Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1025 Desire to Survive

  When it comes to this, what else can Fang Jifan say, of course it is... an operation.

  Fang Jifan said: "Then do it."

   With one order, the world is quiet.

  No one dared to howl and howl anymore, Zhu Houzhao was shocked, and the two began to prepare separately.

  …

   Renshou Palace.

  The empress dowager seemed a little anxious.

  Her brother Zhou Zheng, since his serious illness, she has been uneasy.

  This is my brother, who among the women in the palace is not very dependent on her brother.

   Now that this brother is getting older, it seems... or not.

  The empress dowager was in vain besides sighing in her heart.

   After all, at this age, what else can I say, I should have known my destiny long ago.

  But although I had prepared for it, it would be a lie to say that it was not uncomfortable.

   What can be done, people can still fight against God, the king of Hades wants you to die in the third watch, how can he keep you in the fifth watch.

  At the beginning, his son, Emperor Chenghua, asked immortals all day long, and wanted to live, but what happened in the end?

  This is fate. The empress dowager has already reached the age of knowing her fate, so she...has to wait...One day, her brother will die, and she will also go west...

At the Zhou family, everything that should be prepared has been prepared, and when Zhou Zheng dies, the Empress Dowager has already made plans in Renshou Palace. She hopes to ask the emperor to give her brother a posthumous posthumous title, and then bury her brother in a grand manner. In this way, it is not in vain to come to this world for a while.

  How could I expect that I heard something terrible early in the morning.

  My brother was kidnapped by the crown prince, saying that he was going to get medical treatment.

   When the Empress Dowager heard this, she was almost frightened to death.

  This... not bad.

  She knows the prince's craftsmanship, isn't it just using a knife.

  It's fine for an ordinary man to use a knife, but my brother is over seventy years old. Not to mention, at this age, don't you think you can't die fast enough?

   And if he died just like this, he could still be called the end of his life, but if someone disemboweled him, this... death would be incomplete.

  The ancients pursued integrity very much. The so-called death is like life, death is like survival, and filial piety is the ultimate. Therefore, if the decapitation is different, it is often a repeat offender. If a whole body is given, it is called grace.

  Even though the Empress Dowager was not like the Chenghua Emperor, who asked immortals for medicine and longed for longevity, she also believed in Taoism, believing that after death, there will be another world.

  The Empress Dowager almost fainted from anger, so she hurriedly sent someone to stop her, waiting anxiously in the Renshou Palace.

   After a long time, the **** came back in a hurry: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... slaves will die."

  The eunuch's face was ashen.

  The Empress Dowager snapped: "What?"

   "His Royal Highness and Fang Duwei...they...they are determined to go their own way, they must...must be ripped apart..."

The Empress Dowager was dizzy, and she was convinced. Her great-grandson and great-grandson-in-law wanted to kill her brother, and the Empress Dowager said: "These two bastards, don't they know that the Marquis of Yinzhou is old and can't bear it?" Is it the pain of disembowelling?"

   "They... they know, they say... they say... they can draw blood..."

   draw blood...

The empress dowager heard half-knowledge, but she was in a hurry. She felt very dizzy at this moment, and couldn't help saying: "Go save people, go save people, keep people under the sword, and leave a whole body for the Marquis of Yinzhou, eh, Ouch…"

   She held her forehead.

  The frightened eunuch's face changed, and the surrounding female officials hurried to ask for the imperial physician.

  The empress dowager turned on the **** who came forward to test her: "Don't worry about Aijia, don't worry about it! Tell people to go...go again, keep people under the sword, they don't listen to you, they always listen to your majesty..."

   "The servant understands."

  ...

   It is a bit troublesome to match the blood type.

  At least in this era, it is necessary to draw out the blood of Mr. Zhou first, and then let Su Yue continue to adapt.

  This is different from the easy inspection of later generations. This is an extremely barbaric and complicated process.

  Zhou Zheng was lying on the operating table like this, and then he saw someone take a needle first and pierce his blood vessel, his body trembled, and he made a sound like a conditioned reflex.

   These guys with masks on their heads and wrapped in white clothes ignored him. Su Yue carefully took a burnt paper vessel and aimed it at the opening, and began to collect blood.

   Zhou Zheng is not a young man after all, even if a blood vessel is broken, this kind of old man doesn't have much blood.

  Blood pressure is a bit low, Fang Jifan watched and thought to himself, so he stretched out his hand and began to knead vigorously near Zhou Zheng's blood vessels.

  Zhou Zheng made another humming sound.

  Those who can lift a knife, even if it's just a scalpel, have long been indifferent to life and death, and they like to do whatever they want, so no one pays attention to Zhou Zheng as usual.

   Finally, after taking half a tube of blood, Su Yue left satisfied, and wanted to find some other people who donated blood nearby to make a match.

   Two medical students on the side started the final disinfection. They threw all the utensils and surgical instruments into the alcohol. In today's words, it is called killing fine insects.

