On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 457: She is the Divine Doctor

Chapter 457: Chapter 457: She is the Divine Doctor

In the capital, including the Tian Family, few had truly seen the Divine Doctor.

But outside the capital, there were many legends about the Divine Doctor, revealing that the Divine Doctor did not easily appear in the capital.

The title of Divine Doctor of Linqing Pavilion had only risen in recent years and was mostly spread from other provinces to the capital.

At this moment, the person performing surgery in the room, who had been driven out of the capital at the age of ten, perhaps this was the main reason the Divine Doctor did not appear in the capital.

Suddenly, an outlandish thought crossed Ye Yiheng’s mind—Leng Yu Yan was not from the Linqing Pavilion, but rather—

She was the Linqing Pavilion Master!

The renowned Divine Doctor!

Perhaps the Divine Doctor, while healing and saving people, liked to disguise as different figures, such as an elder with an immortal demeanor!

After all, to patients, an elder with an immortal demeanor seemed to have richer experiences and knowledge than a young girl.

This explanation made sense for her being the Divine Doctor.

Ye Yiheng’s heart uncontrollably raced!

At the same time, another question made him even more puzzled.

The specific year when the Divine Doctor’s title had risen could not be traced back. But since he had acquired an eye disease three or four years ago and began searching for medical help, he had started hearing about the Divine Doctor.

Thus, at least three or four years ago, she already possessed remarkable medical skills.

Leng Yu Yan was only sixteen this year, yet three or four years ago, her medical skills as a little girl were already excellent.

She claimed to have learned from an expert, but he knew that no one could master remarkable medical skills in such a short time.

If Leng Yu Yan really was the Linqing Pavilion Master, then the mysteries surrounding her were even more abundant.

Ye Yiheng’s heartbeat gradually calmed, replaced by sweaty palms.

To unravel these unfathomable mysteries, he first needed to confirm whether she was indeed the Linqing Pavilion Master.

For some reason, the feeling that she was both far from and close to him resurfaced.

Inside the room, Ye Yuan sat behind a curtain, her adhered hand extending through the curtain resting on the table. Ye Yuan’s view was blocked; she couldn’t see how Leng Yu Yan operated.

After taking the anesthetic medicine, she only felt the cool touch of tools sliding across her skin without any pain.

"Ah Yan, the small pill you gave me to eat is truly miraculous—I can clearly feel you slicing my skin open, yet I don’t feel any pain," she said.

Leng Yu Yan responded indifferently, "Once the surgery is completed, the anesthetic will wear off, and there will be pain."

"I can bear the pain after it’s finished," Ye Yuan couldn’t help asking, "Ah Yan, your medical skills are so good, how did you learn them?"

Leng Yu Yan focused on wielding the surgical scalpel, "Aunt, I just happened to have read a few rare medical books."

Ye Yuan praised, "Just by reading medical books, you’ve become so skilled; you truly are intelligent. Qingyu struggles with studying, he can’t learn anything."

"Eldest Princess is also remarkable for trusting me to perform surgery on her hand," Leng Yu Yan sighed.

In this era, there were very few who trusted her enough to let her operate on their body.

Ye Yuan laughed and said, "This hand of mine is as good as non-existent; how much worse could it get? In my dreams, I even think of prying my fingers apart one by one."

Leng Yu Yan set down the surgical scalpel and closely examined Ye Yuan’s finger joints, nerves, and tendons.

At this moment, question after question popped out from Ye Yuan, "Can my hand truly be separated? Will my fingers be flexible and able to bend afterward? Will they still look like chicken claws?"

Hearing no response from Leng Yu Yan, Ye Yuan asked again, "Did you encounter some problems? Is there not enough skin?"

Miao Zhu couldn’t help but interject, "Eldest Princess, please rest for a while! At this moment, Commandery Princess needs to be extremely meticulous, especially when separating the nerves and tendons on the fingers—it’s a delicate task."

