Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1024 The Helpful Prince

  Fang Jifan rushed to the medical school.

  That Su Yue had already turned around in a hurry, when she saw Fang Jifan, she hurried forward as if seeing a savior: "Master..."

  Fang Jifan said: "What happened?"

   "This... this..." Su Yue looked puzzled: "A patient was sent early this morning, who needs a major operation, but... just... this operation, but it can't be done."

   "Can't do it?" Fang Jifan frowned and said, "Why?"

   "This person is older, almost seventy years old. Once his belly is cut open, he may not be able to bear it given his age."

  Medical School has a lot of clinical experience.

   To put it bluntly, it has killed many patients.

  This person has killed a lot, so he naturally has rich experience in treating diseases.

  Killing and saving people, for these ruthless guys, is a thin line.

   To some extent, a person's level of medical skills is related to how many people he cured, and also has a certain relationship to how many people he killed.

  The more people put to death, the richer the experience and the more advanced the technology.

  Fang Jifan frowned and said, "Since that's the case, why do we need to be treated?"

"On the one hand, the patient sent here is a bit extraordinary, and the medical school must treat it." Su Yue coughed, and then said: "On the other hand, the student had a paper a few days ago, which was instructed by the teacher. Afterwards, he took blood from different people for experiments, and it turned out that the blood in the human body is actually different. When blood of different types is mixed together, the blood will coagulate, but blood of the same type will not appear. Condition…"

"The student's thesis divided the blood into four different blood types, A, B, C, and D, so he also boldly proposed that if the same blood type is injected into the body, it will not cause rejection...or it can...During surgery, deal with excessive bleeding, or It’s the case of certain frail patients who cannot undergo surgery.”

"Of course, this is just a thesis. It is difficult to verify whether it will be successful. His Royal Highness said that since blood transfusion is available, this patient can undergo blood transfusion and surgery at the same time. Although he is old, as long as he is in the condition of blood transfusion Under the circumstances, it is expected that nothing will happen."

  Fang Jifan showed a little smile, and couldn't help but said: "Yes, my teacher said that people have different blood types, but I just mentioned it casually, so you went to verify it."

  Su Yue said sternly: "Engong's characters are Zhuji, and every word is knowledge for a bachelor. How dare students neglect half a point, so in the paper, the students also add the name of the teacher."

  Fang Jifan couldn't help but want to pat his head and call him good.

   To be honest, Su Yue is still very conscientious, unlike a disciple who is strong in martial arts and has a bad temper, hum, it is not Wang Shouren who is talking about the teacher!

  But who is this patient that Su Yue attaches so much importance to?

  Fang Jifan couldn't help being confused: "Who is this patient?"

  Su Yue coughed again: "Yes... this... his surname is Zhou."

  Fang Jifan couldn't help curling his lips: "I thought the surname was Zhu, and the one with the surname Zhou was considered old, and he died as soon as he died, just to practice for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

  Su Yue: "..."

  Fang Jifan suddenly thought of a big man surnamed Zhou.

   "Hey, could it be... Could it be the week of the Empress Dowager?"

  Su Yue smiled wryly and said: "Yes, he has recently suffered from intestinal carbuncle, and he is in pain. At this age... how can he bear it, so he came to Xishan Medical College to survive..."

   "The brother of the Empress Dowager? What is that called?"

   "Zhou Guozhang is the younger brother of the Empress Dowager, and his name is Zhou Zheng."

  Fang Jifan slapped his forehead, with a startled look on his face: "Hey, it turned out to be him, why didn't you say it earlier, speaking of it, he is my second uncle..."

   Whether he is the second uncle or not, only God knows, the noble (family) circle is very chaotic.

  As soon as Fang Jifan heard that he was the Empress Dowager's brother, he immediately became excited: "I never thought that the old man would come to see a doctor. Where is he? I have to go and ask him. Go, get me some apples and bananas."

  Su Yue hurriedly said: "Ah... Zhou Guozhang is in such pain that he is in a coma several times."

   "Lead the way, to Jamsil." Fang Jifan regretted that he couldn't give the second uncle anything, but...saving people is like putting out a fire, after all, this is the Empress Dowager...his brother...

  Fang Jifan hurried to a silkworm room.

  The School of Medicine has set up many silkworm rooms, and the conditions are much better than before. All the surgical utensils are much finer than before.

  As soon as he arrived in Jamsil, Zhu Houzhao yelled loudly: "I can't die, I can't die, get out of here, you bastards, I'm going to have an operation, why stop me!"

Several eunuchs knelt on the ground and pulled Zhu Houzhao's feet: "Your Highness, the empress has personally ordered you not to disembowel the belly. This disembowelment will not be complete, and the old man is too old to bear it." Ah. The empress is frightened to death, she is unable to move, so she asked the servants to come, let His Highness first... don't... don't be impulsive."

  Zhu Houzhao gritted his teeth, so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

  When Fang Jifan came, Zhu Houzhao said: "Old Fang just came..."

