Chapter 528: Chapter 528 Her Majesty the Queen, You’re Floating! 1

Si Lisao’s restrained gaze fell deeply upon Ye Siyuan’s aggrieved yet longing face, his eyes filled with tenderness. He lifted his gaze, seeking the opinion of the professional doctor.

Si Mingjing noticed Si Lisao’s inquiring look directed her way.Honestly, you two,she thought, resisting the urge to touch her nose,this is an operating room, not a bedroom!

But, from a professional medical standpoint, their kiss wouldn’t interfere with her work, especially since she was already finishing up.

Si Mingjing focused on administering the Silver Needles and said, "Don’t move too much."

No sooner had she spoken than Si Lisao’s mature, handsome face lowered, obscuring Si Mingjing’s view entirely.

Si Lisao kissed the girl who had been anxious and frightened for hours. It was an incredibly gentle kiss, displaying a tenderness he had never shown before, as if he held a precious Pearl formed from the thinnest water film in his mouth—so fragile it would shatter with the slightest pressure. Thus, he was exceedingly careful, cherishing the moment.

A few hours ago, he had been conducting a high-level meeting in the conference room when, suddenly, a pang of anguish struck his heart, so intense he could barely breathe.

The pain was so severe it almost made him think he was having a heart attack!

It took him a few seconds to collect himself before he realized—she was in trouble!

She had helped him complete his coming-of-age ceremony, and he had placed the Dragon’s Brand upon her; thus, he could sense it whenever she faced life-threatening danger.

The more intense his angina, the graver her peril.

When the pain became unbearable, Si Lisao’s heart felt as if it too had plummeted into an endless abyss.

Now, his angina had subsided, leaving only a dull ache. Si Lisao’s worry, however, had not eased. The panic of nearly losing her made Si Lisao realize for the first time that, at some unknown point, she had seared an indelible mark upon his heart!

Therefore, Si Lisao kissed her—gently, deeply, lingeringly, exploringly... unceasingly.

He treated her as the world’s only treasure, cherishing her with utmost care.

If only this could truly ease her pain,he thought.

Si Mingjing removed the last Silver Needle from the crown of Ye Siyuan’s head. Her work finished, she took two steps back, leaving ample space for the two of them.

Afterward, she walked out to look for Bo Leng.

The guard informed her that Bo Leng had already left.

At the entrance of the operating room, an indignant medical team was still gathered. Dean Fu was also there, his expression so grim it was hard to describe.

Si Mingjing walked over, bowed, and sincerely apologized, "Dean Fu, I apologize for my earlier offense. It was all for the sake of treatment. Please forgive my rather unceremonious actions."

Dean Fu huffed heavily, clearly not wanting to acknowledge Si Mingjing. In his eyes, the Queen’s image had plummeted after this incident.

"I’ll also need to trouble you, Dean Fu, to arrange a hospital room. The operating room is too cold; it’s not suitable for her to remain here."

Dean Fu didn’t even deign to glance at Si Mingjing. He turned and strode into the operating room, saying to the entire medical team on standby, "Prepare for surgery!"

Si Mingjing watched as Dean Fu and the medical team re-scrubbed, donned new gloves, and changed into surgical attire, appearing ready to perform an immediate craniotomy. She simply smiled, not interfering.

Sometimes,she mused,no amount of explanation is as convincing as witnessing the truth firsthand.

When the medical team entered, Si Lisao had just finished his attempt to soothe Ye Siyuan’s pain. He gently stroked her face, his restrained voice soft, "Does it still hurt?"

Shining teardrops rolled from the corners of Ye Siyuan’s eyes.

Si Lisao’s heart suddenly tightened. "Why are you crying?"

"It still hurts..."

The moment his lips left hers, the pain returned.

At that moment, the entire medical team walked in. Si Lisao suppressed the urge to continue soothing her pain and instead tightly held her hand.

Dean Fu recalled the Queen tampering with the patient’s head and wondered if the patient’s condition had worsened. He ordered, "Take the patient for another brain scan—quickly!"

This time, even Si Lisao didn’t object. He wanted to know if his younger sister had successfully treated Si Yuan’s intracranial hematoma.

This was no minor matter; it had to be handled with extreme caution to ensure there were absolutely no mistakes.

Si Lisao remained by Ye Siyuan’s side throughout the process.

The expedited scans were quickly taken and delivered to Dean Fu. He glanced at them, his eyebrows shooting up in astonishment. He then flung the films at the radiologist who brought them, exclaiming, "These are the wrong films! How many years have you been at this hospital to still make such a basic error?"

"Dean Fu, the films aren’t wrong."

The radiologist was a resident physician. The moment he received the films, he too had initially thought they were incorrect, but he had confirmed them three times before bringing them over.

Dean Fu, who had been suppressing his anger all night, demanded, "And you’re telling me these films aren’t wrong?"

"They really aren’t wrong. I’ve confirmed it repeatedly."

The second assistants, unsure what was happening, crowded around to look at the films. They exclaimed in shock, "These films must be wrong! The patient has an epidural hematoma. But look at this film—where is there any sign of an epidural hematoma? Go find out what happened; the films must have been mixed up!"

The radiologist was on the verge of tears. "I really, really didn’t get them wrong."

The first assistant also came over, scrutinizing the films repeatedly. "Could the Queen have truly healed the patient? How is this possible? Is Chinese medicine really that incredible?"

"Dean Fu, please come over here," an intern standing before an instrument panel called out. "The patient’s intracranial pressure has returned to normal, and other indicators are also stabilizing."

Dean Fu strode over, his face stern, to inspect the data on the instrument panel. He then returned, took the films from the first assistant’s hands, and stared at them for a long time, his mind still reeling.

The intracranial hematoma... completely cleared?

Without performing a craniotomy, the Queen had actually managed it?

Having practiced medicine for so many years, this was the first time Dean Fu had witnessed the true prowess of Chinese medicine. He stood there, utterly dumbfounded and in disbelief.

Both the first and second assistants were equally dumbfounded; neither had ever witnessed anything like it.

The first assistant, a renowned associate chief physician in the hospital’s neurosurgery department, had performed countless intracranial surgeries.If this condition could be treated by clearing the hematoma without a craniotomy,he thought,then what was the point of him studying Western medicine? He might as well switch to Chinese medicine!

In the entire operating room, the only one not shocked was Si Lisao. His voice was steady as he asked, "What’s the situation?"

Dean Fu recalled his previous attitude toward the Queen and his distrust of her medical skills. His old face burned; words like ’ashamed’ and ’humbled’ couldn’t begin to capture his current shock and profound respect for Chinese medicine.

Dean Fu said, "Your Excellency, Princess Ye no longer requires a craniotomy. Her intracranial hematoma has been completely cleared by Her Majesty, the Queen. But... how did she do it? This is simply incredible! In all my years of practicing medicine, I’ve never seen anything like it!"

Si Lisao’s cool voice, though detached, carried an undeniable pride in his younger sister’s abilities. "Her medical skills have always been sublime. It’s quite normal for you to be shocked, having never witnessed them before."

Si Lisao quite enjoyed seeing the chagrined expressions on Dean Fu and the other doctors’ faces, as well as their awe at his younger sister’s medical prowess.

"Can we transfer her to a ward now?"

"Yes, I’ll arrange it immediately," Dean Fu replied.

Ye Siyuan had already slipped back into unconsciousness. Once she was moved to a ward, Dean Fu ordered an IV drip to be started. Si Lisao sat by her side, remaining vigilantly by her bedside.

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