Ye Yuan quickly nodded, "Okay, I’ll keep quiet."

Four hours later, Leng Yu Yan had stitched all five of Ye Yuan’s fingers and individually wrapped each one.

Miao Zhu used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Leng Yu Yan’s forehead, "Commandery Princess, the surgery was successful!"

Leng Yu Yan nodded and stood up, stretching lazily, "Aunt, be careful when you retract your hand from behind the curtain."

Ye Yuan slowly withdrew her hand from behind the curtain and, seeing the distinct shape of her five fingers, cried tears of joy, "They are finally separated!"

Even though the fingers were wrapped in gauze, the sight of her palm open and fingers clearly separated made her vividly see that her fingers were finally apart!

This was a scenario she had dreamed of for many years, and today it had finally come true. Even if her fingers were not flexible, she felt that it didn’t matter!

Miao Zhu assisted Leng Yu Yan in cleaning her hands, then the master and servant washed the surgical instruments together.

Ye Yuan excitedly opened the room door with one hand, "Husband, Qingyu, Ah Heng, my fingers are separated!"

She held up her gauze-wrapped hand, showing it to the three men waiting outside the door.

Ji Liancheng quickly approached, touching Ye Yuan’s hand gently as if it were a precious treasure, "They really are separated!"

Ji Qingyu continuously nodded, "It’s good they are separated, very good!" He then turned to Leng Yu Yan, who was still organizing inside the room, and said, "Thank you, Ah Yan!"

Leng Yu Yan smiled and nodded.

Just then, Ye Yiheng suddenly spoke, "Yanyan, don’t promote the matter of curing your aunt’s hand extensively."

"Your Highness, don’t worry, the Commandery Princess’s medical skills are exquisite. It is our good fortune to encounter her. As for the surgery, we will not mention it if it isn’t necessary."

Ji Liancheng took Ye Yiheng’s words as such. After all, Princess Zhenbei is renowned for her medical skill, and if people knew, many would come seeking medical help.

How could Princess Zhenbei demean herself by treating commoners?

Therefore, it’s best to keep it unspoken.

Ye Yuan said, "But I can’t always keep my hands hidden in the future. What if someone sees them, how will we explain?"

Hearing this question, Ye Yiheng looked towards Leng Yu Yan.

He wanted to see how she would answer.

"Aunt, it’s okay to speak plainly," Leng Yu Yan said with a slight smile. "I happened to come across the surgery technique in a rare book. It was an opportunity provided by my aunt for me to practice, and I should be thanking her for giving me this opportunity."

Ye Yiheng’s handsome brows twitched slightly, again a rare book.

He himself had read many rare books but had never come across the medical texts she referred to.

Ji Qingyu invited, "Ah Yan, you’ve worked hard today, stay for dinner."

Leng Yu Yan packed her medical box and took out a prescription, "I won’t be staying for dinner, it’s getting late, we should head back. This recipe will help the wound recover, just boil it once a day."

Ji Qingyu took the recipe and glanced at it, thinking to himself, with Ye Yiheng here, they missed the chance to properly thank Ah Yan.

Leng Yu Yan instructed, "Aunt, you still shouldn’t get your hand wet, change the gauze regularly. In about twelve to fourteen days, you can remove the stitches, and then we can judge the time needed to restore full function to the fingers based on their condition."

With that, she signaled Miao Zhu to carry the medical box on her back.

Ye Yuan nodded vigorously, "I’ve got it all down!"

The girl before her was so intelligent; Ye Yuan felt a void inside her, unable to have her as her daughter-in-law.

Beautiful and clever, able to separate her fingers—she adored this young girl tremendously, but alas, her son was a disappointment.

Ye Yuan cast a glance at her own son, then looked at Ye Yiheng and couldn’t help saying, "Ah Heng, your aunt wants to speak her mind. I am particularly fond of Ah Yan..."