The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Doya's whole body trembles when she listens to it. She can't understand how to say that it's so terrible. She can even eat food safely. Can't she dislike too bloody?

Next to Yao Qing after listening is straight frown, he subconsciously mouth: "empress, this skin graft can't transplant others over?"? Do you have to use the lady's own

Doya nodded again and again. It seemed that she also had this question.

Song Qing glanced at him: "with whose? Do you use yours? Even if you are willing, you have to ask your young lady if she is willing. The skin is rough and the flesh is thick. It's not good to put it on her delicate little face. "

Yao Qing was ashamed to lower her head and said, "of course, you can't use them. There are small servant girls in the house. You can use them. Their skin is thousands of times better than theirs."

Song Qingning eyebrow shook a finger: "no, no one can use, you must use your miss's own, otherwise it will produce rejection, it will be more troublesome, and even may cause postoperative infection, I'm afraid it will endanger life."

Doya breathed. She didn't think it would be so serious. But if she had skin grafts on her body, wouldn't there be scars on her body in the future?

"It's up to you to decide whether to do or not. Anyway, I've told you the risk assessment. Consider it as soon as possible." With that, he got up and walked slowly to one side to amuse the birds.

A struggle flashed through doya's eyes. She looked back at Yao Qing and said, "do you want me to do it or not? I'm afraid that if I cut off my skin, it will leave a big scar

Yao Qing looked at her painfully: "if you are really afraid, we will not do it. Anyway, it's very good now. When you go out, you can take a hat. Who can see what you look like?"

Doya shook her head hard: "no, I don't want to go out in a hat. I want to get back to what I used to look like."

Song tilted aside and said, "God is actually fair. When you get something, you will lose something, so if you want to restore your appearance, you have to bear other losses."

Doya bit her teeth and looked at her with bright eyes. "OK, I promise you."

"Miss!" Yao Qing worried looking at her, eyes full of fear: "you can't think about it?"

Doya waved her hand: "what else to think about? I'm going to start the operation now. You can wait outside. " With that, he had already followed Song Qing into the house.

As song Qingqing tidied up his surgical instruments, he watched doya lying on the bed, shaking all over.

She couldn't help laughing and said, "are you afraid?"

Doya clenched her lip and cried in a trembling voice: "can you start gently, and where are you going to get your skin? Will it hurt to death? "

Song Qingqing picked up the sharp and bright scalpel and used the alcohol extracted by herself to wipe and disinfect it, which only made doya's heart tremble. Did she use this to take the skin? If this knife goes down, she will die.

She suddenly got up, sat up, and ran out in a cold sweat.

Song Qingqing's lazy voice came from behind her: "doya, you can remember clearly, if you pass this village, you will not have this shop."

Doya stopped and put her hands on the bolt of the door. Finally, she turned her head and looked at her with tears and said, "Song Qingqing, you really won't kill me?"

Song could not help but be amused by her silly appearance. She frowned and said, "how many bad things have you done? Afraid I'll kill you? "

Doya clenched her fingers and said, "you won't take revenge for shangguanrui, will you?"

Song tilted his hand to her wrist and said, "why, I'm the one who keeps my promise the most. He has already forgiven you. Why should I step in? Besides, I'm very generous. Don't you know?"

Doya looked at her suspiciously, gradually infected by the smile on her small face, and her mood gradually relaxed.

Seeing that she was lying on the bed again, song could not help asking her, "why don't you sleep? When you wake up, it's all over. "

Of course, doya wanted to fall asleep. The unknown fear was tormenting her, but she was not reconciled. She wanted to write down the most important moment in her life. She also wanted to see how this amazing doctor could make her look the same as before.

So she said stubbornly: "Song Qingqing, you don't want me to sleep in the past, I want to see you with my own eyes, how can I change my face back to the past."

Song Qingqing nodded confidently: "OK, but in the process, there will be some pain. Just bear it. My knife will be very fast." She blinked cunningly and nimbly.

Doya felt that she began to disinfect the skin inside her retreat. A moment later, she felt a slight pain. She tried to hold up her body to see what happened, but she was scolded by Song Qing: "don't move!"

She was too tight to move any more. Then she looked up and saw that she had taken a piece of skin as thin as a cicada's wing, with blood on it. Song Qingqing put it on her scarred face with a very fast speed.

The whole process of slight pain, numbness and itching had been invading her nerves. She grasped the bedding under her body, and the restlessness and fear of her eyes gradually disappeared. Then she felt that she had begun to take the second skin.

Yao Qing and shangguanrui are waiting anxiously outside. They see that the whole day is going to pass, and no one has come out of the room. Even if shangguanrui had her experience in surgery, she can't help pacing back and forth.

At this time, Yao Qing couldn't hold on. He looked anxiously at the tartar king in front of him, and asked in a trembling voice, "king, miss, what's wrong with them?"

Shangguanrui glanced at him. The cold awn at the bottom of his eyes made him stiff. He quickly knelt down on the ground and said, "my subordinates are talkative. But before the old general dies, I want my subordinates to take good care of the young lady. If she has something to do, we are afraid to be sorry for the old general."

Seeing that he mentioned suddenly and peacefully, shangguanrui's face could not help easing down. He said coldly, "I believe in Qing'er's medical skills."

Yao Qing subconsciously clenched her fist. Can her medical skills really be so magical? Can you restore a face that has been damaged like that? It's a strange thing to think about. Can't the queen of Jinxi use her magic?

With this understanding, Yao Qing is even more worried.

Only in the middle of the night did song Qingqing open the door and walk out. Seeing her tired eyes, shangguanrui was full of heartache. Regardless of Yao Qing's strange eyes, he grasped her wrist and asked: "how are you? Are you tired? "