Fang Jifan ignored him, passed him directly, and hurried into the silkworm room, where he saw a pitiful old man nearly seventy years old lying on the operating table, naked, with his hands and feet bound to death .

  He seemed to be in abnormal pain, half-conscious, and made a sound of eh yo yo.

  Fang Jifan stepped forward, showing a spring-like smile: "Old Master, hello, my name is Fang Jifan, the husband-in-law of His Royal Highness Princess Taikang, speaking of it, we are still relatives."

   Zhou Zheng was ashamed and speechless, coughing desperately, his lips twitched, unable to make a sound.

  Fang Jifan put his ears together: "Speak up..."

  The angry voice said: "The old man wants to go home... I want to go home..."

  Fang Jifan: "..."

  Fang Jifan immediately bared his teeth, and rushed out of the Jamsil angrily: "What's going on, did the old Guozhang come to seek medical treatment by himself?"

  Zhu Houzhao's eyes flashed unnaturally quickly, and then he wailed, "Almost."

   "What do you mean almost?" Fang Jifan's heart was already cold, chilly.

  Zhu Houzhao said: "A few days ago, I heard from my great-grandmother that he was not in good health. I went to see it early this morning. I saw that it didn't matter. His waist was broken. Can we not cut it? So I 'invited' him here."

  Fang Jifan: "..."

  Fang Jifan is now too angry to speak.

  Your uncle's Zhu Houzhao thinks he didn't die fast enough, so why did you drag me?

  It turns out that the old head of state was kidnapped.

   Now naked and tied hands and feet on the operating table, what the fuck, if he dies, who is to blame?

  Fang Jifan felt his scalp go numb, so he collected himself and said, "Did the Empress Dowager know in advance?"

   "Don't you know now?" Zhu Houzhao said: "Time is running out, let's do it quickly. If the person is cured, he will be fine."

   "..."

  Fang Jifan couldn't help thinking, what if he didn't get cured?

   Didn't you hear? People want to go home?

  In this era, when a person reaches the age of fifty, he is called to know the destiny, that is to say, he is ready to die. But this old head of state, he is seventy years old.

  People at the age of 50 often have passed their birthdays and are about to start preparing for their own birthdays. People at the age of 70, once they get a serious illness, they often don't think about seeking medical treatment. Because I am too old to stand the toss, it is better to die.

  It's all right now, Zhu Houzhao pulled him here without saying a word.

  Based on the physical condition of the old national patriarch, even if he fell, he might have an accident, let alone an operation?

  Fang Jifan said: "Why don't you put his clothes on quickly and send him back, Your Highness... don't make trouble..."

Zhu Houzhao's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "At least it's a relative. How can I just ignore my death? If I say save him, I will save him. Lao Fang, do you want to help? If you don't, I will let Su Yue Lai, Su Yue didn't dare, so I called Zhang Yong, a dog servant, to come!"

  Zhang Yong was at the side, his face turned pale green in fright, and he knelt down with a click: "Slave...Slave doesn't know anything."

  Fang Jifan was speechless. He wanted to say something, but he didn't speak in the end.

   Several eunuchs from Renshou Palace rushed over, still holding Zhu Houzhao's leg tightly.

   "Your Highness, no, if the Empress Dowager knows..."

   "Didn't her old man already know about it, and you all know how to hide diseases and avoid medicine, so stop talking, get out!"

  Zhu Houzhao launched Manlai.

   "Su Yue, you bastard, what are you doing in a daze, is your blood type correct?"

  Su Yue was at the side, her face was also pale with fright, and she stammered: "Yes... By the way, it's Type B."

  Zhu Houzhao kicked an **** away and said, "Old Fang said..."

  Fang Jifan hurriedly shook his head, denying it flatly: "I didn't say it, I didn't say anything."

But Zhu Houzhao ignored him, and continued: "The doctors are benevolent. When they see a patient sick, they can't help but feel hungry and thirsty. I think so for this. Look at you, all of you are timid and afraid of getting into trouble. Is there a person who looks like a doctor? This week, the husband of the country will die if he is not cured. If he is cured, there is still a chance of life. What are you doing here? Find a person with type B blood for this palace, draw blood, and then prepare for blood transfusion. Old Fang, come here Hit me, I'll be the main knife, and everyone who has nothing to do with it, get out of this palace!"

  Zhu Houzhao made a quick decision, his eyes were red.

  He is a serious person, he only accepts the principle of death, and if he is sick, he must be cured, so he doesn't care about the objective situation. As for curing the bad, that's another matter.

  Su Yue didn't dare to neglect, she started to make preparations without saying a word.

Fang Jifan just felt dizzy, and he didn't know whether it was right or wrong. Suddenly, he felt that Zhu Houzhao's words made sense, and suddenly thought of a terrible scene... The incomplete old country may die on the operating table. Ma Daixiao cried a lot, and then the Empress Dowager tied herself naked to the operating table, and cut him to pieces with a bull knife.

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  Chapter 3, some monthly tickets to encourage.

  (end of this chapter)