The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

After Fang Jifan's teaching.

Zhu Houzhao probably understood the procedure.

Obviously ... the difficulty of this operation is much harder than he originally expected.

He thought it was the same as cutting his waist, and he came out with a snap.

Therefore, Zhu Houzhao took a deep breath and had to be cautious.

In the belly, but his own child, even possibly his own son.

You still have the throne and Jiangshan to inherit, to survive.

Fang Jifan is actually more nervous than Zhu Houzhao.

Because the surgical instruments of this era are naturally far inferior to those of the previous life. At this time, whether you can complete the surgery, you must rely on Zhu Houzhao's knife skills.

Fang Jifan touched Fang's belly, confirmed the child's position, and then he took a cloth to cover Fang's belly, leaving only a small mouth for surgery, this is to prevent blood flow Are everywhere.

Zhu Hou Zhao took the scalpel, while Fang Jifan took the hemostatic forceps to wait.

"His Royal Highness, we don't have much time. In order to prevent major bleeding, we must be quick. One minute later, Princess Fang will be more dangerous."

"Understood." Zhu Hou nodded.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "That's it, let's start now!"

"Start."

Zhu Hou Zhaoshen also took a deep breath. He concentrated on it. This guy's psychological quality is too good, and he must have been a pigsmith in his previous life.

Then, according to the position of the operation, Zhu Houzhao took this sharp scalpel and gently started to scratch on Fang Fei's belly.

Although Ma Ma Zi Tang has a certain anesthetic effect, the effect may be limited.

Fei felt pain.

She burst into tears.

This feeling of lying on their backs, two people holding a butcher's knife to rip themselves apart, is enough to make a woman feel the indescribable horror.

But ... she gritted her teeth and dared not move.

She knew in her heart that the child might not be able to keep her from being arbitrarily disturbed.

Fang Jifan couldn't help holding her hand and comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be nervous, it's okay, it will be okay soon, and the child will be seen soon."

"Is it?" Fang Fei's hand was cold and his voice choked with voice: "Okay, I don't move, I ... don't hurt ..."

Fang Ji nodded his head, then focused on it, observing the direction of Zhu Houzhao's knife.

Zhu Houzhao frowned, his eyes were like electricity, he began to cautiously, and cut the first belly.

call……

Crossed out.

He could already see the blood stains on his back belly.

Fang Jifan suddenly thought, isn't the scene in front of him the same as skinning? This is ancestral craftsmanship. I think that what Emperor Taizu Gao likes to do most of the time is to peel and fill the grass.

"Continue." Fang Jifan said.

"Sweat." Zhu Houzhao noticed that he had sweat on his forehead.

Sweat must never drip, and it is easy to infect wounds.

Fang Jifan was busy with sweating him.

Zhu Houzhao continued to stare at the surgical site and drew a second knife.

The second layer of skin slowly opened.

His hand is very stable and unbiased. This expression, like Wang Shouren who killed the pig, was calm and fast.

Zhu Houzhao continued, the scalpel cut the third layer of belly.

There are seven layers of belly. In the operation of later generations, it is not only simple to cut the belly at once. The difficulty of laparotomy is different from that of cutting the waist. This is because the wound required for laparotomy is larger. The skin is cut open, and then the child and placenta are quickly removed, and then sutured layer by layer. If it is directly cut with a knife, even if it is sutured, it may not stop the blood.

Fang's strong endurance, she could feel her belly cut open layer by layer. This was a terrifying thing. She raised her eyes and looked at Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan. The two of them bowed their heads. She died. Dragging Fang Jifan's hand: "Brother, kid ... is it out?"

Fang Jifan said: "Almost."

This ... is just the beginning.

Next, the third floor, the fourth floor ...

Obviously, the current surgical instruments are still not far off, and the sharpness of the scalpel is still far inferior to that of future generations. Only after the fourth layer, under the thin layer of the belly, can you almost see the abdominal cavity.

Fang Jifan prepared the gauze subconsciously, and was ready to stop bleeding at any time.

Normal caesarean section does not require blood transfusion, because caesarean section generally does not touch the aorta.

Of course, there are exceptions. For example, the operation time is too long, or the mother may have congenital anemia. Of course, the most terrible situation is a vein embolism in the lower extremity.

This probability is not high.

Fang Jifan was dragged by Fang Fei in one hand.

He could feel the coldness on Fang Fei's hand.

Fang Jifan thought about Fang Jifan's point of anesthesia, knowing that Fang Fei must be very painful.

Fang Jifan couldn't bear to look at the concubine's face.

At this point, Zhu Houzhao began to cut the last layer of belly.

Flesh and flesh.

Zhu Hou looked expressionless.

The average person sees this situation, and it's strange not to faint.

But what kind of person is Xiao Zhu, this fight is small, he longs for the blade to lick the blood, and now, his desire is satisfied, this process, he enjoys and is very happy.

