Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter One Thousand and Six: Successful Surgery

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Zhu Houzhao is like this, once he starts, his hands are like flying.

The knife in his hand was steady, and his face was solemn, as if he was knitting a sweater, with skillful hands.

This is a talent passed down from his ancestors. For example, his ancestors were very good at cutting people. Now, Xiao Zhu also holds a knife. It is also a knife. One kills and the other saves.

To some extent, what Fang Jifan pursues is always the result, and the process can be ignored.

For example, his goal is to serve the country and the people. As for selling houses halfway, developing new cities, renovating old cities, etc., these are all trivial details. Everyone only needs to know that he is fighting for the development of the nation.

Fang Jifan didn't need to make a move on any bastard who dared to raise an objection, countless disciples and grandchildren would rush up and bite him bloody.

But what little Zhu Xiucai pursues is the process.

He doesn't care about the result, he dies when he dies. How can there be an immortal in a cure? What he enjoys is that in the process, he cuts open his stomach, cuts off something, and finally stitches up the wound.

In the intestines of the sheep, fresh blood flowed in pools.

In fact, the shelf life of blood is not too long. Fortunately, this operation is not long.

Fang Jifan was in charge of delivering various equipment to Zhu Houzhao at any time, and sometimes, he would wipe Zhu Houzhao's sweat.

The effect of the stinky pockmark soup was a bit reluctant. Zhou Zheng got up a few times, but he didn't feel too much pain.

But... that kind of creepy feeling frightened him a lot.

The wound torn open by the lancet was still bleeding profusely, and at the same time, there was blood... being replenished.

And at this moment, a voice came from outside: "Get out!"

Fang Jifan frowned, no one dared to yell and get away on his own territory, here, he was only allowed to shout alone.

Which guy who kills a thousand knives...want to die...?

Someone outside said: "Your Majesty, the operation is going on in the silkworm room, please Your Majesty..."

Fang Jifan's heart skipped a beat, why didn't he expect that those who dare to yell here are definitely not small people, it's just...

Why is Your Majesty here?

No wonder... Fang Jifan was shocked and gasped.

This fuck off, what a shout.

Not to mention full of domineering, there was a bit of vicissitudes in that deep voice, and in the vicissitudes of life was full of affection for the working people. No wonder just now, I was a little heartbroken, and I really deserve to be Your Majesty.

Emperor Hongzhi said coldly: "It's already started? Get the clothes and cover..."

Zhu Houzhao was still engrossed.

When he operates, he is never influenced by the outside world.

Emperor Hongzhi soon walked in wearing white clothes and a mask.

He glanced at Jamsil.

Fang Jifan has already started to feel a little timid.

Zhu Houzhao said: "Pliers..."

Fang Jifan didn't know whether to pass the pliers or salute first.

Emperor Hongzhi glanced at Zhou Zheng, who was stripped naked like an egg, and his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

Zhu Houzhao lowered his head, supported the wound while urging: "Hurry up, pliers."

Fang Jifan immediately gave Emperor Hongzhi a smile.

Emperor Hongzhi stepped forward, but took out a pliers from the vat filled with alcohol, and handed it over.

Zhu Houzhao's eyes remained motionless, he took over the pliers, and continued the operation.

"plate……"

Fang Jifan picked up the plate in a hurry, and immediately, Zhu Houzhao slammed a rotted appendix directly on the plate, and continued: "Needle and thread!"

Fang Jifan wanted to take this thing away, but he couldn't get away for a while.

Emperor Hongzhi took the needle and thread and handed it to Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao finally turned his eyes sideways, and when he glanced away, he saw a new person beside him...

But……

Zhu Houzhao still ignored this.

He is the king in the silkworm room!

Emperor Hongzhi looked at the bloody wound. The layer of cloth on the wound had already been stained red with blood. Zhou Zheng was bleeding profusely. But at the same time, the intestines connected to the blood sac were under Su Yue's control. Underneath, blood slowly poured into Zhou Zheng's body.

Su Yue seemed very excited, at this moment he completely forgot himself.

He is lucky, not only can he use this to test the blood-drawing technique, but if he succeeds, his thesis can be confirmed.

The most important thing is that it is really lucky to be able to observe such a miraculous technique.

Zhu Houzhao has started stitching.

Emperor Hongzhi stood quietly aside, watching intently.

Actually...he was forced to come here.

What is the solution?

The Empress Dowager tabooed illnesses and avoided medical treatment.

But if you think about it carefully, Zhou Qing's family is really very old, and if something really happens, Zhu Houzhao can't afford it.

He was a little annoyed that Zhu Houzhao was always making his own opinions.

But after entering the silkworm room, seeing Zhu Houzhao's serious appearance, he didn't make any more noise.

When Zhu Houzhao sewed stitches, he was very fast, as if he was engaged in some kind of art.

Emperor Hongzhi was fascinated by watching it, but he was thinking in his heart, it’s all done, what else can we do?

With a sigh in my heart, I continued to watch Zhu Houzhao thread the needle.

