The Martial Doctor-Chapter 90 - 89: Comminuted Fracture

This private living room is a place where Qin Yanran usually stays alone, and the second floor is where her bedroom is located.

This is all her private territory.

Liuli said that except for the maid Chun’Er, no one else is allowed to go up to the second floor.

Even those who come to talk to her do so in the living room or study on the first floor, never on the second floor.

As for this second-floor loft, Lin Miao is likely the first outsider to step inside.

The furnishings in the living room aren’t particularly luxurious. Though there are few decorations, they reveal the lifestyle and aesthetic taste of a woman, elegant yet not vulgar.

Under the light of a palace lamp.

On a chaise longue, an old woman with silver hair leans against a soft melon pillow. Although her eyelids droop, the aura emanating from this old woman is as chilling as a lofty mountain, intimidating.

This old woman is Qin Yanran’s master; she must be an exceptionally skilled martial arts master.

She is an existence that I cannot possibly contend with.

"Master."

"Junior Lin Miao, greets the senior." Lin Miao stepped forward, set down the medicine box, and slightly clasped his hands as a salute.

"Mr. Lin, it seems you have an interest in Yanran. If you can heal my injuries, I’ll betroth Yanran to you, how about that?" Long Po opened her eyes, with a hint of a smile on her face as she asked.

"Haha, senior is joking. How dare I have inappropriate thoughts towards Mrs. Qin?" Lin Miao was stunned for a moment, his eyes slightly scanned Qin Yanran’s face, and he hurriedly replied.

"I heard your conversation downstairs clearly, Mr. Lin. Would you forget what you’ve said so quickly?"

"Senior, what did I say?"

"You said my apprentice is beautiful," Long Po slightly raised her head to glance at Qin Yanran, smiling warmly as she spoke.

"Senior, I was only stating a fact, with no other implications." Lin Miao began to sweat on his forehead, realizing that in the martial arts world, the most feared individuals to deal with are those who were hurt by men—stubborn and eccentric old women.

Because no one can reason with such people.

The person in front of me seems to fit this description.

"My apprentice is only twenty-eight this year, Mr. Lin, you should consider it," Long Po said, "She opened this Huaye Tower and knows much better than many women how to serve a man."

"Twenty-six..." Qin Yanran said with a shy voice.

"Twenty-eight in virtual years, so what? Would the master remember wrong?"

"Senior, please don’t make jokes with me. I already have a fiancée at home," Lin Miao hurriedly said, "Mrs. Qin is like a celestial maiden, she’ll surely find a good match in due time."

"Master, Mr. Lin is shy, please don’t tease him. Let’s treat your injuries first," Qin Yanran stepped forward and gently supported Long Po.

Hold on, what is this witch trying to do?

I only agreed to help you save someone, I didn’t agree to throw myself into this!

"Alright, let’s treat the injuries first," Long Po’s smile persisted, but the subtle movements in her eyes and at the corners of her mouth betrayed the pain still present in her body.

She was enduring it forcefully.

"May I ask, where is the senior injured?"

"The left shoulder, and my chest took two punches, estimating several broken ribs, but it’s not a big deal." Long Po finally couldn’t hold it in, grimacing and showing a painful expression.

"So an entire arm can’t move?" Lin Miao stepped forward to examine it and was taken aback. The left arm was limp, clearly the shoulder bone wasn’t functioning.

This isn’t just dislocation, if it were dislocated, with such high martial skills, the other party could fix it themselves, it’s at least a fracture.

"Yes."

"How long has this been?"

"One day and a night."

"So, it happened the night before?" Lin Miao was shocked, recalling that Su Chen’s mother, Bai Feng, also got injured the night before. Could this old woman in front of him be the one who injured Bai Feng?

Upon reflection, it wasn’t impossible.

"Why did you wait so long for treatment?"

"My master’s identity cannot be exposed, so we couldn’t call on the physicians of Dongshan City for treatment."

"So, Mrs. Qin thought of me?" Lin Miao interjected, "Aren’t you worried that my medical skills aren’t good enough to treat the senior’s injuries?"

"If you can’t heal me, then there’s no one in Dongshan City who can."

"With such confidence in me, I have a feeling that if I dare to say I can’t heal you, you’d probably kill me to keep it quiet, right?"

"Why does smart Mr. Lin have to say it out loud?" Qin Yanran said with a charming smile.

"Yanran, do not be rude to Mr. Lin," Long Po scolded, "This disciple of mine, she loves to joke around, Mr. Lin, please don’t mind."

"Yes, Master, your disciple was wrong."

Keep acting, both of your master-disciple performances deserve an award.

But the injury still must be treated.

"Senior, please hold on a bit, I need to feel the bone to assess the injury," Lin Miao traced from her wrist upwards, reaching the shoulder, and his fingers began to press down.

Without any imaging equipment, feeling the bones is the only way to diagnose, just like our ancestors.

With this touch, Lin Miao’s expression instantly turned serious. The injuries to Qin Yanran’s master’s shoulder bones were very severe, with a broken clavicle, a comminuted fracture of the acromion, dislocation of the joint, and distinctly palpable bone fragments...

What kind of force could injure a person like this, especially a martial artist? After bone refining, the bones become tougher, and with increasing martial skill, the density of the bones increases, allowing them to withstand greater forces!

Hence, after a martial artist’s death, their flesh decays, but their bones can remain as crystalline as jade, impervious to intense flames. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Their hardness can compare to fine steel, even exceed it!

Martial artists are described as having ’tendons of steel and iron bones’, and it isn’t just a metaphor—it truly exists.

