."
Lin Miao instructed.
Senior sister Sun Youwei brought the distilled water she had made earlier, drew it out with a homemade glass syringe, and began to cleanse.
After cleansing seven or eight times, Lin Miao reached in again to clear some residual matter, then flushed it again...
It had been accumulating in the body for more than ten years, and if not completely cleared, there will be trouble in the future.
"Alright, her condition is rather good, at least it won’t affect her future marriage. Whether she can have children depends on her fortune."
"Xia Zhu, follow the next step in the treatment plan; you need to place the expander," Lin Miao instructed.
"Yes, Mr. Lin."
...
About two hours later, Ji Fei’Er woke from the anesthesia coma. Besides feeling a tearing pain from her lower body, there wasn’t much else amiss.
This pain is much lighter than the deathly pain she felt every month; her determination to cure her illness is also related to the heart-wrenching pain in her abdomen every month.
Moreover, as she ages, the attacks of pain grow increasingly unbearable.
"Miss Ji, you’re awake." Xia Zhu heard the movements in the room, entered with hot water, and smiled at Ji Fei’Er.
"Miss Xia Zhu, has my surgery finished?"
"Finished, Mr. Lin said your illness is relatively mild, but if it were delayed further, it might have become a major issue." Xia Zhu squeezed a hot towel and handed it to Ji Fei’Er.
"Thank you, does this mean I can leave?"
"Not yet, Mr. Lin instructed that for your illness, surgery is only the first step; the key is the subsequent rehabilitation. If the rehabilitation is not ideal, it might affect Miss Ji’s future marriage and childbirth."
"I only want to cure the illness; I’m not considering marriage."
"If that’s the case, Miss Ji might need another surgery in the future."
"What does that mean?"
"Miss Ji, when a woman marries, naturally she has to perform the conjugal duty with her husband. Each time feels like..." Although Xia Zhu is an unmarried girl, she is quite familiar with matters between men and women, and naturally explains without any impediments.
"Is it really necessary?" Ji Fei’Er listened and showed a trace of astonishment.
"Mr. Lin said there is another method; Miss Ji could ask those courtesans how they handle solitude, and you will naturally understand."
"Does Miss Xia Zhu know?"
"I don’t know; I’m merely repeating Mr. Lin’s words." Xia Zhu quickly covered her face, speaking with a shy tone.