This guy usually has a rough voice, but his... hands are so coincidental.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao raised his head and said in an imperative tone, "Gauze."

In a daze, Zhu Houzhao had finished stitching.

Emperor Hongzhi stood in the position of Fang Jifan's deputy, which made Fang Jifan somewhat unable to do anything.

Instead, Emperor Hongzhi took the gauze himself and delivered it to Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao did not hesitate, first applied medicine to the wound, and then began to bandage the wound.

After everything was over, he lost his breath and couldn't help but said, "Wipe off your sweat."

Emperor Hongzhi: "..."

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An operation, simply and neatly.

As for whether it is life or death, it is not Zhu Houzhao's business.

He seemed to relax all of a sudden, his tense nerves became relaxed.

Fang Jifan said at this time: "I have seen His Majesty..."

Emperor Hongzhi looked at Zhou Zheng's situation worriedly, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Zhu Houzhao said conveniently, "My son is 50% sure."

"Wrong." Fang Jifan hurriedly said, "It's probably 80%, 80%!"

This time, Emperor Hongzhi chose to trust Zhu Houzhao.

He frowned and said, "Can we go out now?"

Zhu Houzhao just remembered something, his eyes widened suddenly, and he said in surprise: "Ah, why is the father here?"

Emperor Hongzhi can't wait to roar fiercely in this silkworm room, why did I come here, shouldn't I ask you this?

Fortunately...he has a lot of self-cultivation.

Zhu Houzhao hurriedly said: "Father, I don't blame my son, Zhang Yong said...today is an auspicious day, he said he knows physiognomy, Yinzhou Hou, he doesn't look like a short-lived person, my son listened to him... "

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Zhang Yong was outside, with a worried expression on his face. His Majesty entered, but he didn't dare to stop him, and he didn't know what would happen inside. His Royal Highness, he must be beaten again.

He looked sneaky, but anxious like an ant in a hot pot.

Little did they know that danger was approaching.

At this moment, the door opened.

Emperor Hongzhi came out first with his hands behind his back, and then he took off his mask and coat, and exhaled.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan followed Emperor Hongzhi step by step honestly and took off their masks one after another.

Zhu Houzhao's coat was still stained with blood, so he took off his coat and threw it to the medical students beside him.

When Zhang Yong saw His Majesty, he didn't dare to vent his anger and retreated to the side.

But he wanted to be a transparent person, but he couldn't get it.

Just listen to Emperor Hongzhi say: "Which one is Zhang Yong?"

Zhu Houzhao then pointed to Zhang Yong: "Father, that's him."

Zhang Yong was stunned...

What... what does this mean?

Seeing Emperor Hongzhi gave himself a meaningful look.

Fang Jifan also looked at himself, with a half-smile.

Zhu Houzhao, on the other hand, looked like he had drawn a clear line of boundaries and was jealous of evil.

Zhang Yong...was scared to pee.

What... what do you mean...

Emperor Hongzhi didn't say anything, but turned around and said, "Hou Yinzhou, when will you wake up?"

Zhu Houzhao shook his head like a rattle: "I don't know."

Emperor Hongzhi: "..."

A group of people went to the small hall on the side.

Someone had already served tea.

But Emperor Hongzhi just saw the operation, and he really didn’t have any appetite at all. Looking at everything, he felt gastric juice rolling in his body, so he waved his hand, he exhaled, and glared at Zhu Houzhao: "You know, your great-grandmother almost panic Crazy? Nosy things that shouldn't be meddling, don't meddle in them!"

Zhu Houzhao immediately said confidently: "Father, what is meddling? Could it be that a patient is dying, can my son refuse to save him?"

Emperor Hongzhi: "..."

He took a deep breath.

The truth is the truth, but the prince doesn't understand the world at all.

Emperor Hongzhi unexpectedly did not blame him today.

Perhaps everyone has a kind and free-wheeling self in their hearts. When they see a child about to fall, they will subconsciously want to help him up. It's just that people are gradually mature, calm, and sophisticated. Although they have such thoughts deep in their hearts, they will inevitably look forward and backward, and will think, if the child has not fallen, if I help, will it be reversed? Arouse blame from others, or, someone thinks you have other intentions.

Ever since, a sophisticated person can see all kinds of bad things happening around him with peace of mind, even if his original intention is not like this.

Perhaps, as you get older, you will be complacent about it, thinking that you are stable, and you know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "Hou Yinzhou is so old, how can his body bear it?"

When Zhu Houzhao heard it, he immediately beamed with joy: "This is the most powerful part of this operation, ah...I don't understand this, Lao Fang, tell me."

Fang Jifan had no choice but to say: "The director of the medical school, Su Yue, published a paper a few days ago called Blood Theory. Your Majesty, the blood in the human body is closely related to the life and death of a person. For example, Hou Yinzhou, his body is weak, if he If you perform an operation rashly, you will easily lose a lot of blood, and if you lose too much blood, it will easily lead to shock or even death. This is also the most difficult part of this operation."

Emperor Hongzhi listened, but he was even more worried. If that is the case, then you will perform an operation on him: "You

Go on. "

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