"Senior, I can treat your injury, but how it’s treated is for you to decide." Lin Miao said solemnly after examining.

"I decide?"

"Yes, junior has two options, both can treat your injury, but the outcomes may be different..." Lin Miao explained.

"The first option I can do alone, but for the second, I need some preparation and an assistant."

"Can I do it?" Qin Yanran asked.

"You can’t, you don’t understand medicine, you can’t assist in my surgery, only my people can." Lin Miao said.

"Master, you..."

"Mr. Lin, how confident are you in my recovery with the first option?"

"With the first option, even if you recover, there may be sequelae, like your arm might not be as flexible as before, arm lifting may be affected, and the bone fragments left inside could affect your future life, all of which are unknowns, I dare not guarantee."

"What about the second option?"

"Definitely not worse than the first option, removing the bone fragments inside, actually bones can regenerate and repair, though I can’t guarantee a full recovery to its original state, but the sequelae will surely be much less."

"I choose the second option, can we do the surgery you mentioned now?"

"I’m afraid not, the assistant I mentioned isn’t here, she went home last night, she hasn’t come yet." Lin Miao spread his hands. "Moreover, some preparations are needed for the surgery."

"Fine, surgery tomorrow night!" Long Po, being a straightforward person, decided immediately.

"It’s best during the day, better lighting." Lin Miao shook his head, doing surgery at night is unless unavoidable.

"Master, daytime is also fine, actually my Huaye Tower has an underground door that leads straight to the neighbor’s." Qin Yanran said.

Lin Miao’s eyes widened!

Unexpectedly, Huaye Tower is connected to his rented courtyard by a secret passage!

Of course, strictly speaking, it’s not his home, just his rented dwelling in Dongshan City.

"Where is it?"

"Right below my study." Qin Yanran said.

Though the shoulder surgery needs to wait until tomorrow, the rib issue can be addressed first. After setting Long Po’s bone, Lin Miao applied his newly made "Musk Wind-chasing Ointment", although not entirely suitable, it’s better to apply than not.

"Feels so comfortable, Mr. Lin, this ointment you applied, it’s cooling, I can barely feel the pain now!"

"Mr. Lin, can this ointment be used on my master’s shoulder as well?"

"No, his shoulder requires surgery, once used, it would promote healing, moreover, your master cannot use internal energy to heal right now, once it heals, tomorrow’s surgery will be more troublesome, so bear with it for now." Lin Miao firmly refused.

"Master, then you..."

"Rest assured, I can bear it!" Long Po gritted her teeth, but indeed the chest felt much better, the chest pain was reduced, which, for her, was a good thing, at least she could rest slightly.

The underground passage is over a hundred meters long, and somewhat damp, the air is not very good. Lin Miao learned from Qin Yanran that Huaye Tower and his rented courtyard were originally built as one, but later divided into two, then renovated to its current layout.

This secret passage was dug during the initial construction.

The owner back then has long since returned to dust, so the original purpose of digging this passage is unknown.

But now it is known that the other end of the tunnel opens right in Lin Miao’s study.

This realization made Lin Miao’s scalp tingle, if this female villain decided to sneak in at night, would he have any means to resist?

No, this is too unsafe, I have to find a way to move...

...

Xia Zhu returned home.

"Dad, you didn’t eat properly again?" Seeing the cold dishes on the study desk, Xia Zhu knew Xia Yuan hadn’t eaten much at night.

Although the "face diagnosis" incident has been over for many days, Xia Yuan still couldn’t get over it, because of his misdiagnosis, a life was almost lost.

For Xia Yuan, who has been practicing medicine for over thirty years, it was quite a blow.

A renowned physician making such a mistake is unforgivable.

Even if this happened to someone else, they might not be able to make an accurate diagnosis, but who asked this to happen to him?

"Dad, I have no appetite." Seeing his daughter enter, Xia Yuan put down the medical book in his hand, "Xia Zhu, why have you come back?"

"Dad, I got something today, thinking about how your shoulder hurts unbearably in winter, I brought it back for you to try." Xia Zhu said.

"What is it, something taught by Mr. Lin?" Xia Yuan’s eyes lit up.

"Yes, daughter discovered that Mr. Lin’s capabilities might be far greater than I imagined." Xia Zhu’s eyes shone with admiration, "I’ll tell you, last night, Bai Feng was severely injured, on the brink of death, it was Mr. Lin who personally stepped in to save her."

"Bai Feng, he used a method?" Xia Yuan asked in shock.

"He did use one, but it was merely by oral instruction, the real lifesaving wasn’t through medicine, but surgery!" Xia Zhu narrated while unbuttoning Xia Yuan’s collar, revealing his shoulder and elbow area.

"Surgery, what is surgery?"

"Dad, bear with it, it might be a bit hot!" Xia Zhu torched the failed ointment on fire until it melted, blew on it a few times, then immediately applied it to Xia Yuan’s shoulder!

"Ouch, Xia Zhu, what did you put on, why is it so hot..." Xia Yuan exclaimed.

"Dad, don’t rush, wait a moment, how do you feel?"

"Comfortable, very comfortable, Xia Zhu, warm, feels like a copper heater placed on top, but more comfortable than that, too comfortable..." Xia Yuan’s shoulder and kneecap hurt badly in autumn and winter, he himself was a physician, a high-level doctor, and took medicine, but couldn’t solve the problem.

And the "black thing" ointment Xia Zhu brought back, once applied, felt an unprecedented comfort.

Simply miraculous.

This thing completely exceeded his understanding.