Abandoned daughter by a genius doctor: King Leng's favorite concubine

Chapter 890 Surgery for the Emperor

The most different thing between the two countries is the customs and customs. Zhao Huan has never traveled far since he was a child, and he is looking forward to that moment.

What Ye Lingxi asked Shang Huai to prepare, Shang Huai prepared as well, and the operation was today.

The old emperor seemed to have a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start. Before the operation, Ye Lingxi comforted him a few words. The old emperor didn't know what was waiting for him, hell or light.

Ye Lingxi can understand that at a very old age, maybe he prefers not to have surgery, and then waits to die slowly. At least he can still have a chance to survive for a few days, but once the surgery is done, in his opinion, it is most likely to die .

In the previous life, when surgeries were so frequent, it was inevitable for everyone to be nervous when undergoing surgeries for the first time, let alone in this age, surgeries were something they had never heard of.

"Grandpa, don't be afraid, your grandson will always be by your side."

"What's so interesting about this bloody scene, you'd better go outside and wait instead of staying here."

"Grandpa, grandson doesn't feel bloody, grandson wants to be with you."

Shang Huai held the emperor's hand. He was raised by the emperor since he was a child, and the relationship between the two is naturally unusual. In this world, the old emperor is his only relative.

The old emperor didn't say anything, and seemed to feel a lot more relaxed. With someone close to him by his side, his fear seemed to be gone.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, you can just sleep for a while, and you'll be fine when you wake up, Xiaomei, go and see if the soup is ready."

"Yes, ma'am."

Zhao Huan was waiting at the door of the sleeping hall, and saw Xiaomei who was beside Ye Lingxi coming out, and asked incoherently, "Is it ready?"

Xiaomei comforted and said: "Miss Zhao, it hasn't started yet. Xiaomei is going to see if the soup for the emperor is ready. Don't worry, our lady is very skilled in medicine, and the emperor will be fine."

"Yes." Now Ye Lingxi is the only hope for all of them, and Zhao Huan entrusts all his trust to her.

Ye Lingxi was going to perform surgery on the emperor today, and Zhao Huan was not the only one guarding outside. At this moment, the front yard of the palace was full of people, most of them were courtiers. The emperor was being operated on inside. How could they rest assured? , must stand outside and guard.

Everyone stared at Xiaomei's appearance. Xiaomei had never seen such a scene before, and she couldn't help but tsk-tsk. If her elder brother hadn't led her to the Yiye Medical Center, she might never have come to the Shang Dynasty in her life. The royal palace was treated with courtesy.

"Xiaomei, the medicine is ready, you can bring it in."

"I happened to be here to get the medicine, Sister Hongyu. During this period, no outsiders have come close to this soup."

"Youmo and I are guarding together, what else can go wrong, go quickly, don't delay."

"Okay, then I'll send it over, Miss Hongyu, the lady said, we need to prepare a lot of hot water."

"Got it, Yingchun is boiling water, I'll bring it later."

Xiaomei responded, and hurriedly took the decoction.

"Your Majesty, the soup is here, please drink it."

The old emperor hesitated: "If I drink this soup, I will lose consciousness, right?"

"Yes."

"Grandpa, don't be afraid, grandson is here with you."

The old emperor nodded slightly, took a few sips of the soup and drank it, and soon after, he felt his eyelids were heavy, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Ye Lingxi looked at Shang Huai: "Are you sure you're not waiting outside?"

"determine."

Ye Lingxi didn't say anything else, and took out all the instruments needed for the operation.

(End of this chapter)