The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Fang Jifan arrived at the medical school.

Na Suyue was already in a hurry, and met Fang Jifan, just like the savior, quickly stepped forward: "Guru ..."

Fang Jifan said: "What happened?"

"This ... this ..." Su Yue looked embarrassed: "A patient was sent early this morning to undergo a major operation, but ... just ... this operation was not done."

"Can't make it?" Fang Jifan frowned: "Why?"

"This person is older and has become scarcely old. Once he has been ripped, he is afraid that he will not be able to eat it at his age."

Medical College has a lot of clinical experience.

Said it was a bit ugly, because it killed many patients.

This person has killed a lot, and naturally has a wealth of experience in treating diseases.

Killing and saving people, for these cruel guys, this is the first line.

To a certain extent, a person's medical skill is related to how many people he has cured, and at the same time, how many people he has killed has a certain relationship.

The more people who die, the more experienced, and the more skilled they are.

Fang Jifan frowned: "Now that's why, then why should he be treated?"

"On the one hand, the patient I sent was a little unusual, and the medical school had to be treated." Su Yue coughed and said immediately: "On the other hand, the student had a paper a few days ago, which was ordered by the teacher. Under the test of blood of different people, it was found that the blood in the human body was actually different. The blood of different types was mixed together, and the blood would clot, but the blood of the same type would not appear like this. Happening……"

"The student ’s thesis divided blood into four different blood types of methyl ethyl propionate, so I boldly proposed that if the same blood type is imported into the body, it will not cause rejection ... or may ... cope with excessive bleeding during surgery , Or some weak patients unable to undergo surgery. "

"Of course, this is just a thesis. It is difficult to verify whether it is successful or not. His Royal Highness said that since the blood can be transfused, this patient can undergo blood transfusion and surgery at the same time. Although he is old, he can only be in the situation of blood transfusion. Below, it is expected ... nothing. "

Fang Jifan showed a little smile and couldn't help saying: "Yes, when I was a teacher, I said that people's blood types are different. I didn't expect me to mention it casually, so you went to verify it."

Su Yuezheng said: "Every character of Engong Zhuzhu, every word, for the bachelor, is learning, how dare students slacken by half a point, so in the thesis, the students also added the name of the teacher.

Fang Jifan couldn't help but want to touch his head and cried.

To tell the truth, Su Yue is still very conscientious, unlike a disciple who has a strong martial arts and a bad temper, heh, it ’s not Wang Shouren who said to the teacher!

But who is this patient, Su Yue is so important?

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

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

Fang Jifan couldn't help but whispered: "I thought that the surname was Zhu. The surname Zhou was the oldest. If he died, he would die.

Su Yue: "..."

Fang Jifan suddenly thought of a big man named Zhou.

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

Su Yue smiled bitterly: "Yes, he recently suffered from intestinal carbuncle, and he didn't want to live. At this age ... where can I eat enough, I came to Xishan Medical College to survive ..."

"Brother of the Empress Dowager? What is that called?"

"Zhou Guozhang, brother of Empress Dowager, called Zhou Zheng."

Fang Jifan slapped his forehead with a startled look: "Oh, it turned out to be him. Why didn't you say it earlier? On the whole, he was my second uncle ..."

Whether it is the second uncle or not, only God knows that the aristocratic circle is very chaotic.

As soon as he heard that he was the brother of the Empress Dowager, Fang Jifan was excited: "I can't think of his old man, but he still came to the doctor. Where is the person?

Su Yue quickly said: "Ah ... Zhou Guozhang is already desperate and has been comatose several times."

"Lead the way, go to Jamsil." Fang Jifan regretted not being able to send anything to the second uncle, but ... saving people is like saving fire, this is after all the empress and the queen ... his brother ...

Fang Jifan hurried to a silkworm room.

The medical school has set up many silkworm rooms, and the conditions are much better than before. All the surgical instruments are much more delicate than before.

As soon as he arrived at the silkworm room, he heard Zhu Houzhao shouting loudly: "I ca n’t die, I ca n’t die, just go away, you dog stuff, this palace is going to have an operation, what is stopping you!"

Several eunuchs knelt down on the ground and pulled Zhu Houzhao ’s feet: "Your Highness, the lady personally told you not to break the belly, and the broken belly will be incomplete, and the old countryman is old and can't afford it. Ah. The mother is scared to death, and she has difficulty moving, so she let the slaves come, letting your highness first ... must not ... impulsive. "

Zhu Hou according to the way he gritted his teeth, he wanted to beat someone.

After seeing Fang Jifan coming, Zhu Hou Zhao said: "Lao Fang came just ..."

