Lin Yi concentrated on suturing Keke's wounds and didn't have the time to attend to Doctor Zhang.

"Doctor Zhang, please come this way." The young Emperor bent slightly forward, trying his best to conceal his protruding belly.

Seeing the young Emperor's complexion improving by the moment, Doctor Zhang couldn't help but exclaim, "It's unexpected that Your Majesty's health has recovered so swiftly; let this humble physician check your pulse."

What? Check the young Emperor's pulse?

As soon as these words were uttered, Lin Yi immediately stopped what he was doing, pointing at the person lying on the Dragon Couch.

"Your Majesty is no longer in grave danger, I called you here to examine another injured person."

Lin Yi could sense Doctor Zhang's innate persistence towards the young Emperor, a desire to take his pulse at every encounter.

But could his pulse truly be taken by Doctor Zhang?

No, absolutely not.

"This?"

Clearly, Doctor Zhang was also bewildered. The Emperor stood right before his eyes, yet who was the wounded individual on the Dragon Couch?

The person resting on the Dragon Couch must have an exceptional identity.

Used to a carefree life, Doctor Zhang, now serving as a court subject for the first time, had naturally picked up a good number of etiquettes.

He also feared making a careless remark that would compromise his integrity.

Perceiving Doctor Zhang's hesitation, the young Emperor then spoke sternly.

"This is a woman I found from among the common folk, prepared to be welcomed into the Harem. Doctor Zhang, you must treat her well on my behalf."

"Your servant obeys the decree!" Recognizing the patient's identity on the Dragon Couch, Doctor Zhang confidently approached the Dragon Couch to check Ying Yi's pulse.

The young Emperor could only contrive this reason out of necessity; it was completely logical for Ying Yi, being a woman, to lie on the Dragon Couch.

However, Lin Yi found the young Emperor's excuse amusing.

'My dear sweet wife, oh, can Ying Yi really become your consort? She's clearly my Yin Wife. We agreed that tonight Ying Yi would serve me. Alas, now I have to wait until my Yin Wife recovers.'

Sensing Lin Yi's frivolous thoughts at such a moment, the young Emperor became quite irate, storming over to Lin Yi.

"Little Lin Zi, what are you dazed about? Don't you see Keke is grievously injured?"

"I—"

Lin Yi was about to retort, but seeing Doctor Zhang still present, he had to swallow his words.

'Oh my goodness, do you still doubt my medical skills? I am Doctor Zhang's master, and that title is not for nothing.'

'Even with my eyes closed, I could perfectly suture Keke's wound.'

Although he thought this way, Lin Yi did not close his eyes to suture the wound.

It would be false to say he didn't feel distressed by Keke's serious injuries.

"Keke, bear with it a bit longer, I will make sure to suture your wound perfectly, leaving no scars behind."

Earlier, Keke had sustained minor injuries during the fight in Qiankun Palace, which at that time were not noticeable.

Who would have expected that upon his return to the Imperial Study Room, such an unfortunate incident would occur.

The young Emperor slowly squatted down, gently stroking Keke's little head.

"Little Lin Zi, can you hurry a little? Keke is in a lot of pain." The young Emperor looked at Keke's mutilated wound, feeling quite distressed.

But Keke just grinned at the young Emperor as if not feeling any pain at all.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, Keke's wound is currently numb; I have already administered an anesthetic."

The young Emperor appeared puzzled by Lin Yi's patient explanation, while Doctor Zhang standing nearby suddenly became stunned.

Hastily placing Ying Yi's hand back beneath the blanket, I briskly walked towards the little Emperor and Lin Yi.

"Your Majesty, the girl is no longer in any serious danger. I will write up a prescription later."

Seeing Divine Doctor Zhang join them, Lin Yi roughly guessed that his diligent and eager eldest disciple had come to learn.

It's just that this wasn't a surgery to demonstrate in person; the conditions for on-site teaching were somewhat lacking.

"Your Majesty, Divine Doctor Zhang wishes to observe my surgery; please move aside and rest." Lin Yi tried to be as polite in speech as possible.

But Divine Doctor Zhang was still shocked.

In this world, there was never anyone who dared to speak to the reigning Emperor in this way, let alone in a commanding tone.

Has his own master become too arrogant, completely disregarding the proprieties between sovereign and subject?

At this moment, Divine Doctor Zhang had already preemptively knelt on both knees, mentally ready to plead for his master's pardon.

Yet the Emperor's response astonished him even more.

He saw the Emperor obediently stand up, making room for Divine Doctor Zhang, then reverently stepped back a few paces.

Divine Doctor Zhang looked at this scene, somewhat dazed. The mighty ruler of a nation was actually obeying, no, was actually following a subject's words.

Why did this scene give off the feeling that Lin Yi was the sovereign, while the Emperor was the subject?

Divine Doctor Zhang thought his vision must be blurring, and he continuously rubbed his eyes, hoping he had seen wrongly.

Perhaps Divine Doctor Zhang's movements were too exaggerated, making Lin Yi involuntarily cough lightly as a hint.

Upon hearing Lin Yi's suggestion, the little Emperor finally realized that he truly had just displayed all his inner habits and dependencies.

Often, in the heart of the little Emperor, Lin Yi was seen as his consort.

A woman, of course, would listen to her husband's arrangements; therefore, during times with fewer people, she would forget her own status as the sovereign of a nation.

Unfortunately, without noticing, this scene was witnessed by Divine Doctor Zhang, causing the little Emperor considerable embarrassment.

"Divine Doctor Zhang, I made room for you so that you can properly learn medical skills from your master. Do not disappoint the expectations I have placed upon you."

As soon as these words were spoken, Divine Doctor Zhang trembled with fear, and bent deeply in a bow towards His Majesty.

"Your servant showed disrespect in front of the throne, thank you for Your Majesty's grace in not punishing me."

With the Emperor's reminder, Divine Doctor Zhang dared not think too much, and promptly stood upright beside Lin Yi, watching intently as Lin Yi stitched up Keke's wound.

Lin Yi was using a modern cosmetic stitching method, a technique that stitched the wound tightly with few threads visible on the outside, very aesthetically pleasing.

Moreover, Divine Doctor Zhang saw that the needle in Lin Yi's hand was even finer than those used by embroiderers.

Just by watching Lin Yi stitch, he was sweating profusely, filled with doubts in his heart, yet he dared not disrupt Lin Yi's stitching.

It wasn't until a sweat droplet the size of a bean fell from Divine Doctor Zhang's forehead to the ground that Lin Yi noticed how nervous his eldest disciple was.

"Don't be nervous. Stay calm and composed, and your needlework will flow like clouds and stream water," Lin Yi instructed earnestly, "Ask whatever questions you have."

"As your teacher, I seldom perform surgery, so you'd better seize the opportunity."

Lin Yi deliberately paused, and during the break, fed Keke another dose of glucose hydration solution.

However, Divine Doctor Zhang's focus was continuously on Keke's intermittently rising and falling abdomen.

"Master, this disciple is inept, but why does Keke's face seem so calm, doesn't it feel pain?"

The predecessors had undergone bone scraping treatments for poison, but those were living, breathing humans, whose willpower was certainly far stronger than that of a dog.

Lin Yi smiled and took out a disposable syringe from behind him, which contained anesthesia.

"This is my anesthesia. Just a few drops can numb the nerves, and Keke will feel no pain while under its effect."

...End of Chapter...

PS: Third additional chapter!

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.