C53 – Leechcraft Has No Boundaries
“Ahem… Your Highness, although I have some knowledge in medicine, my expertise lies in specific areas. It would be best for you to entrust your rehabilitation to Imperial Doctor Wu.”
Imperial Doctor Wu stroked his long beard and pondered, “This young man isn’t too arrogant. At such a young age, he is already a genius proficient in a particular treatment method. It seems he is not one to boast.”
Just as Imperial Doctor Wu was revising his opinion of Tang Yue, he heard him say, “Here are the steps I’ve written down and some precautions for Imperial Doctor Wu to consider.”
A handkerchief was handed to him, covered in densely written black characters, matching the current expression on Imperial Doctor Wu’s face.
Angrily, Imperial Doctor Wu glared at Tang Yue. “Do you think this old man doesn’t understand all of this?” He had been practicing medicine for decades, yet he was being asked by a young boy for reference. If word got out, he would be the laughingstock.
Tang Yue humbly adjusted his approach and complimented him, “You are experienced, of course you know. It’s just that there are no limits to medical skills. Wouldn’t it be beneficial for us to learn from each other? We can compensate for each other’s shortcomings.”
Imperial Doctor Wu received the handkerchief from Tang Yue’s hand and glanced at its contents. The words written by Tang Yue excited him. No wonder people said the young master of the Yueyang Marquis’s Mansion couldn’t recognize complex characters. It was truly embarrassing to witness this young fellow’s handwriting.
However, as he examined the content more closely, Imperial Doctor Wu pushed aside his initial disdain. He carefully read each word and made a few corrections. Surprisingly, he found the writing to be quite flawless.
Initially, he had only considered using acupuncture to alleviate muscle edema, but he hadn’t anticipated the use of massage. He had only thought of having Wang Zizhao walk a few laps each day to improve his walking ability, but he hadn’t considered incorporating additional physical exercises.
It seemed that Tang Xiaolang didn’t recover after being insensible.
Could it be that he intentionally credited me? With this thought in mind, Imperial Doctor Wu looked at Tang Yue with a profound gaze in his eyes.
Unaware that he had received a “good person card,” Tang Yue assisted Wang Zizhao to his feet and took a few steps with him. He inquired, “How are you feeling? Any pain?”
Wang Zizhao nodded, and Tang Yue grinned. “It’s normal. As long as the leg fully heals, it will gradually recover.”
“Will it be completely restored after it heals?” Imperial Doctor Wu gazed at Tang Yue with eager eyes.
“It’s best to avoid intense physical activities for a year. Running is already the limit. You’ll have to stay behind the battlefield and maintain a steady position. After a year, you should be able to make a substantial recovery.”
All the Imperial Physicians turned their attention to Wang Zizhao’s leg simultaneously. They wished they could cut it off and examine it once again.
Imperial Doctor Wu gathered his courage and asked, “Your Highness, may all the Imperial Physicians examine it?” Just as Tang Yue had mentioned, medical knowledge should be shared and developed together.
Tang Yue’s treatment methods had broadened their perspectives. Previously, they couldn’t fathom that this unfamiliar method would be effective. However, with the evidence before them, they had no choice but to believe it.
Nevertheless, the fact that it was an underage young master who had accomplished this made them blush with embarrassment.
Especially since they had previously arrogantly boasted and slandered others. Now, they had been slapped in the face, and it happened right in front of Wang Zizhao. The humiliation was unbearable.
Wang Zizhao had invited them there to witness the recovery of his legs. The entire Imperial Medical Office had unanimously agreed that his legs were crippled. Now, they had to change their stance to regain the trust of people throughout the world.
The imperial physicians took turns examining him, assessing whether his bones were long or deformed. It was easy to determine, and they all reached the same conclusion.
“How is it?” Wang Yao asked. Wang Zizhao had someone lower his pants for examination.
“Your Highness, your leg bones are perfectly aligned. You just need to rest for a while to recover. Tang Xiaolang’s method has proven to be very effective,” one of the physicians reported.
“In that case, I am grateful for all of your efforts in conveying my father’s concern for me,” Wang Zizhao sincerely expressed his gratitude.
The news of his one-month deadline had spread rapidly, reaching the palace as well. Queen Madame Hu had planned to personally visit today but was delayed by something.
Wang Zizhao wouldn’t simply barge into the palace and proclaim, “My legs are healed, pass the crown prince position to me.” That would be too childish.
With these influential voices, he believed that the king would soon summon him to the palace.
