CH 52

C52 – So Ambiguous?

Tang Yue enjoyed a comfortable life within Prince Zhao’s Mansion. He possessed a kind nature and never displayed arrogance towards his servants. He even provided aid in treating their old ailments, which garnered him high praise.

As the one-month deadline drew near, the patient whom Tang Yue had treated first had nearly recovered from their leg injury. Wang Zizhao had engaged a physician to examine the patient’s condition. It was undeniable that the outcome was positive.

“I believe this is merely a standard bone mending technique. There’s nothing particularly remarkable about it.”

Tang Yue glanced at the white-bearded elderly doctor. He recognized him as Imperial Doctor Wu, known for his skill in using silver needles for anesthesia. Therefore, Tang Yue paid little attention to the doctor’s tone of voice.

It was understandable for seasoned and accomplished individuals to possess a certain degree of pride.

“Imperial Doctor Wu’s statement is correct. In essence, the effects are the same. Both methods aim to treat fractures. What are your thoughts on this?”

Isn’t that the case? Ultimately, the goal is to heal the fracture. What difference could there possibly be? Did he perhaps believe that Western medicine treatments could make his legs fairer?

“Let’s not rush into conclusions. First, let’s remove the restraints on Wang Zizhao’s legs.” The group of Imperial Physicians had eagerly awaited this day for a whole month, day and night.

While they may have had doubts, deep down, they held hopes of witnessing a miracle.

Tang Yue instructed someone to transfer Wang Zizhao to a nearby couch in the outer room. He moistened the plaster with a damp cloth to soften it before delicately cutting a small opening using a saw.

“Creak, creak, creak…” The sound of friction sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

Hu Jinpeng stood by the side, afraid to divert his gaze even for a moment. He didn’t dare to blink, fearing that Tang Yue’s hand might tremble and cut Wang Zizhao’s skin.

Surprisingly, the patient remained quite composed. A faint sensation coursed through his leg. After a month of being immobilized, his leg finally regained some feeling.

Tang Yue deftly removed the plaster, unveiling Wang Zizhao’s legs. A group of experienced doctors crowded around him eagerly, longing to examine his legs as if they wanted to embrace them.

“How is it?” Imperial Doctor Wu, half-kneeling by Wang Zizhao’s feet, turned his head to Tang Yue with hope gleaming in his eyes.

Tang Yue removed the plaster and gently wiped Wang Zizhao’s leg twice with a clean cloth. He then proceeded to carefully assess the connection of Wang Zizhao’s leg bones.

“There is slight swelling in his legs, which is a normal occurrence. It could be attributed to limited physical activity and poor blood circulation. It would be beneficial for him to engage in exercise for a period of time. As for diagnosing Wang Zizhao’s leg bones, I suggest you Imperial Physicians examine it personally.”

Tang Yue provided them with the necessary details and allowed them to conduct the diagnosis. He walked to the side and penned down a recipe and prescription.

“Let me see if it truly possesses the remarkable qualities as Tang Xiaolang claimed.” An elderly doctor washed his hands and cautiously examined Wang Zizhao’s legs.

“How is it? Has he truly recovered?” The others inquired anxiously.

At first, the old doctor was perplexed, but soon his surprise overwhelmed him. He clung onto Wang Zizhao’s leg, refusing to let go.

“Is it truly healed?” Imperial Doctor Wu pushed him away and began to examine himself. After a considerable amount of time, he murmured in disbelief, “It has indeed healed…”

“Your Highness, please stand up and take a few steps.”

“Yes, try walking a few steps to see if there is any pain. It has only been a month, and the bone recovery is not yet fully solidified. There is a risk of fragility. To prevent further fractures, avoid strenuous activities in the near future,” Tang Yue added from the sidelines.

“In that case, why don’t we allow His Highness to continue resting in bed until he has fully recovered? It would be better to get up later,” Hu Jinpeng’s suggestion had barely left his lips when he was met with opposition from all the imperial physicians, including Tang Yue.

“No.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“No, at this stage, the patient should focus on incorporating appropriate exercises and rehabilitation routines to enhance muscle and joint flexibility. If the patient remains in bed all the time, even when the bones have healed, they won’t regain flexibility. However, during this phase, only light exercises should be performed. Take it slow and don’t rush.”

“That’s correct. Tang Xiaolang’s words are simple yet meaningful. Many people mistakenly believe that they should avoid jumping after breaking their legs. However, that’s not entirely true. If a person’s body remains immobile for an extended period, it’s akin to iron rusting, and subsequent repair becomes challenging.”

Tang Yue received rare affirmation from the members of the Imperial Medical Office. He exchanged a friendly glance with Imperial Doctor Wu and remarked, “Imperial Doctor Wu is correct. I’ve heard of your exceptional acupuncture skills. Why don’t you oversee Wang Zizhao’s rehabilitation in the future?”

Everyone was taken aback, including Wang Zizhao, who couldn’t comprehend Tang Yue’s decision. “Is Tang Xiaolang not going to take responsibility?”

Tang Yue felt embarrassed. Why did his words sound so ambiguous?