She felt she could only stand tall and straight beside Gu Youyou if she straightened her own spine.
"The first lesson I’m giving you today is about worldly etiquette," she said.
Worldly etiquette? What are you doing right now? Banxia was surprised after being moved.
Banxia straightened her back, but she kept her gaze on her own toes, not daring to look at Yue Rujing’s skin, which was even more delicate and fair than a woman’s.
She actually wanted to go out, but Gu Youyou wouldn’t allow it, insisting on teaching her medical skills instead.
As her mind wandered, Gu Youyou’s serene voice came again, "Banxia, a healer’s worldly etiquette is to have no worldly etiquette. I know what’s in your head, but I need to tell you that’s not correct.
In the eyes of a healer, there’s no distinction between male and female patients—not just in words, but in action. You don’t have to be embarrassed, I’m going to make you lift your head now."
"Ah? But he is..." Banxia was shocked internally, and though she knew Gu Youyou was speaking the truth, she still hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.
However, Gu Youyou said, "The first time I held a scalpel to a patient’s chest, I was also afraid, It was a surgery for internal bleeding. If I didn’t open the patient’s chest to clear the clotted blood, he would die, so, in the end, I decided to make the cut.
Compared to facing a life, performing cranial or abdominal surgery, what does this distinction between sexes matter? Banxia, if you can’t even bear to look, how can you make a precise cut? You should know once the scalpel is down, there’s no room for even the slightest deviation."
Banxia suddenly lifted her head, looking at Gu Youyou. Her words were undoubtedly overturning her understanding of medical skills—opening someone’s chest?
Then, she saw Gu Youyou put away a needle and take out a small knife, softly patting it on Yue Rujing’s waist and abdomen.
Afterward, she saw the legendary and incomparably handsome Princely Heir sit up suddenly, looking at Gu Youyou with a mix of shock and anger.
Then, he began to roar, "You heartless woman, still thinking about those two bowls of blood, right? You actually wanted to take the chance while I was unconscious to cut open my belly. It’s a good thing I woke up in time, otherwise, I wouldn’t even know how I died. Wow, you’re ruthless, truly ruthless!"
Having said that, he put on his clothes and ran out, limping, forgetting even to take his cane.
Gu Youyou’s smile was as beautiful as a blooming flower, "Banxia, get the ointment from the topmost shelf, third cabinet for the Young Master. His leg is lame, he won’t get far fast."
Banxia breathed a sigh of relief and swiftly went to get the ointment to follow after him.
It was a false alarm, as it turned out Sister Youyou wasn’t really going to open up the Princely Heir’s chest—she was just scaring him.
She was indeed startled because Sister Youyou had mentioned the Princely Heir vomiting clotted blood and said she had once performed chest surgery on a patient with clotted blood in their chest.
"Young Master, please wait!"
Banxia ran quickly, catching up to Yue Rujing in no time.
With him in that condition, he couldn’t have gotten far, so he simply stopped moving.
He angrily said, "You’re that wicked woman’s lackey, what else are you planning to do?"
That woman dared to bully him, was it because she relied on her brother’s favor?
Banxia lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him, but she reached for the bottle of ointment and said, "You misunderstood Sister Youyou, she was only scaring you. You had already vomited the clotted blood, so there’s no need for chest surgery. This ointment is for you, from her."
"Humph!" Yue Rujing snatched the ointment and walked away, limping.
Watching his back, Banxia felt regret.
Fearful he would get too far, she had hurried after him too quickly, she should have brought his cane along.