"Then can I go in and see him?"
Tang Yue thought: This queen's education is really good, in this kind of social class, she is actually so polite, worthy of respect.
"There's no harm if you go in, but don't bring too many people with you. We might need that room in the future."
Hu Jinpeng secretly spat out: Black crow's beak!
The Queen Madame Hu did not think too much and went into the house alone.
Just as Tang Yue was about to heave a sigh of relief, the white bearded old man jumped out again, "The young dandy is right. How can the truth be determined after we work together to diagnose his!"
"Then how would you all like to diagnose it? And how can we determine if Wang Zizhao's legs can recover? " It wasn't that Tang Yue didn't believe in their medical skills, but that they didn't understand the concept of western medicine in this era.
"Why don't you all wait for a month before coming back to diagnose?"
"Hmph, don't tell us that you don't dare to let us see?"
"How could that be? "I'm just afraid that you guys won't understand and that's fine. But what if you guys don't pretend to understand? Wouldn't that disrupt the Queen's confidence?"
These words were extremely loud, practically slapping all the old physicians in the face.
In truth, Tang Yue did not want to make too many enemies for himself, but he studied western medicine, so it was inevitable for him to have conflicts with traditional Chinese medicine.
Rather than this, he might as well take advantage of this opportunity to speak to them. He didn't ask for their acceptance, only that they wouldn't interfere.
"Have you seen the wounded after the surgery?" Tang Yue changed into a friendly face and asked.
The crowd parted to the side, and Tang Yue saw that the patient he had ordered to move to the next room was looking at him innocently. It was obvious that before he appeared, this pitiful patient had been observed by him like a panda.
Not only that, he didn't look the same as before and was probably attacked from head to toe.
Tsk, what a bunch of old men!
Tang Yue went forward and redressed his wound, and as he did so he asked: "Since everyone has already seen it, is there any conclusion?"
"The stitching technique is pretty good, very detailed." An old man wearing a grey coat praised.
Tang Yue gave him a grateful look. The other party accepted it all, and then added, "Unfortunately, the treatment is a little excessive. This is simply superfluous! "
The corner of his mouth twitched as he tried his best to explain gently, "Undeniably, everyone's traditional bone healing techniques are very desirable. It is simple, fast and safe, but when the severity of a fracture exceeds the limit of what you guys can treat, do you guys still use the same old method?"
"The Bone Connecting Technique has been passed down for hundreds of years, and all of the doctor here have experience, could it not be that they are inferior to a young dandy like you?"
"That's not the way to put it. You have your strengths, I have my strengths. At that moment, we should discuss how to take advantage of our strengths and avoid them, and not who to give them up."
"Nocturne!" Where are you from? All the old doctors felt scorn in their hearts at the same time.
Tang Yue pointed at the patient lying on the ground, who had been shot at, and said: "You all have seen how serious the patient's fracture is. Although it can be cured by your methods, but I tried a different method and you all didn't die, right? Then what are you all unhappy about? Could it be that you want to use your seniority to pressure me just because I am young? "
Everyone collectively looked up to the sky, as if... If that was really the case, if Tang Yue was an elder that was around fifty to sixty years old, they would probably take things a little more seriously.
At the very least, they would wait for his treatment to fail before they tried to suppress him.
Tang Yue was speechless, "Don't tell me you all don't know that there are people called geniuses in this world?" With just one sentence, he had successfully aroused the enmity of the old men.
Facing the hostile gazes of the crowd, Tang Yue found a place to sit and had the butler pour him a cup of water. He continued: "Alright, it's useless to say anything more. If everyone wants to know the conclusion right now, you might as well ask Wang Zizhao himself when he wakes up. "
Tang Yue didn't need to say these words because everyone had already made the same decision. Since the Queen had personally come, they naturally had to be on standby.
Why not go and see when Wang Zizhao can wake up? Some suggested that they might not have any confidence in slandering a young dandy for no reason at all.
The white-bearded old man winked at the medicine boy beside him. The other party seemed to understand and turned around to enter the room, but was stopped by Hu Jinpeng.
