TPITWOHEF

Chapter 163

In the medical tent, Ba Tu sat down and pounded his chest, "Come on, the sooner the better."

"I've had enough of this."

Ever since Head Imperial Physician Hu said his old arrow wound might kill him, neither Hou Yuchuan nor Duoti would let him participate in daily training exercises, and they even cancelled the wrestling competitions.

Ba Tu was clearly not adapting well, "Besides riding horses for hunting and war, I don't know how to do anything else. Not letting me move or ride horses is worse than killing me with an arrow!"

Previously, Ba Tu didn't dare let the Jing Country Doctor operate on his chest, mainly because he had no masochistic tendencies. There was no need to reopen a healed wound when he was perfectly fine.

The arrow fragments might not even be found, and the wound could become infected, leaving him bedridden and possibly crippled for life.

He wasn't a fool, so he refused!

But now things were different. Ba Tu had witnessed the entire procedure on the soldier with the abdominal wound, and found that the patient merely 'slept' through it.

When he woke up, he was indeed in some pain, but he was alive and well.

The pain wasn't even as severe as when he was ill before.

And the stitches done by that Jing Country Imperial Consort were quite beautiful.

Ba Tu was intrigued.

If he could die while unconscious, without suffering, and his body would remain intact afterward, Ba Tu wasn't afraid anymore.

He had survived being shot by an arrow, so what was there to fear?

"As long as there's a 30% chance of success, go ahead!" Ba Tu raised his head, "I'm not afraid. Even if I die, I won't hold you Jing Country Doctors accountable!"

Meng Can was itching to act, his eyes bright with excitement, "Really?"

He had been attracted by this latest 'anesthesia' technique and 'suturing' method, and was prepared to come out of retirement.

That successful intestinal abscess surgery left him with an endless aftertaste.

He couldn't wait to have more patients to treat, while practicing and researching at the same time.

Now that the camp was calm, Meng Can was restless, even considering going outside to find patients.

Hearing Ba Tu's words, Meng Can became quite excited and was about to take his pulse.

But Meng Chun frowned and stopped him, "Third Uncle, this isn't an ordinary patient! Ba Tu is an honored guest in our Jing Country. How can we as hosts operate on a guest?"

"Ba Tu, unless the Emperor agrees, we cannot accept your request."

If something went wrong, affecting relations between the two countries, who would bear the consequences?

Ba Tu stood up abruptly, "Then I'll go find Lord Duoti and have him speak to your Emperor!"

An incense stick's burning time later, Duoti looked at Ba Tu, feeling a deep headache coming on.

"My Lord, have you seen the medical skills of these Jing Country Doctors?"

"That soldier with the intestinal abscess, have you seen his wound? The stitches make it look almost as if he was never injured."

"Last night, he was even able to drink millet porridge!"

Duoti's expression was complex.

"My Lord, where on the grasslands can we find such doctors! If I don't get treatment in Jing Country, where else can I go!?"