  At the same time, a medical student, holding a cotton swab, began to apply alcohol to the approximate location of the operation.

  Zhou Zheng still made a humming sound.

  Of course, in order to prevent him from yelling, a piece of high-grade cotton cloth has been bitten in his mouth to ensure that he will not interfere with others.

Zhu Houzhao started to perform preoperative exercises, shaking his feet and hands, and said: "Later, the most important thing is the blood drawing technique. This is our first time drawing blood, so we must be careful... "

   Zhou Zheng on the operating table heard it for the first time, and suddenly howled like a pig.

  Fang Jifan hurriedly stepped forward, comforting: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, His Royal Highness is just joking."

  However, Fang Jifan was very pleased with Zhou Zheng's reaction, and his confidence in the operation suddenly became much greater.

  People of this age are still subjected to this torment. If they are not careful, they will be scrapped.

I, Fang Jifan, really had no choice but to get on the thief ship, but now looking at Zhou Zheng, he still has such a strong desire to survive. important part.

  Zhu Houzhao said again: "So, I have already thought about it. There must be no problem with the operation. The most important thing for the patient's life and death is to draw blood. But who invented this blood draw?"

  Fang Jifan said: "Su Yue."

  Zhu Houzhao nodded: "That's right, something went wrong, it was the problem of drawing blood, I killed Su Yue, and pleaded guilty to my great-grandmother."

  Fang Jifan: "..."

   Seems... makes sense.

But…

  Fang Jifan couldn't help but said: "That paper also signed my name!"

  Zhu Houzhao comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I can guarantee you, and I will definitely not kill you. Great-grandmother still loves you very much."

  …

the other side…

  Su Yue began to match her body type seriously, but suddenly felt her right eye twitch.

  Is the right eye jumping disaster or jumping money?

  …

  In Jamsil, Fang Jifan and the others got a little impatient.

   Is matching so slow?

  Zhu Houzhao, however, was calm and relaxed. He took the lancet and gestured at Zhou Zheng's lower abdomen, as if he was determining the exact location of the operation.

  Zhou Zheng whimpered for a long time, sweating profusely on his forehead, even if he was given stinky pockmark soup, the effect of the medicine didn't seem to be strong.

   Later, it seemed to be numb, and a strong sense of drowsiness had struck...

   Another hour passed.

  Fang Jifan couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, are you hungry?"

   "Go eat something first?" Zhu Houzhao thought for a while, and seemed to find it very tempting.

  Fang Jifan said: "How about...eat?"

  It's a pity that the weather is not good, but Su Yue actually came.

   "Ready."

  Zhu Houzhao cheered up: "How to induce blood?"

   "Students have a way." Su Yue didn't seem to think that her life was hanging by a thread.

"The student has already taken blood." He ordered someone to take a rubber airbag. The airbag seemed to have been sterilized and filled with blood. Then, he carefully took out a sheep intestine, connected one end to the airbag, and the other One end is a needle.

  Of course, don’t expect the needles of this era to be so thin.

   As long as it can penetrate into human blood vessels.

  He first asked people to hang up the skin bag, and then inserted the needle into Zhou Zheng's blood vessel.

   "Too much, too much." Fang Jifan couldn't help but said, "The amount of blood transfusion is too much."

  This sheep intestine is not small, and the pinhole is too thick. Such a blood transfusion method requires a person's name.

   "Don't worry." After all, Su Yue has been in charge of the medical school for six or seven years. Now, he is considered an old military doctor. He gently squeezed the sheep's intestines, and sure enough, the blood flow in the sheep's intestines was blocked.

   Is this okay?

   Can you also manually control the amount of blood transfusion?

  Fang Jifan turned around and said, "Hold on, don't move."

   "Oh." Su Yue seemed to be very satisfied with her 'invention', and she might be able to publish another paper tomorrow.

  To be honest, although his blood theory has been published, it has not yet been clinically proven. Today...is a good opportunity.

  Actually, Fang Jifan was quite worried, because Su Yue's blood theory was too rough.

  In future generations, if there is such a matching and blood transfusion method, I am afraid that some ugly doctor who claims to be handsome will despise him to death.

  So, Fang Jifan doesn't know whether this type of matching is reliable, but...they are here, let's kill!

  Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao looked at each other.

  Zhu Houzhao and Lao Fang still have a tacit understanding, without saying a word, raised the knife: "Let's start."

   "Start!" Fang Jifan obediently stood in the deputy's position.

  Zhu Houzhao pinpointed the location without hesitation, grasped the knife with ease, and stabbed once. The tip of the knife was on Zhou Zheng's lower abdomen, directly opening a wound.

   These six or seven years have passed.

  Surgical instruments have also made great progress. The scalpel alone is much sharper than before.

   Driven by medicine, certain fine instruments have been greatly developed.

  ...

  In the afternoon, there was a power outage for maintenance years ago, and I waited and waited until after eleven o'clock before calling, speechless.

  (end of this chapter)