Fang Jifan continued to use gauze and piled around the wound, and Yin Hong's blood began to flow out.

Zhu Houzhao began to take the hemostatic forceps, but the hemostatic forceps did not stop the bleeding, but expanded the wound.

Zhu Houzhao began to cut the uterus and said, "Hurry up."

Where did Fang Jifan dare to hesitate, his hands went deep into the wound, and slowly, he began to take out a head carefully.

Then, began to pull slowly, a weird little guy, wet all over, with skin folds all over his body, as big as a big mouse, slowly appeared in this world.

It seems that when it comes to the belly, Fang Jifan may be slammed. The young man leaves the mother with amniotic fluid and blood.

Fang Jifan immediately took the scissors and cut the umbilical cord. Then, the little guy finally realized that from then on, he no longer relied on the mother's umbilical cord to bring himself to sustain his life. He had become an independent individual. So, wow, and began to cry.

The cry was low, and obviously the breath was still very weak. After all, it was a premature baby. Fang Jifan, the ‘big rat’, left it aside, there was a tray, and the tray was filled with gauze.

Zhu Houzhao shouted, "How is the child?"

"Ugly!" Fang Jifan said calmly.

Zhu Hou Zhao said: "This palace asks if you are male or female."

Fang Jifan had no choice but to gather around and look at it. A familiar thing caught his eye. The reason why he is familiar is because he also has it and is bigger than him.

Fang Jifan said: "Male."

Zhu Houzhao was immediately excited, wishing he wanted to akimbo.

Fang Jifan saw that Zhu Houzhao's face was unnatural, and immediately said: "Hurry, take the placenta."

The Fang Fei, crying with joy, wept with joy.

She had always been thinking about it, to give birth to a grandson, but upon hearing this cry, her heart had already melted. For her,

Zhu Houzhao was busy using hemostatic forceps to continue to support the wound.

Fang Jifan took out the placenta without hesitation. At this time, Fang Jifan had felt that his back was almost wet.

Fang Jifan said: "His Royal Highness sewed up quickly, so hurry, I'll cook."

Zhu Hou took a look at Fang Fei.

Fang Fei had fainted.

In my ear, I heard the child's weak crying.

Zhu Houzhao felt very pleasant, but he knew it was time to show his magical skills.

He fetched the needle, his hands began to fly, and a series of dense needle threads immediately appeared.

Fang Jifan couldn't help but also greeted: "Your Highness, remember all the needles and threads, you must leave a hole in the future, so you can easily remove the thread.

Zhu Houzhao needs to sew five layers. The thread that can be sewn inside cannot be kept in the stomach. In this era, there is no absorbable suture. This thread cannot be rotten in the stomach.

Therefore, when stitching, one thread end needs to be left, and all five threads must be set aside. When the thread is removed, it may be a process of crying and crying. The thread here is pulled out one by one.

Of course ... the premise of all this is that Princess Fang can survive.

Zhu Houzhao began to fast stitches, but Fang Jifan, for Zhu Houzhao's stitching technology, could rest assured, busy to take care of this child ~ www.readwn.com ~ The amniotic fluid is poured out.

The child was crying, but Fang Jifan didn't have an expression on his face. After watching it, Fang Jifan laid the 'big mouse' flat on the tray.

The silkworm room was very warm and burned the earth dragon, so there was no need to be afraid of the ‘big rat’ freezing. Fang Jifan took out a large cotton swab and then dipped in alcohol, and began to wipe every part of the child ’s body, especially the umbilical cord.

After smearing this alcohol all over the body, Fang Jifan was relieved, and the child began to wriggle his mouth as if he didn't want to cry, too tired.

Fang Jifan took out the swaddle he had prepared and wrapped him up. The swaddle was a bit big. Obviously, the palace did not anticipate the situation of premature babies.

After wrapping him up, Fang Jifan put the "big mouse" aside.

The child is very healthy.

When he wanted to have his nutrition in his stomach, he was fully guaranteed. Fang Jifan's most worried child may not have fully developed lungs. If it is a poor child, most of it will not be.

Fang Jifan returned to the operating table, Zhu Houzhao bowed his head to continue stitching, stitching from inside to outside, layer by layer, already the third layer. When he saw Fang Jifan coming up, he couldn't help but abandon the road: "Go take care of the children of this palace . "

"I want to watch my sister." Fang Jifan said.

Zhu Hou couldn't take care of him.

Fang Jifan touched Fang Fei's forehead first. The body temperature was normal and the breathing was ... even, but still a little weak. After the abdomen was sewn, although there were occasional blood drops coming out, the situation of blood loss was not weight.

Fang Jifan thought to himself that it would be up to you if you can survive.

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This chapter has been written for a long time, and the tiger's heart ... it hurts so much. Why should I go to the sketching baby first?