"Not everyone can enter this room!" Hu Jinpeng had a naturally fierce face, his figure was tall and robust, and he stood in front of the short and skinny medicine boy like an iron tower.
Tang Yue thought: Damn it! Because of this group of people's delay, he had forgotten that Wang Zizhao was still lying in the operation room.
Tang Yue rubbed his nose and thought awkwardly: I really have been muddled from anger. He, the dignified chief doctor, actually forgot about the patient in the operation room.
Luckily, Wang Zizhao was unconscious, otherwise this part of his dark history would probably be remembered by him again.
A petty man!
Wang Zizhao woke up not too late, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the Queen sitting beside him, looking worried and hopeful.
Seeing him wake up, the Queen Madame Hu cried tears of joy. Looking at his swollen legs, she asked, "How does my son feel? Are you not feeling well? "
Wang Zizhao held her hands, "I've made mother worry. This son is fine."
"Child, you always carry everything by yourself. If I didn't hear of this, would you not have decided to tell your mother?" When Madame Hu thought about how she heard the palace maid criticizing her son, her anger rose.
This was the most arrogant place in the palace. If her son lost the right to inherit the throne, then she, as a queen who wasn't considered a favorite, wouldn't be treated with much respect.
If it weren't for the fact that she had a powerful family behind her, she would have long since become a wife.
Wang Zizhao had always been indifferent to others, but his birth mother was his only weakness. He had seen too much human warmth in the palace, so he naturally understood the situation the Madame Hu was in.
"Muhou, don't worry. Your son feels good." Wang Zizhao's words were actually said with a guilty conscience. The moment he woke up, he felt that both his legs were as heavy as shackles, and after glancing at his legs that were as thick as water buckets, he wasn't sure if he should regret his decision.
The mother and son talked quietly in the house, and for some reason there was a ruckus outside.
Madame Hu remembered the scene of Tang Yue fighting against the heroes all by himself, and with a "puchi" he laughed. "This young dandy from the Yueyang Marquis family is really interesting, to actually dare to argue with the old doctors of the Imperial Medical Office."
The corner of Wang Zizhao's mouth slightly curved, "He is indeed a strange person, I wonder how he would look like this."
He had stayed at the borders for a few years, so he could understand the lives of the citizens at the North Yue border.
It looked like this person had to be investigated thoroughly.
He didn't doubt that Tang Yue was a spy on North Yue. If he really was a spy, then it would be impossible for him to risk his life to treat Tang Yue's injuries.
He was definitely one of the enemies that the North Yue royal family wanted to eradicate the most.
Madame Hu shouted: "Men!" The noisy scene outside immediately calmed down.
The corner of Tang Yue's mouth widened into a smile that did not reach his eyes as he said, "It should be that Wang Zizhao has woken up. You guys can move your target now."
Don't keep firing at him. He's under a lot of pressure, okay?
Hu Jinpeng let the people carry the palanquin in, and planned to bring Wang Zizhao out. Tang Yue reminded them coldly: "You use this kind of palanquin, do you want Wang Zizhao to come out while sitting?"
With Wang Zizhao's current state, there was only one posture suitable for him, and that was: Lie!
Hu Jinpeng paused, "Then... You have to use a stretcher? " Heavens, would Wang Zizhao not come out when he saw the stretcher?
Tang Yue nodded with certainty and shrugged. "Or you can carry a bed in and fetch him."
"…" Hu Jinpeng was speechless, and got someone to bring a stretcher.
Inside the room, Wang Zizhao saw that the stretcher had narrowed its eyes, but it was still as calm as before.
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[Small Theater]
Wang Zizhao asked. "What do you mean by bringing a stretcher?"
Tang Yue: "Your leg is broken, if you don't carry him out, could you still carry him out? How about I hug you? "
Wang Zizhao, "... This prince's body is expensive, how can you touch him? "
Tang Yue: "Then what did I do to you just now, I'll touch it as soon as I can!"
Wang Zizhao: "What's that like?"
Tang Yue: "It's just tearing your pants, splitting your legs, and then …"
Wang Zizhao: Someone! Drag this offending brat out and kill him! "
Tang Yue: "Why do you want to cut it again?"
Wang Zizhao said, "You deserve a slash!"