Group pet princess with fight Xixi to dominate ancient times

Chapter 42 The first time to perform surgery in ancient times!
Jiang Shuyue looked at Jiang Mengyue with contempt, and sighed: "Who said that if you don't have a fever, it's not a lung inflammation?

Some people have stronger resistance, so they won't have a fever. Eldest sister has studied medicine for many years, how can she not know as much as you? "

"You're right. How can I compare to you when I'm an idiot?"

Jiang Mengyue smiled faintly, and didn't bother to argue with her.

She wasn't sure if Ye Wumei had fluid in her lungs, but what she was sure of was that there was absolutely no inflammation in Ye Wumei's lungs.

Since Jiang Shuyue wanted to make a fool of herself, she just stood aside and watched the excitement.

"Look at what the third sister said, I don't know... I thought that what the elder sister said was aimed at you!"

Jiang Shuyue said with a wry smile.

Jiang Mengyue watched her play leisurely, not interested in talking to her.

Half an hour later, the maid brought out the fried medicine and handed it to Jiang Shuyue.

Afterwards, Jiang Shuyue followed the secret recipe, dipped some medicinal soup with a silver needle, and stabbed it into Ye Wumei's various acupoints.

Afterwards, she was busy for another half an hour, and asked Ye Wumei to take the rest of the medicinal soup.

She waited quietly for a while, then said softly, "Sect Master Ye, are you feeling better now?"

"Cough...cough..."

Ye Wumei frowned, then coughed violently again, after a while, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and his complexion became even paler.

Gong Zhanyun hurriedly walked to his side, gently patted his back, and said anxiously: "Junior Brother, how are you doing?"

"After being pricked with silver needles, it seems...it seems to be a bit more serious..."

Ye Wumei's voice was very weak.

"This...it's impossible!"

Jiang Shuyue's face froze, a drop of cold sweat fell on her forehead, she shook her head repeatedly and said, "It doesn't make sense..."

"If the medicine is not right for the disease, it will harm people, don't you know?"

Jiang Mengyue tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with sarcasm.

"shut up!"

Jiang Shuyue's eyes were flushed, she stared at Jiang Mengyue resentfully and said, "Third sister, with your little weight, you are worthy to teach me?
Even if I was negligent occasionally, and something went wrong, which led to the current situation, it doesn't mean you can cure him, right?

You don't take a mirror to look at yourself, what are you! "

"Yes! The third princess is so powerful, so hurry up and try it! What if the third princess is really lucky and cured Sect Master Ye? Hahahahaha!"

General Hua looked at Jiang Mengyue contemptuously, almost crying tears of laughter.

Jiang Mengyue glanced at General Hua and smiled, and said calmly: "Okay, then the princess will lend you a good fortune!"

She raised her right foot and walked towards Ye Wumei.

"Little Junior Sister..."

Gong Zhanyun's wild eyes suddenly narrowed, and a hint of worry flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

He was about to stop Jiang Mengyue and immediately went to look for Bai Qingfeng, Jiang Mengyue looked at Gong Zhanyun seriously, smiled at him and said, "Third senior brother, trust me once!"

The determination in her eyes made Gong Zhanyun startled.

After a while, his heart sank, he nodded and said: "Okay, just do your best, if you really don't know how to use the medicine, I will immediately invite your second senior brother!"

"Thank you third brother."

The corners of Jiang Mengyue's lips curled slightly, and she sat beside Ye Wumei's bed and helped him feel his pulse.

Jiang Mengyue didn't know that on a big tree outside the hall, there was a monstrous man in white, looking at her calmly with his elegant eyebrows lowered.

This person is Gu Yinshu.

After finishing his work, he came here to see Ye Wumei's situation.

I didn't want to, but happened to see Jiang Shuyue's treatment failed, so Jiang Mengyue started to take action.

He wanted to see Jiang Mengyue's medical skills for a while, so he watched the excitement here.

"The eldest princess has excellent medical skills, should I help him cure his lung disease now?"

"That's for sure! I'm afraid it won't be long before the High Priest kicks this idiot out of the school and takes the Eldest Princess as his apprentice!"

Outside the hall, the maids and servants also poked their heads and looked into the hall, but they couldn't see anything clearly because they were too far away.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Mengyue had determined that Ye Wumei had a lung disease caused by fluid in the lungs.

