"Quick, quick, bring the divine doctor in."
After the maid went to report, she almost ran back out.
Two strong servants followed her. When they learned the divine doctor was Gu Chaobei, they grabbed him and dragged him inside.
Gu Chaobei thought, what kind of hospitality is this?
He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Let go of me, I can walk myself."
The two strong servants said respectfully:
"The Princess Consort said to ask the divine doctor to hurry and treat him."
But they didn't let go of Gu Chaobei, almost dragging him inside.
Gu Chaobei also realized that these two strong men were skilled and incredibly strong, likely comparable to himself in strength.
It seemed a prince was indeed a prince, and a prince's mansion was beyond ordinary imagination, full of depth.
Gu Chaobei was dragged directly to the prince's bedchamber.
As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a suffocating odor of rotten flesh.
This smell was very familiar to Gu Chaobei. As a medical student, he often smelled it on various organs preserved in formaldehyde during his university days.
"Is this gentleman the divine doctor?"
The Princess Consort, without even bothering to ask Gu Chaobei to bow, asked anxiously as soon as he entered.
Gu Chaobei understood the rules and dared not stare directly at the Princess Consort. He lowered his head and said:
"It is indeed Gu."
"Hurry and treat the prince, no need for formalities."
The Princess Consort said hurriedly.
As Gu Chaobei looked at the prince, he caught a glimpse of the Princess Consort's appearance. She was beautiful and very young, around 19 years old. But now, her face was pale and her eyes were swollen from crying like peaches.
Prince Xia on the bed had a face as pale as gold paper, his complexion yellowish, his lips white, and the foul odor was coming from him.
Gu Chaobei calmly stepped forward and, while no one was paying attention, slipped a thermometer under Prince Xia's armpit.
Qingcheng had always been thoughtful. After the lesson of being without supplies when she first transmigrated, she prepared two medical kits and emergency food kits, asking her parents to carry them whenever they went out.
Today, they were carrying large backpacks when they went out, and Qingcheng had conveniently placed one emergency kit in each backpack. Thus, this became Gu Chaobei's confidence in treating Prince Xia.
He secretly took his temperature: 39 degrees Celsius, a high fever.
No wonder Prince Xia was suffering so much.
Seeing that Prince Xia was only wearing a white silk inner garment, and yellow pus seeped from the bandages on his legs and hands,
Gu Chaobei frowned and said:
"Someone, bring scissors."
The Princess Consort didn't understand, but at this point, she had no other choice but to try. The imperial physicians from the palace had told her that the prince wouldn't survive the night. She had already lost hope, and now that a divine doctor who could save the prince had appeared, even if he were a charlatan, she had to believe him once.
Seeing Gu Chaobei treating the prince with skilled hands, like a true physician, how could she not obey? She shouted:
"Scissors, quickly!"
A maid quickly handed Gu Chaobei a pair of scissors. They had been scalded with boiling water and were still warm when handed to him.
Tsk tsk, the quality of the servants in the prince's mansion was truly extraordinary.
Gu Chaobei swiftly cut open the bandages soaked with yellow pus. He saw that the muscles on his legs and arms had turned black, a horrifying sight, emitting a strong stench of decay. The flesh had completely rotted, yet it hadn't been removed.
Had the prince been bandaged like this for days without it being changed?
Otherwise, why would the maid have looked like she was about to vomit upon seeing the prince's wounds?
Gu Chaobei, however, remained extremely calm.
As a surgeon, he had plenty of experience in wound treatment.
"Bring a cup of warm sugar water!"
Gu Chaobei calmly commanded.
At this moment, he became the chief surgeon on the operating table, the focus of everyone's attention, and the central brain of the entire scene. The Princess Consort shouted at the stunned maid beside her:
"Listen to Divine Doctor Gu, do whatever he tells you to do."
Although the Princess Consort was only a high school student, her command made all the maids spring into action without daring to delay.
A cup of warm sugar water was handed to Gu Chaobei. Gu Chaobei turned around and took out antibiotic pills from his怀:
Erythromycin, amoxicillin, azithromycin, four types mixed together, plus an adult-sized Tylenol for fever reduction. There was no other choice; in severe cases, aggressive treatment was necessary, and he couldn't worry about antibiotic resistance at this point.
Prince Xia must not die!
If he died, his daughter couldn't be saved!
Gu Chaobei peeled open the pill casings, poured the powder into the cup, swirled it around to mix evenly, then had a servant half-support the prince. He himself took a spoon and fed the prince the medicine, spoonful by spoonful.
Although the prince's eyes were tightly closed, and he was weak and listless, he was not yet dead and could still perceive everything happening around him.
However, he was burning with fever and so weak that everything felt hazy, as if in a dream.
Gu Chaobei was feeding him medicine.
Without a second thought, he cooperated fully.
The prince was not a fool. Even if someone wanted to take a gamble for personal advancement, they had to have some skills, otherwise, they would just be throwing their lives away.
At this critical juncture, if the prince didn't cooperate, he would be gambling with his own life!
With his beautiful wife and concubines, the prince hadn't enjoyed himself enough yet. He wanted to live more than anyone!
The prince slowly swallowed the warm water mixed with sugar and antibiotics. The taste wasn't very good, a bit sour and astringent, but the prince considered it a life-saving elixir, and no matter how bad it tasted, he had to swallow it.
Gu Chaobei had the servants lay the prince down and said:
"Next, you need to prepare boiled bandages, cooled boiled water, and the anti-inflammatory and hemostatic powders that doctors usually prescribe."
"This? What is this for?"
The Princess Consort was startled.
"If you still want the prince's life, then listen to me."
Once Gu Chaobei resumed his profession, he was an absolute god.
The Princess Consort was impressed by Gu Chaobei's demeanor and quickly ordered the servants to prepare everything as the divine doctor instructed.
Seeing the prince fed so much warm sugar water, the Princess Consort inexplicably felt a glimmer of hope.
The prince hadn't eaten or drunk anything for days!
Now he could drink water?
At this moment, even a straw of hope was something she had to grasp!
Prince Xia couldn't die. She was three months pregnant, and if the prince died, this child would become an orphan.
The late Princess Consort also had a 16-year-old son. If the prince died, how would that boy treat her, his stepmother? She didn't need to think to know.
No one wished for Prince Xia to live more than the Princess Consort.
Gu Chaobei was very satisfied when the maids quickly brought the tools he needed. He had already administered anesthesia to the prince without the Princess Consort noticing, so even if someone were to stab the prince's heart with a knife now, he wouldn't feel any pain.
Gu Chaobei began the debridement.
The rotten flesh was horrifying and should have been removed long ago.
However, for the imperial physicians in the prince's mansion, they only dared to use conservative treatment. Who would dare to scrape and cut the prince's flesh?
It was precisely because of their indecision that the prince's infection had spread further and become uncontrollable.