Hard to be a good wife

Tang Yue is already old, and he works in the service industry. He has contacted more people than Wang Zizhao, so he naturally knows what he is thinking.

These high-ranking people like to guess and guess, and they are tired!

"Waiting for the next medicine to be opened, can I ask the Ninth Prince to give me a word?"

"You want to trade?" Wang Zizhao and Hu Jinpeng asked at the same time, the latter's expression was exaggerated like a comedian.

"It doesn't count. I just opened a pharmacy and practiced medicine by myself. I know this stuff." Tang Yue sighed.

But Wang Zizhao and Hu Jinpeng didn't think so. As the only male heir of Liyang Houfu, Tang Yue could enjoy his life in peace and contentment even if he didn't do anything.

It doesn't look like he is a person who will spend recklessly, it is difficult to sit still.

Could it be that Mrs. Liyanghou couldn't tolerate this stepson and didn't want to hand over the family property to him?

This doubt popped up in their hearts at the same time, and Mrs. Zhao, who was waiting for the news at home, sneezed several times frequently.

"I don't know if that bastard can cure Wang Zizhao?" Mrs. Zhao and others went to burn incense sticks as soon as they left. Go to pray to the Bodhisattva to bless Tang Yue if he is unsuccessful.

"Of course it's impossible, otherwise the imperial physicians of the imperial medical office should really jump into the river of anger!" Ping Ru joked.

Madam Hou smiled cheerfully, "Yes, but there is no news now, so I feel a little uneasy."

"How can it be so fast? It takes a day or two for a doctor to cure a disease and save a patient."

Madam Hou nodded, and continued to send people to wait for news outside Prince Zhao's mansion.

"But there are difficulties at home?" Wang Zizhao asked bluntly.

"No, can't I practice medicine?" Tang Yue blinked his eyes. He knew that the status of businessmen in this era is the lowest, and they are not as good as farmers. It's not that he can't even see a doctor, right?

Hu Jinpeng coughed, and replied ambiguously: "You can go back and ask the Marquis of Liyang about this matter." He didn't think that a dignified Marquis would let his son go out to practice medicine.

In fact, if Tang Yue really had good medical skills, he could definitely make friends with aristocratic families with this skill, and he didn't need to open any medicine shop at all.

The last thing people in the world want to offend is a person who can control their own life, a doctor, although their status is not high, they are respected.

At this time, the butler reported outside the door: "Master, the patient has regained consciousness."

"Are you feeling unwell?" Wang Zizhao asked through a door, not intending to see it himself.

"No, I just said that the wound is a little painful, but it's much better than before." The butler's voice was a little excited, and a little joy could be heard.

Wang Zizhao looked at Tang Yue, and the latter smiled teasingly at him, with a look of satisfaction overflowing from his brows and eyes, like a cat begging for reward.

Wang Zizhao's heart moved slightly, he turned his eyes away and said, "Then let's start."

Tang Yue put away his smile and returned to normal work. He asked Hu Jinpeng to carry Wang Zizhao to the bed. The latter waved his hand and moved over to lie down on crutches.

Tang Yue calculated the anesthesia time for the patient just now, and added [-]% to Wang Zizhao's dose.

Watching him gradually close his eyes and fall into a coma, Tang Yue felt a little complicated.

He looked around and said to Hu Jinpeng: "The two of them can't do it, you come."

Hu Jinpeng also saw the behavior of the two young men just now, so he naturally understood why Tang Yue was dissatisfied, so he drove them out and stepped forward to help.

At the moment when Wang Zizhao's legs were broken again, Hu Jinpeng's expression was cracked, and the 1.8-meter-old man trembled all over, as if he felt the same.

Tang Yue is very careful in every step. He has rich clinical experience and solid theoretical knowledge, but he still treats every operation with the same caution as when he first entered the operating table.

This is one of the reasons for his high profile in the medical world.

He is known as the most stable knife in hospital surgery.

Two hours later, Tang Yue finally completed the last step. Looking at Wang Zizhao's legs wrapped in plaster, he inexplicably felt a sense of joy in this image.

Hu Jinpeng had been controlling himself not to interrupt Tang Yue halfway, but seeing that he was finished, he asked, "Why do you wrap your feet in layers of mud?"

"This is a plaster bandage!" Tang Yue corrected. Plaster has been around since ancient times, and it's not hard to find, but no one knows what it does now.

