Chapter 118.1

He shrieked and howled, “Ah!…… Ye is going to die from pain!……”
His shouts scared the people outside. Looking at the vomiting maidservants, the already discontented Duke Yongnan glared at them with knives in his eyes. He strode into the room. “What is it? Does the wound hurt, Xiang’er?”
Zi You shook her head and feigned pity as she said, “How can it not hurt? It’s rotten to such an extent, but the maidservants were afraid of dirtying their hands so they were clumsy. If it isn’t that men and women should maintain distance…… You’er would have personally removed the cotton bandages. Duke, with such a big rotting hole, if the necrotic flesh isn’t removed and the pus isn’t drained, Shizi gege’s leg will be wasted. The necrotic virus might even enter the bloodstream and lead to toxemia. This is what caused Shizi gege’s fever. Shizi gege will not get better if the necrotic flesh is not cut off. Moreover, from the current depth of the wound, it has already rotted to the bone. You’er is afraid that even if the necrotic flesh is cut off, Shizi gege will be lame.”
“I don’t want that…… You’er, I beg you to save me,” Zhao HongXiang shrieked and howled. Tears and snot flowed together.
Old General Mu frowned and was black-belly. How useless. That much pain and he yells this much. He can’t even compare to that dandy Shangguan LingRan. He was so heavily injured, but remained silent every time his dressing was changed.
Duke Yongnan did not care about what Old General Mu was thinking at this time. He thought about the imperial doctor’s words. “Shizi Ye’s injury is really strange. It’s supposed to be a sore, but it has been treated internally and externally for such a long period of time. It not only is not getting better, but the wound is rotting deeper?”
One imperial doctor came and said that. Two came and said that. Finally, they couldn’t treat it and refused to come. “Duke, it’s not that this official doesn’t want to go to your fu to treat Shizi Ye, but this official’s medical skills are not up to par and cannot treat it. This official does not know what kind of sore Shizi Ye has. It is a difficult case. Please seek a better qualified doctor, Duke.”
A better qualified doctor. A better qualified doctor. If an imperial doctor couldn’t treat it, where was he going to find a better qualified doctor? Wasn’t this asking him to watch his son die?
Since then, Duke Yongnan was anxiously looking for doctors everywhere. With the idea that he had nothing else to lose, he made his final decision.