She quickly drew up a treatment plan, looked at Gong Zhanyun seriously and said: "Senior brother, if I want to cure him, I must perform a minor operation.

Can you guys leave first?After an hour, I guarantee that he will be cured! "

"Surgery? What is surgery?"

Gong Zhanyun frowned slightly, and a hint of curiosity flashed across his wild and handsome face.

"I can't explain it in a few words, I will explain it to you slowly in the future!"

Jiang Mengyue said seriously.

"Okay! Then I'll come back in an hour. General Hua, princess, you go out with me!"

Gong Zhanyun glanced at them coldly, then walked towards the outside of the hall.

"Hey, you foolish fool! This general wants to see what flowers you can come up with!"

General Hua looked disdainful.

Jiang Shuyue was even more contemptuous, thinking that Jiang Mengyue must be incapable of treating illnesses, and she wanted to delay the time for fear of embarrassing others.

Soon, they left the hall, and the maids and servants also came out, and slowly closed the hall door.

When everyone saw Jiang Shuyue coming out, they all looked very excited.

"Princess, has Sect Master Ye recovered?"

"You are truly a god alive!"

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"Fourth senior brother, do you have Mafeisan here?"

Jiang Mengyue frowned slightly, looking at Ye Wumei seriously and said.

"Yes, ahem... Do I need to take some?"

Ye Wumei rolled her coquettish fox eyes and smiled at Jiang Mengyue.

His demeanor was alluring and seductive, Jiang Mengyue was almost bewitched by him and lost his mind.

She gathered herself together and said seriously: "Yes, I need the fourth senior brother to fall asleep before starting the operation."

"it is good."

Ye Wumei stared deeply at Jiang Mengyue, picked up the Mafeisan beside the table, swallowed it, and said word by word: "The matter has come to this, we can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

If I can survive, I will definitely give you a big gift. "

"Okay, then I'll wait!"

After Jiang Mengyue spoke seriously, Ye Weiyang gradually passed out.

Soon, Jiang Mengyue spent ten taels of silver to buy a dagger, a roll of gauze, a bottle of alcohol, needles and threads to suture the wound, and so on.

Unable to buy a syringe and use a minimally invasive procedure to aspirate the fluid in his lungs, she had to open his chest cavity and slowly aspirate it with a needle.

Fortunately, things like alcohol are also a kind of department store, otherwise she wouldn't be able to buy anything.

Seeing Jiang Mengyue again, Gu Yinshu took out a bunch of things from his sleeves, raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, and a faint light flashed in his eyes.

Afterwards, he saw Jiang Mengyue peeling off Ye Wumei's shirt.

Gu Yinshu: "..."

He seemed to think that Jiang Mengyue wanted to be frivolous to Ye Wumei, and a trace of disgust arose in his heart.

However, what he never expected was that Jiang Mengyue would sterilize the dagger and slowly slash it down on Ye Wumei's chest.

After that, she picked up the needle and carefully sucked up the fluid in her lungs. Soon, she sucked up ten needles.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then began to use surgical stitches to help Ye Wumei suture the wound, and wrapped several layers of gauze on the outside.

It was the first time that Gu Yinshu saw this kind of treatment method, and his eyes on Jiang Mengyue deepened for a moment.

When the effect of Mafeisan gradually passed, Ye Wumei's eyelashes trembled slightly, she opened her long and narrow fox eyes, and looked deeply at Jiang Mengyue.

At this moment, exactly one hour passed, General Hua suddenly pushed open the hall door, and walked towards the hall with the others.

He glanced at Ye Wumei, who was getting weaker and weaker, and was about to laugh at Jiang Mengyue's incompetence, when Ye Wumei said hotly: "Junior Junior Sister, I feel much better.

Now I no longer have chest tightness and shortness of breath. After about a month or two of training, I will be no different from ordinary people. You... how did you do it? "

"Drip! The task is completed, and the reward is 1 taels of silver!"

Little Luoluo's immature voice sounded.

Jiang Mengyue hurriedly concealed her excitement, smiled at Ye Wumei and said, "I can't explain clearly in a few words, I will tell you later!"

"What... what?"

Gong Zhanyun looked at Ye Wumei in shock, pointed at Jiang Mengyue with trembling fingers, and said, "She, she...she treated you...was it cured?"

(End of this chapter)