CH 33

C33 – No Wonder…

A meal had brought Tang Yue and Zhao Sanlang closer together. Before leaving, Zhao Sanlang asked Tang Yue to write down the recipe for Zhuge grilled fish, as he wanted to have it cooked by his own chef every day.

Tang Yue didn’t know how to write and was too embarrassed to invite guests over, so he asked his sister, Tang Ya, to write it for him. In exchange, he promised to make her delicious osmanthus cake the next day, and she reluctantly agreed.

However, as Tang Yue continued to list more than ten dishes, Tang Ya’s eyes lit up, and she asked, “Brother, do you know how to make all of these?” The Crispy Duck and Lychee meat looked especially delectable.

Tang Yue put on a confident demeanor and replied, “Of course. These are just common dishes. They’re very simple.”

After taking a quick look at the menu, Zhao Sanlang smirked and said, “Wow, young master from the Tang Family. Your handwriting is as delicate as a woman’s!”

Tang Yue forced a smile, feeling guilty no matter how he heard it. “Well, it’s getting dark. You should leave now.”

“Take your things and leave!” he thought to himself.

Zhao Sanlang went back home in high spirits. The next day, he announced his discovery to everyone, revealing that there was a talented young master in Yueyang Marquis’s Mansion who could cook delicious food and write beautifully.

While it would be considered a good thing for women to possess these skills, it was somewhat unconventional for a man.

Some people even began to question whether Yueyang Marquis was raising his daughter as a son, which would explain Tang Yue’s culinary and calligraphic talents.

Those who had seen Tang Yue would never question his gender, even if he wore female clothing.

Tang Yue spent his time at home studying medical cases and was unaware of these rumors. If he had known, he would have made Zhao Sanlang spit out his dinner.

A person with such a big mouth, no wonder he couldn’t win over the goddess.

He spent the whole night trying to think of materials to replace stainless steel and titanium alloy, but couldn’t come up with anything. So, he decided to use plaster to fix the wound. Although TCM’s exoskeleton technique was profound, achieving a 100% reduction was difficult.

He repeatedly imagined the surgical process and recorded all the necessary tools and materials. Some of these could be prepared by Prince Zhao’s Mansion, but others required him to find them himself.

He slept soundly before dawn and couldn’t wait to call the housekeeper over once the sun rose. He made a list and sent it to Prince Zhao’s Mansion, requesting them to prepare the items.

The housekeeper likely received instructions from Yueyang Marquis and assigned someone to handle the matter. Tang Yue himself searched for the herbs he needed and the plaster he was looking for.

On the third day, Tang Yue spent his time in the kitchen, repeatedly frying the herbs. Although he remembered the formula for the anesthetic, he still needed to verify its effectiveness.

In addition to the anesthetic, he brewed a large pot of ointment to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. He directly gave the injured driver a portion. After observing the situation for a long time, he found no skin allergic reactions or other side effects. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

To be honest, it was his first time making medicine, and there were always some errors in his theory and actual operation. It was already quite remarkable for him to succeed on his first attempt.

Before the dinner, the butler brought out all the tools he had crafted, wrapped in cloth and quite heavy.

Tang Yue inspected each item carefully and took two pairs of scissors and a scalpel with him to work, while the rest were placed in the cloth bag that he had requested a maid to sew.

If he could only find a small, decent wooden box, he could carry the signboard, ring the bell, and bring the medicine box with him to go out as a doctor.

However, this was unlikely to happen. If he dared to do so, the Marquis of Yueyang would most likely send him back to the border and reassign him.

During dinner, the entire family looked at him with mixed expressions, making Tang Yue lose his appetite.

The youngest sibling, Tang Yun, ran over to him with a plate of sugar and said in a childish voice, “Brother, this sugar is for you to eat. The matron said it will give you strength!”

Tang Yue didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He pinched her chubby cheeks and asked, “Brother is already very strong. There’s no need to replenish it.”

Tang Yun tilted her head and looked at him. “But everyone says that Brother is going to do something big tomorrow. If he doesn’t do well, his life will be in danger. Ah Yun wants to keep eating the dishes cooked by Brother. She doesn’t want Brother to be in danger.”

Tang Yue looked into her clear eyes and felt touched. He rubbed her soft hair and said softly, “Ah Yun, don’t worry. Brother will be fine. When I come back, I’ll make a cake for you, okay?”

Tang Yun held onto the plate and asked curiously, “What’s a cake? Will it taste better than sugar?”

“Of course. You’ll find out after you try it,” Tang Yue replied.

“Ahem…” The Marquis of Yueyang coughed, intending to steer the conversation in a different direction with the siblings.

Tang Yue looked at him and quipped, “Father, if your throat feels uncomfortable, you can eat more pears. Why don’t I make you some pear soup to soothe your throat?”

“Don’t be impertinent!” The Marquis of Yueyang scolded sternly. “Are you prepared for tomorrow? If you hadn’t told me earlier, I would have used my connections to talk to Wang Zizhao.”

“Why do you lack faith in me?” Tang Yue noticed that everyone was staring at him with concern, even the Marquise. He didn’t know whether she was worried that he could cure Wang Zizhao or that he couldn’t.

Tang Ya frowned and rebuked, “Brother, you are too arrogant.”

It was rare that the Marquise didn’t defend her beloved grandson. Instead, she stated, “Doctor, your conduct should be your top priority. Medical expertise comes second. The younger you are, the more you should avoid arrogance.”

Her words were chosen carefully, and Tang Yue understood her intentions. He stood up and declared, “Ah Mu is right. I have learned a valuable lesson, but I am genuinely confident in curing Wang Zizhao’s injuries.”

The Marquise nodded. “That’s good. Treating illnesses and saving lives is also about accumulating goodwill and virtue. You needn’t worry about the consequences. Do you believe that every doctor lacks confidence in healing and rescuing people?”

It was only then that everyone put their concerns aside and quickly replied, “You’re right.”