"Will it be very painful?" Hua Ziyu asked anxiously.

Injuries to sinews and bones could happen at any time on the battlefield, Situ Wenkai was not afraid of pain, but deep down, he did not harbor a shred of hope. After all, there were soldiers in the military camp who retired due to such traumas every year. Moreover, Doctor Yao and Military Doctor Lu, who were most skilled in treating external traumas, had examined him and both shook their heads.

Even if his external injuries healed, his right foot was lame. Thinking that he could no longer enter the battlefield to protect his home and country, a bitter taste unavoidably rose in his eyes.

"Don't worry, he won't feel any pain." Yang Mengchen turned her eyes to Long Yingtong and spoke softly, "Yingtong, sister is going to treat this brother's foot. There will be blood, so don't look, okay?"

Long Yingtong nodded obediently.

Everyone felt incredibly surprised once again, the usually reclusive Princess Ronghua was actually taking orders from Ms. Yang—it was truly astonishing.

"Yingtong is such a good girl." Yang Mengchen smiled in praise of Long Yingtong, and Long Yingtong beamed so broadly that her eyes disappeared.

Just then, Hai Tang and Bai He brought the medicine box and medicine bag. Yang Mengchen first took out the Black Needle and inserted it into the acupoints on Situ Wenkai's leg for anesthesia.

Then she opened the medicine bag and medicine box, prepared the instruments she needed, put on a mask and a light blue overcoat, and after tying up her long hair and donning a light blue cap, she carefully washed her hands with homemade medicinal powder in the adjacent clear water. Finally, she put on a pair of disposable gloves.

Seeing this series of actions from Yang Mengchen, as well as her strange attire, everyone was filled with confusion and curiosity.

Especially Doctor Yao and Military Doctor Lu, who opened their eyes wide, staring unblinkingly at Yang Mengchen, afraid of missing anything.

Situ Wenkai's entire right leg was now insensate, and he looked at Yang Mengchen pensively.

Wu Tong moved a low stool to the bedside, and after Yang Mengchen sat down, she used tweezers to grab a cotton ball soaked in alcohol and wiped the wound. She then took a Crescent-shaped Surgical Knife from the medicine box. Despite never having used these instruments before, she would sterilize them every seven days by soaking them in special medicinal liquid.

She then used the blade to remove the blood scabs and necrotic tissue, arranged the severed sinews with different tweezers, and looking up at Situ Wenkai, said, "There's still hope."

Without waiting for Situ Wenkai to react, Yang Mengchen hooked Black Needle over the silk thread and meticulously repaired the torn sinews. It was a meticulous task, even more challenging than weaving or embroidery.

In her past life when she established a hospital, Yang Mengchen got to know Director Luo, a renowned authority in cardiothoracic surgery. Director Luo liked her very much, even hoping to cultivate her as a successor.

Later, when she learned that Yang Mengchen had no desire to practice medicine, Director Luo felt deeply regretful. However, every time there was a surgery related to the heart or blood vessels, Director Luo would call on Yang Mengchen. Hence, her skills were certainly exquisite.

Watching Yang Mengchen focus intently on mending the sinews, everyone instinctively held their breath, their eyes glued unblinkingly to her hands.

Aside from Yang Chengxuan, the siblings Long Xuanmo and Hua Ziyu, the other people did not quite believe in Yang Mengchen's medical skills, but were subdued by her calm, collected demeanor. After all, they might not have been able to do the same.

After a long while, Yang Mengchen finally finished repairing the torn sinews and joined them together. She switched to a different kind of silk thread for sewing the wound closed, sprinkled her homemade antiseptic medicine on the injured area, covered it with sterilized gauze, and then wrapped it with similarly sterilized white cloth. Only then did she let out a long sigh of relief.

"The wound must not get wet within seven days. I will change the dressing for you every day. After three days, you can move lightly to prevent adhesion of the flesh and sinews. After ten days, you can start rehabilitation."

"Thank you, Ms. Yang." Situ Wenkai was no stranger to fall-related injuries; people with fractures did rehabilitation once the bones were healed. But he questioned, "Isn't ten days too soon?" The common saying goes that injuries to sinews and bones take one hundred days to heal. Ms. Yang was suggesting that he start rehab in only ten days—wasn't that too early?

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