Since being deemed a cripple, Wang Zizhao hadn’t seen his father again. Setting aside the desolation in his heart, he had to reclaim what rightfully belonged to him.
“Yes, I will certainly inform the king in great detail,” all the imperial physicians agreed.
Wang Zizhao was satisfied, showing generosity towards Tang Yue. In addition to five hundred gold coins and a shop, Tang Yue was also rewarded with a mansion and ten formidable guards.
In this era, most of the guards in prominent families were acquired and trained internally. These individuals were typically loyal and dependable.
There was also a smaller group of hired blade artists and righteous men. These individuals were usually highly skilled in martial arts and not bound by family regulations. They received generous salaries and worked as occasional bodyguards.
It wasn’t uncommon to witness acts of violence, such as a civilian being killed with a knife, while walking the streets. Furthermore, nobody would report such incidents to the authorities.
These individuals were likely swordsmen and righteous men who had connections within the martial arts world. They tended to be lazy and disobedient, and were only useful for protection during critical moments.
Tang Yue returned triumphantly, laden with success. He sat inside the eight-person sedan chair and swiftly made his way back to Yueyang Marquis’s Mansion, resembling a dashing gentleman returning home.
Yueyang Marquis’s Mansion had already received the news. Yueyang Marquis instructed his wife to accompany him. Zhao Shi stood by the gate with her seven daughters, extending a grand welcome to Tang Yue.
Lady Zhao had torn a few scraps of cloth. Her expression was rigid, and her eyes harbored malevolence.
“Madam, please try to be joyful. Master Hou will be displeased if he sees you like this later,” Lady Ping comforted her in a hushed tone.
Lady Zhao forced a smile, seething with anger. “What a despicable scoundrel! I wonder how he managed it.”
“Madam, even if we consider the worst-case scenario, we have a talented young master in our family. We can rely on him in the future.”
“What on earth? Are you cursing me?” Zhao Shi’s face turned red with anger as she scolded.
Lady Ping was terrified and immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing. “Madam, please forgive me. I misspoke.”
“Get up. There are so many people watching. Do you want everyone to know that I’m dissatisfied?” Zhao Shi admonished, her voice filled with annoyance.
Lady Ping quickly stood up from the ground and positioned herself behind Zhao Shi in an orderly manner. She refrained from speaking any further.
Tang Ya held her sister’s hand and expressed her happiness, saying, “It’s been over a month since we last saw each other. I actually missed my brother a little.”
Tang Wan smiled gently and agreed, “Yes. I wonder if our brother has endured any hardships in Prince Zhao’s Mansion.”
“Don’t worry! Who is Wang Zizhao? Why would he treat his savior so harshly?” Tang Ya touched the wooden hairpin in her hair and beamed with delight.
“This hairpin is really beautiful. Sister, can I ask Brother to give me one too?”
“Of course. Not only you, but the other sisters also want one. It’s because he’s our elder brother, after all.”
The sisters laughed and playfully argued. The atmosphere was filled with harmony and joy.
While Tang Ya used to never intentionally mistreat her younger half-siblings, she would still hold a certain level of disdain towards them. However, after having a half-brother from a concubine, her perception of direct lineage became less significant.
“Then can I also have a big sister like this?” Little Tang Yun looked up and asked Tang Ya.
Tang Ya glanced at Tang Yun’s short hair and her beautiful eyes narrowed. “Of course not. I can’t give you that, but maybe my brother can make a hairpin for you.”
Tang Yun’s mouth pursed, and she appeared on the verge of tears. However, before her tears could fall, she caught sight of a luxurious sedan chair approaching from a distance, immediately forgetting to cry in astonishment.
“The young master is back,” the butler exclaimed, recognizing the people from Prince Zhao’s Mansion with his keen eyes.
Tang Yue alighted from the sedan chair at the house’s entrance, immediately being surrounded by the seven fairies. They examined him from head to toe, as if beholding a rare treasure.
Tang Yun, being the youngest, had short legs. She squeezed through the crowd and hugged Tang Yue’s legs, speaking in a childlike voice, “Brother, Yun Er wants a hairpin too!”
Tang Yue was momentarily taken aback before he understood the context behind her words. He glanced at Tang Ya’s hair and indeed noticed the wooden hairpin he had carved.
He bent down and lifted Tang Yun up, saying, “Alright, I will make one for Ah Yun tomorrow.” Seeing the other younger sisters wide-eyed and looking at him, he quickly added, “Everyone will have one.”
As soon as those words were spoken, they were met with unanimous praise from the younger sisters of the Seven Fairies.