Naturally, Hu Jinpeng didn't understand what plaster bandages were. Anyway, the Tang family's young man used strange things. I really don't know who he studied under.

It seems that it is necessary to check his background carefully. Even if such a person cannot be used by them, they must ensure that he does not join the enemy camp.

"Is this enough?" Hu Jinpeng looked at Wang Zizhao's bloated legs, feeling a little unreal.

Tang Yue rolled his eyes, "Do you think you are a magic elixir? How could it be so fast?"

Hu Jinpeng scratched his head and knew that he had asked a stupid question, "When will it recover? And what kind of plaster is it that needs to be wrapped like this all the time?"

"The plaster will be removed after one month. After the plaster is removed, observe for a few days. If the recovery is good, you can start reconstruction. Given the extent of his injury, it will take at least three months to fully recover."

Three months is already the conservative time given by Tang Yue. In fact, it is normal for such a second fracture to recover for half a year.

Hu Jinpeng breathed out a turbid breath, although three months is not short, but as long as Wang Zizhao's legs are good, not to mention three months, even three years can be waited.

"Move him carefully to the room first. Remember, don't let his legs touch the water for the first month, and don't let him get out of bed. I will come and see him every three days."

Hu Jinpeng felt that three days was too long, so he invited, "There are many empty yards in Prince Zhao's Mansion, why not Tang Xiaolang stay temporarily."

This will not only take care of Wang Zizhao at all times, but also prevent news from leaking.

Hu Jinpeng felt that he was so wise!

Tang Yue only thought that he was worried, and felt that Wang Zizhao had made money. He had such a caring subordinate. I heard that it was his cousin, so he was really his own.

He patted Hu Jinpeng on the shoulder, "Brother Hu, don't worry, if there is any situation, just ask someone to come to the Hou Mansion to find me, will I be on call 24 hours a day?"

"24 hours?" Hu Jinpeng was at a loss. What kind of timing is this?

"Aha... Twelve hours, this is the saying in our hometown. It is more precise to divide one hour into two hours." Tang Yue lied haha.

Hu Jinpeng thought for a while, and clapped his hands in agreement, "Yes, this way the timing is more accurate."

Tang Yue heheed twice, and didn't know how to answer the conversation. There is no watch or clock here, so it can't be accurate even if he wants to.

"However... what kind of things should be used to keep time? It is difficult to subdivide the sundial."

Tang Yue's heart skipped a beat. He remembered that "carving" was used as a unit of time in ancient times, but it was not used in the Southern Jin Dynasty. Could it be that the hourglass has not been invented yet?

He couldn't remember which dynasty the hourglass started from, and after all, the Southern Jin Dynasty was not a certain dynasty in Chinese history, and it was normal to be different.

He told Hu Jinpeng the simple principle, hoping that he could find strange people and things to make the hourglass. After all, he didn't learn this, he only knew a little bit.

Hu Jinpeng fell into contemplation, and there was a tendency to immediately change his career to study astronomy and geography.

Tang Yue hurriedly interrupted his train of thought, pointed to Wang Zizhao on the bed, and signaled him to carry the person out first, but there are still a lot of people waiting for him to deal with outside.

As soon as the door was opened, the courtyard was indeed full of people, besides the old men he had seen before, there was also a dignified and bright woman, surrounded by servants who served her.

Seeing the door open, the woman asked anxiously, "How is my son?"

Hu Jinpeng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly pulled Tang Yue over to salute, "My queen, why are you here in person?"

"Excuse me, tell me about Zhao'er's legs..." The queen clenched her hands tightly, pretending to be calm, but her anxious eyes betrayed her.

Hu Jinpeng repeated what Tang Yue said just now, and gently poked Tang Yue with his hand, asking him to say a few words of comfort.

What Tang Yue is best at is comforting the family members of patients. He stood up straight and said with a relaxed expression, "I didn't expect to see your empress today. Tang Yue is really lucky. Don't worry, Wang Zizhao's legs will be fine."

"Really?" The queen looked at Tang Yue suspiciously, obviously defeated by his age, what should I do if such a young doctor looks very unreliable?

Tang Yue continued to smile, "Of course it's true. Tang is from the Marquis of Liyang. If Wang Zizhao is not well, you can come to the Marquis to ask me for your crime."

The queen obviously already knew Tang Yue's identity, so she didn't show any surprise.

A confident person is always easy to win the trust of others. Although the queen is not at ease, with Tang Yue's guarantee, at least two points of hope are added.