Lin Fan lifted the patient's quilt, and a foul odor assailed him, almost making him vomit his dinner.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the smell, which was like a biological weapon, as he carefully examined the patient's condition.
Wan Anfu could not wear any clothes at the moment.
Lin Fan could clearly see that centered around his crotch, the area extended up to his entire abdomen and down to both thighs, as if something had corroded it.
The flesh at the center had already rotted away, and the edges were a disturbing grayish-white, looking particularly horrifying.
It was truly hard to imagine that the person before him was still alive!
Lin Fan calmed himself and used his divine eye to scan the patient's internal condition.
"Doctor Lin, is my husband still savable?"
Seeing Lin Fan staring at the wound for a long time without speaking, Tian Yu asked nervously.
"The toxins have already invaded the internal organs, and even the bone marrow and nerves have not been spared."
As these words were spoken, they struck like a heavy hammer, making Tian Yu stagger and almost fall.
Was he beyond saving?
"It will take some effort."
Lin Fan said.
"Doctor Lin, you mean my husband is still savable?"
A spark of light erupted in Tian Yu's eyes.
"Of course, he is."
Lin Fan nodded gently.
Upon hearing this, Tian Yu became incredibly excited, her body trembling. She could hardly believe her ears.
Wan Anfu, lying on the bed, opened his eyes wide, staring intently at the young doctor before him.
He couldn't remember how many times he had lain like a corpse on a plank, asking neighbors to help carry him onto a cart and take him to so-called miracle doctors.
Each time, he returned disappointed, having exhausted the last of his family's meager savings.
Wan Anfu's heart rekindled with hope for life, and his breathing became a little stronger.
"Yes, that's better."
Lin Fan keenly noticed the patient's change.
He took out a sharp surgical knife, gauze, suture thread, and a large bottle of Jin Chuang Yao (trauma healing medicine).
"I knew it wouldn't be useless."
Lin Fan looked at the Jin Chuang Yao, feeling a pang of frustration in his heart.
Su Yurou kept urging him to develop the sL stem cell scar removal and beauty cream as soon as possible.
Heaven knew how his Jin Chuang Yao had become some sL stem cell scar removal and beauty cream.
Su Yurou had argued that the medical aesthetic industry needed a gimmick. If it was called Jin Chuang Yao, people would deem it too expensive at two hundred yuan a bottle, but if it was renamed sL stem cell scar removal and beauty cream, they would feel it was a bargain at two thousand yuan a bottle.
Moreover, sL was the abbreviation of their surnames, holding a special commemorative meaning.
Lin Fan hadn't been idle. With minor modifications, he had finally developed a Jin Chuang Yao with even stronger hemostatic and tissue-regenerating properties.
However, Su Yurou had greatly disliked it.
"Scar removal! The core is scar removal!"
"I'll say it once, and you'll repeat it after me: the core is scar removal, not hemostasis and tissue regeneration!"
"As long as it can prevent scarring, it doesn't matter if the wound takes a month to heal!"
Su Yurou's haunting voice echoed in his ears, causing Lin Fan to frown his sharp eyebrows.
"This is being used, isn't it?"
"Doctor Lin, what are you talking about?"
Tian Yu stood by, hearing Lin Fan muttering to himself, feeling very curious.
"It's nothing."
Lin Fan regained his senses and looked at Wan Anfu's face, saying, "Your wound area is large, and the source of the illness is deep within the bone marrow. Next, I will cut away the rotten flesh, clean the wound again, and then use medicinal soup and acupuncture to slowly remove the toxins from your body."
"Actually," Lin Fan thought for a moment and added, "If it were a specialized Western medicine hospital, the debridement surgery would definitely be better and more professional than my skills."
Lin Fan's Western medical knowledge was learned from Song Yue, who in turn had learned a lot of Traditional Chinese Medicine from him.
They complemented each other's strengths, combining their knowledge.
"Doctor Lin, please proceed."
Tian Yu said.
Their family was struggling to even afford food, let alone go to a hospital.
Furthermore, Lin Fan was the first doctor who had said her husband was savable, so he was naturally more trustworthy.
Lin Fan nodded gently and looked into Wan Anfu's eyes, saying, "The debridement can be done in two to three sessions, so the duration of each session will be much shorter. Or, we can do it all at once, but I'm afraid you might not be able to endure it."
"I can do it all at once."
Wan Anfu said without hesitation.
"Are you sure? I have anesthetic, but I'm not a professional anesthesiologist. I can only use less rather than more, and then..."
"Sure, sure!"
Before Lin Fan could finish speaking, Wan Anfu nodded immediately.
If he had to talk about pain, he was in constant agony.
This torment had persisted for an unknown length of time; what else could he not endure?
"Since you agree."
Lin Fan looked at Tian Yu and instructed, "Sister, go find something for him to bite on."
"Alright."
Tian Yu ran out of the bedroom, while Lin Fan took out the anesthetic and carefully injected it around Wan Anfu's wound, needle by needle.
Wan Anfu's expression eased considerably.
The tormenting pain seemed to recede from him.
*Swish!*
Lin Fan took out his sharp surgical knife and prepared gauze, hemostatic powder, and Jin Chuang Yao.
"Here it comes."
Tian Yu brought back a towel and stuffed it into her husband's mouth.
The knife glinted sharply, slowly approaching Wan Anfu's wound.
Wan Anfu tensed up immediately and couldn't help but look down.
"Anfu, don't look."
Tian Yu quickly covered his eyes.
A moment later.
"Ah~"
A piercing scream caused Wan Ling, who was absently writing her homework, to look up.
She wanted to check on her father but worried her mother wouldn't allow it.
While she hesitated, her father's screams continued, one after another, more piteous than ever before.
Wan Ling, terrified, covered her ears and sat on her stool, trembling.
Wan Anfu's screams, initially sharp, later became hoarse.
Finally, his throat could only emit dry, guttural gasps; he could no longer scream.
Tian Yu stood by, holding a flashlight, no longer able to bear looking at her husband's contorted face.
The foul, sticky smell made her dizzy.
That was Wan Anfu's flesh!
Lin Fan's forehead was covered in sweat, yet his expression remained calm, his gaze sharp.
With the aid of purple energy, his movements were incredibly skilled and precise.
Yet, even so, the pile of rotting flesh growing on the tray put increasing pressure on him.
Wan Anfu's vital signs were growing weaker. If not for the Crimson Blood Lingzhi sustaining him, he would have likely died from the pain long ago.
"Fetch a bowl and some clean water."
After applying Jin Chuang Yao to the wound, Wan Anfu twitched, then his eyes closed, as if he had died.
Lin Fan's pupils constricted. The Purple Extreme Spiritual Eye immediately penetrated his chest, clearly seeing his heart beating abnormally slowly, indicating he was at the end of his strength.
"Oh, okay."
Tian Yu's mind was in a daze. She didn't even know if her husband was alive or dead.
To put it crudely, the room now resembled a slaughterhouse.
Let alone a patient in critical condition, even a healthy person subjected to such ordeal might not survive.
Tian Yu stumbled out. All she knew now was to follow instructions instinctively.