Fang Jifan ignored him, passed him directly, and hurriedly entered the silkworm room, and saw that in the silkworm room, an old and sparse old man was pitifully lying on the operating table, his hands and feet were tied and tied to death. .

He seemed to have abnormal pain, half faint and half awake, and made a whispering voice in his mouth.

Fang Jifan stepped forward and showed a smile like Mu Chunfeng: "Old Chinese Zhang, hello, my name is Fang Jifan, husband-in-law of Princess Taikang, and we are still relatives."

Zhou Zheng was ashamed and speechless. He coughed desperately, his lips wriggled, and he could not make a sound.

Fang Jifan put his ears up: "You speak louder ..."

The airy voice said: "The old man is going home ... going home ..."

Fang Jifan: "..."

Fang Jifan immediately started to stab his teeth, and rushed out of the silkworm room with annoyance: "What is the matter, did the old father Zhang come to the doctor on his own."

Zhu Houzhao's eyes flashed a little unnaturally, and then wailed and said: "Almost."

"What is the same." Fang Jifan's heart was cold and chilling.

Zhu Houzhao said: "A few days ago, I heard from my great-grandmother that he was not in good health. I will go to see it early this morning. If I don't see any tightness, my waist will be broken, can I not cut it?" Here please. "

Fang Jifan: "..."

Fang Jifan is so angry that he can't speak.

Your uncle Zhu Houzhao, who thinks he is not dying fast enough, why should he pull me?

It turned out that this old Chinese father was tied.

Now I am naked and tied my hands and feet on the operating table, lying on the trough. If it is dead, who is it?

Fang Jifan felt that his scalp was numb and settled down before he said: "Does the empress dowager know in advance?"

"Don't you know now?" Zhu Hou Zhao said: "Time is running out, hurry up and do it. When the people are cured, it will be fine."

"......"

Fang Jifan couldn't help thinking, what if it didn't cure?

Did you not hear? Are people going home?

In this era, when people reach the age of fifty, they are called Zhi Tian Ming, that is, they are ready to die. But this old king, he is a rare year, seventy years old.

Fifty-year-olds often pass their lives, and they must start preparing for themselves. When they reach the age of seventy, once they get seriously ill, they often don't think about healing. Because he is too old to withstand tossing, it is better to die at the end of his life.

Now it's okay, Zhu Houzhao drew others without saying a word.

Depending on the physical condition of this old man, even if he fell, he might have an accident, not to mention surgery.

Fang Jifan said: "Otherwise, let him get dressed quickly and send it back, Your Highness ... Don't make trouble ..."

Zhu Houzhao widened his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Anyway, it's a relative. How can this palace see death, I said, save him, save him, old man, do you help, don't help, I let Su In the past month, Su Yue did n’t dare, so I called Zhang Yong, a slave slave! ”

Zhang Yong was on the side, and his face was pale green when he was scared, and he knelt down when he clicked: "Slave slave ... No slave will do anything."

Fang Jifan was speechless, and finally didn't say anything.

Several eunuchs who hurriedly arrived at Renshou Palace, still holding Zhu Houzhao's legs.

"Your Highness, no, if the Queen Mother and Queen Mother know ..."

"Her old man already knows it, you know that he is not a doctor, and if you want to be verbose, get out!"

Zhu Houzhao initiated the barbarian.

"Su Yue, you dog thing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ What are you waiting for? Blood type is right."

Su Yue was on the side, and his face was scared pale and stuttered: "Yes ... yes, it's type B."

Zhu Houzhao kicked off an **** and said, "Lao said ..."

Fang Jifan quickly shook his head and denied, "I haven't said anything, I haven't said anything."

Zhu Houzhao ignored him and continued: "The doctor is kind and sees the patient sick, so he can't help but be hungry and thirsty. This palace is deeply convinced that you look at you, you are all timid, Is there a person like a doctor? This week Guozhang will die if he doesn't cure, he still has a chance to survive, what are they doing here, come to this palace to find people with type B blood, draw blood, then prepare for blood transfusion, Laofang, you come Fight, I ’ll take the lead, unrelated people, all get out of this palace! "

Zhu Houzhao made a decisive decision, red eyes.

He is a more real person, who only recognizes death, and he has to be cured if he is ill. As for cure and cure, this is another matter.

Su Yue did not dare to neglect, without a word, began to prepare.

Fang Jifan only felt dizzy, and did not know whether it was right or wrong. Suddenly, Zhu Houzhao's words made sense, and suddenly thought of a terrible scene ... The incomplete old Zhang Zhang might die on the operating table, and the Zhou family went up and down Daimao was mourning, crying for a long time, and then the Empress Dowager tied herself up, and tied it to the operating table with a stripe. Using the decoupling knife, he unloaded him 18 pieces.

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Chapter three, come to some monthly tickets to encourage.