Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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After some teachings by Fang Jifan.

Zhu Houzhao roughly understood the operation process.

Obviously... the difficulty of this operation was much more difficult than he had expected.

He thought it was the same as cutting the waist, but with a click, it came out.

Therefore, Zhu Houzhao took a deep breath and had to be cautious.

In the belly, it is his own child, and it is even possible that it is his own son.

You still have the throne and the country to inherit, and you have to survive.

Fang Jifan was actually more nervous than Zhu Houzhao.

Because the surgical instruments in this era are naturally far inferior to those in the previous life. At this time, whether the operation can be completed depends on Zhu Houzhao's knife skills.

Fang Jifan touched Fang's stomach, and roughly confirmed the child's location. Then, he took a piece of cloth and covered Fang's stomach, leaving only a small surgical opening to prevent blood flow. are everywhere.

Zhu Houzhao took the scalpel, while Fang Jifan took the hemostat and waited.

"Your Highness, we don't have much time. In order to prevent hemorrhage, we must be quick. If you are late, Concubine Fang will be in more danger."

"Understood." Zhu Houzhao nodded.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "Since that's the case, let's start now!"

"start."

Zhu Houzhao also took a deep breath, and he concentrated on it. This guy has such a good psychological quality, he must have been a butcher in his previous life.

Afterwards, according to the location of the operation, Zhu Houzhao took the extremely sharp scalpel and gently began to scratch across Concubine Fang's belly.

Although stinky decoction has a certain anesthetic effect, the effect is limited.

Concubine Fang felt pain.

Tears streamed down her face.

This feeling of lying flat on your back and being ripped open by two people with butcher knives is enough to make a woman feel unspeakable horror.

But... She gritted her teeth and dared not move.

She knew in her heart that if she moved randomly, the child might not be able to keep it.

Fang Jifan couldn't help holding her hand, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be nervous, it's okay, it will be fine soon, and I will see the child soon."

"Really?" Concubine Fang's hands were cold and her voice was choked with sobs: "Okay, I won't move, I... don't hurt..."

Fang Jifan nodded, and then concentrated on observing the direction of Zhu Houzhao's knife.

Zhu Houzhao frowned, his eyes were like lightning, and he began to cut open the first layer of belly carefully.

call……

cut open.

He could already see the bloodstains on his belly.

Fang Jifan suddenly thought, isn't the scene in front of him the same as skinning? This is an ancestral handicraft. Back in the day, Emperor Taizu Gao's favorite thing to do was to peel the skin and fill it with grass.

"Continue." Fang Jifan said.

"Wipe the sweat." Zhu Houzhao noticed that his forehead was already sweating.

Sweat must not drip down, it is easy to make the wound infected.

Fang Jifan was busy wiping his sweat.

Zhu Houzhao continued to stare at the surgical site and made a second cut.

The second layer of skin was slowly opened.

His hands were steady and unbiased, and his expression was calm and fast, just like Wang Shouren who butchered pigs back then.

Zhu Houzhao continued, the scalpel cut open the third layer of belly.

There are seven layers in the belly. In later generations of surgery, it is not as simple as cutting the stomach open all at once. The layers of skin were cut open, and then the baby and the placenta were quickly taken out. Then, the layers were stitched up. If the knife went straight down, even if the stitches were stitched, the bleeding would not be stopped.

Fang endured it, she could feel her belly being cut open layer by layer, it was a horrible thing, she raised her eyes, looked at Zhu Houzhao, then at Fang Jifan, the two of them lowered their heads, she was dead. Grabbing Fang Jifan's hand: "Brother, the child... has come out?"

Fang Jifan said: "Soon."

This...is just the beginning.

Next, the third floor, the fourth floor...

Obviously, the current surgical instruments are still not up to standard, and the sharpness of the scalpel is still far inferior to that of later generations. Only after the fourth layer, under the thin layer of belly, the abdominal cavity can almost be seen.

Subconsciously, Fang Jifan prepared gauze and was ready to stop the bleeding at any time.

Generally, a caesarean section does not require blood transfusion, because the aorta is usually not touched during a caesarean section.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as the operation time is too long, or, the mother may have congenital anemia, of course, the most terrible situation is encountering a lower extremity venous embolism.

The chances of this are not high.

Fang Jifan was held tightly by Concubine Fang.

He could feel the coldness on Concubine Fang's hands.

With the anesthetic effect of the stinky pockmark soup, Fang Jifan thought about it and knew that Concubine Fang must be in pain, very painful.

Fang Jifan couldn't bear to look at Fang Fei's face.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao began to cut the last layer of belly.

Bloody.

Zhu Houzhao remained expressionless.

It's no wonder that most people don't faint when they see this situation.

But little Zhu is

What kind of person, since he was young, he longed to lick blood with a knife head. Now, his wish has been fulfilled, and he enjoys and is very happy in this process.

Fang Jifan kept using gauze to pile it around the wound, and bright red blood began to flow out.

