The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Jiang qianxia is the only one in the world who dares to tell Li Guangxiao about this condition. If the imperial doctor is changed, the three masters here must be "if they can't be cured, they will want your head!" This attitude.

So, how important status, power and ability are! It can save your life!

"I won't go to the morning court tomorrow. Don't delay. Let's drive the wisdom collection hall now."

Li Guangxiao is worthy of being a military emperor. Even if he is not very satisfied with this military number, he can be more crisp than most people when he breaks out.

The emperor ordered, dare not obey.

In the middle of the night, Jiang qianxia had no choice but to work hard and complain. He waited on the emperor and empress Chang sun, who had to follow him. He crowded into his spacious and comfortable carriage. Si Chen and boundless drove together and went back to the Shihui hall.

The most distinguished couple were arranged to live in their own main yard. Jiang qianxia rolled away to the side yard and slept with his daughter.

Surgery is not so easy. Li Guangxiao's body needs to be adjusted and prepared. She also needs to be prepared - mentally, physically and environmentally.

After dawn, he informed grandpa sun and took the ghost slaves to thoroughly disinfect the already spotless operating room. Everything to be used in the operation, including the blood bags that can be used for rescue in case of massive bleeding caused by careless cutting, was prepared one by one. Jiang qianxia lavishly used general anesthesia for Li Guangxiao.

Li Guangxiao, who was in a coma, was slaughtered like a chicken lying on the chopping board. Jiang qianxia stood at the main knife position, and grandson wrapped up all the remaining positions.

Before she started cutting, the stressed grandson couldn't help holding her hand, "girl, how sure are you?"

"... thoracotomy has at least eight or nine points. I really don't know if it's cancer."

Jiang qianxia told the truth, and sun Changsheng was both sad and happy.

I'm glad she's a little fearless as a doctor. I'm worried that no matter what she says, she has given the emperor hope to live. If the dying emperor is happy, the consequences are unimaginable

Seeing the old man's worry, Jiang qianxia smiled, "come on, you can tell the emperor that he has an incurable disease. Now I can't even afford this risk?"

"And you really don't have to worry. If your majesty is really hopeless, he has to point to me to support xun'er. I'm still useful and the risk is much lower than you."

"You are still young and have a bright future. You are nothing compared with old age."

With a relieved smile, sun Changsheng mocked himself: "I'm still old. I'm afraid of this and that. I'm afraid of it."

When the auxiliary pliers were put into his hand, Jiang qianxia Chang laughed, "you are not old. Your majesty has been lying long enough. Let's take out the knife when it's time!"

A woman who has inherited the experience and technology of surgery, an old man who has seen countless lives and deaths in his life. Facing the naked and unconscious emperor on the bed, they are more calm and crisp than the butcher.

The chest was easily opened. Jiang qianxia reached out to Li Guangxiao's chest and carefully searched it. He pinched it back and forth. With the cooperation of sun Changsheng, he confirmed that there was only one tumor. In the upper part of the right lung, the mass had a capsule, and the boundary with the surrounding tissue was clear. The edge was smooth, neat and oval, about the size of a pigeon egg.

The two men stared at the conspicuous tumor. Jiang qianxia hesitated and said weakly, "this is it. Why don't you cut it all down? Even if it is malignant, it will save your majesty a suffering?"

After all, sun Changsheng was a novice in western medicine. He was at a loss when asked, "can you cut it? Grow it well..."

"Yes, I think so."

"What if the root is left and it grows back faster?" Sun Changsheng still hesitated.

"Well... Let's cut more?"

"Cut the good one, isn't it appropriate..." Sun Changsheng looked at her eyes and pointed a little.

"I'm not afraid. I remember that the lung seems to heal by itself. Cut it less. It's hard to say that it can grow back by itself?"

Jiang qianxia's conjecture like cutting his hair makes sun Changsheng feel extremely unreliable, but it's not a matter to keep the emperor's chest open. He can only hesitate to draw a circle around the edge of the tumor with his fingers, which is probably a few more hairs than the tumor.

"If you want to cut, you can cut so much at most. I'll watch it for you when I'm not as stable as you. Watch it carefully."

"Well, look!"

Jiang qianxia won't diagnose anything, but it's not difficult to cut it off simply.

Three or two knives cut off the whole tumor. Jiang qianxia came close and looked carefully. He felt as if there was no "root" left, so he quickly closed Li Guangxiao's chest again.

For the emperor's operation, naturally, they are the best. What antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs are expensive and how to come. After all, the brain runs out, and the outermost wound is sewn up beautifully and neatly. The two people find a chair to do the side, waiting for Li Guangxiao to wake up from anesthesia.

Li Guangxiao didn't know when to wake up. He only felt a little relaxed in his chest tingling, but he wasn't in a good mood, because what was chirping in his ears was the chat between Jiang qianxia and grandpa sun, which made him feel a little ignored

Li Guangxiao slowly said, "how's my body?"

"Er, I don't know exactly, but I cut it off for you. After all, it fell off you, so I'll show you first, and then I'll slice it and try to test the results."

Li Guangxiao was a little confused. What does it mean that things have been cut off? What was cut? Why didn't anyone tell him in advance?

Before he calmed down, Li Guangxiao had an inclined plate in front of him. There was an unspeakable strange piece of meat in it, which was smooth and inexplicably disgusting.

"Look, this is the tumor on your lung. I saw it smooth and independent. It's very convenient to start, so I cut it off first!"

Staring at Jiang qianxia with a proud face, Li Guangxiao really couldn't feel her happiness.

"Hey, hey, don't worry. I'll slice the tumor now!"

Cut a little down and put it in a sealed container. Jiang qianxia opened the main page of the slightly more advanced store. After communicating, he paid the "postage" and "tariff" himself, sliced the tumor and "sold" it to the shopkeeper, and then waited for him to send it for testing.

This is the most practical and economical way Jiang qianxia can think of. After all, no one will use it even if she has the money to buy a set of equipment and get a diesel generator.

The waiting time is always long. Before the test results come out, Jiang qianxia can only comfort empress Chang sun again and again.

"You see that tumor is round and smooth. It's a good tumor at first sight..."