Zhu Houzhao began to take out the hemostat, but the hemostat did not stop the bleeding, but stretched the wound.

Zhu Houzhao began to cut open the uterus and said, "Hurry up."

Fang Jifan didn't dare to hesitate, his hands went deep into the wound, and slowly, he began to carefully take out a head.

Then, it began to pull slowly, a weird little guy, wet all over, with skin folds all over his body, only as big as a big mouse, slowly appeared in this world.

It seemed that when it reached the belly, it might be a little stuck, Fang Jifan pulled it hard, and the young man left the mother's womb along with the amniotic fluid and blood.

Fang Jifan immediately took the scissors and cut the umbilical cord. Then, the little guy finally realized that from then on, he no longer relied on the mother's umbilical cord to maintain his life, and he had become an independent individual. Then, with a woo-wah sound, the howling sound began.

The crying was not loud, obviously the breath was still weak. After all, it was a premature baby. Without saying a word, Fang Jifan threw the 'big mouse' aside. There was a tray there, and the tray was full of gauze.

Zhu Houzhao yelled, "How is the child?"

"It's ugly!" Fang Jifan said calmly.

Zhu Houzhao said: "I ask you if you are male or female."

Fang Jifan had no choice but to lean over to have a look, and a familiar thing came into his eyes. The reason why he was familiar with it was because he had it too, and it was bigger than him.

Fang Jifan said: "Male."

Zhu Houzhao suddenly became excited, wishing he could akimbo.

Seeing Zhu Houzhao's unnatural expression, Fang Jifan immediately said, "Hurry up, take the placenta."

The concubine Fang, when she heard the cry, she wept with joy.

She had always thought about giving birth to a grandson, but when she heard the cry, her heart melted. For her,

Zhu Houzhao hurriedly placed the hemostat and continued to support the large wound.

Fang Jifan took out the placenta without hesitation. At this time, Fang Jifan felt that his back was almost wet.

Fang Jifan said: "Your Highness, sew up quickly, hurry up, I will take care of the child."

Zhu Hou looked at Concubine Fang.

Concubine Fang has passed out.

In the ear, I also heard the weak crying of the child.

Zhu Houzhao thought it was very pleasing to the ear, but he knew that the time had come to show off his miraculous skills.

He took out the needle, his hands started to fly, and dense stitches immediately appeared.

Fang Jifan couldn't help but greeted: "His Royal Highness, remember to leave a hole for all needlework, so that the stitches can be easily removed in the future.

Zhu Houzhao needs to sew five layers, but the sutured thread cannot stay in the stomach. In this era, there is no absorbable suture, and this thread cannot rot in the stomach.

Therefore, when suturing, one thread end must be left out, and all five threads must be left out. When the stitches are removed, it may be another crying process. The threads here are pulled out one by one, which is terrible.

Of course...the premise of all this is that Concubine Fang can survive.

Zhu Houzhao began to sew quickly, and Fang Jifan was relieved of Zhu Houzhao's suturing skills, so he was busy taking care of the child.

He held the child upside down to pour out the amniotic fluid that the child might have inhaled.

The child was crying loudly, but Fang Jifan showed no expression on his face. After seeing that it was almost done, Fang Jifan put the 'big mouse' flat on the tray.

The silkworm room was already very warm, and the ground dragon was burned, so there was no need to be afraid of the 'big rat' freezing. Fang Jifan took out a large cotton swab, dipped it in alcohol, and began to wipe every part of the child's body, especially the umbilical cord.

After smearing the alcohol all over his body, Fang Jifan breathed a sigh of relief. The child began to wriggle his mouth, as if he didn't want to cry anymore, he was too tired.

Fang Jifan then took out the swaddling clothes that had been prepared earlier, and wrapped him in it. The swaddling clothes were a bit big, obviously the palace did not expect premature babies, but it didn't matter, just wrapped him in an extra layer.

After wrapping him up, Fang Jifan put the 'big mouse' aside.

The child is healthy.

Presumably, when his nutrition was in his stomach, he was fully guaranteed. The child Fang Jifan was most worried about might not have fully developed lungs.

When Fang Jifan returned to the operating table, Zhu Houzhao bowed his head and continued to sew, from the inside to the outside, one layer at a time, and it was already the third layer. When he saw Fang Jifan approaching him, he couldn't help but disgusted and said: "Go and take care of the children of the palace. .”

"I want to look at my sister." Fang Jifan said.

Zhu Houzhao had nothing to do with him.

Fang Jifan first touched Concubine Fang's forehead, her body temperature was normal, and her breathing...was even, but she was still a little weak. After the abdomen was sewn, although there were occasional drops of blood, the blood loss was not serious. Heavy.

Fang Jifan thought to himself, whether you can survive or not depends on yourself, you can do it.

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This chapter has been written for a long time, and the heart of a tiger... It hurts so much, why did I come to sketch the baby first, I am so cheap, please support me.

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