The First Family of Tang Dynasty

　　 Inside the hall, the melodious sound of the piano, the Ambergris fragrance of Ningshen, and the comfort of Guanyin maidservant, could not completely eliminate Li Shimin's anxiety.

　　 Every once in a while, Li Shimin would subconsciously turn his head to take a look at the dripping copper pot. It feels like a life is like a year.

　　 Just as he waited anxiously and wanted to take a look at the book to express his mood, there was a rush of footsteps outside.

　　 "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness, the prince's minister, is here to report that the third son of Cheng has taken out an arrow from the shoulder and neck of Lord Yi Guo, and Yi Guo is fair and safe."

　　 "Shoulder and neck... good, there will be good news so soon."

　　 Li Shimin glanced at the dripping copper pot, from when the prince left to take out the first arrowhead.

　　 Less than half an hour has passed, I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I can hear the good news.

　　 At the same moment, Cheng Chubi carefully tightened the second arrow he found in Qin Qiong's body, and slowly pulled it out...

　　 After less than a stick of incense, Li Shimin received a message from two other messengers.

　　 There was only the last arrow buried in Qin Qiong's body, which was the one on his chest.

　　 Even if it is still spring, even if Li Shimin is in a cool house. But at this moment, sweat was still on his forehead.

　　 Picking up the iced white fungus and lotus seed soup from Changsun Wuguo, Li Shimin glanced at the dripping of the copper pot and couldn't help but mutter.

　　 "In such a short time, he Cheng Saburo has already achieved this level, will it be too fast?"

　　 "Kuanyin maid, do you want to let Cheng Laosan stop for a while, wait for Qin Qing to relax, and then continue after he recovers?"

　　The long-term Sun Wugou looked at her husband who was obviously a little confused. At this moment, she smiled gently, staring at Li Shimin and slowly speaking.

　　 "The husband fights, the courage is too, all in one go, then decline, and exhaustion..." In the gentle voice, there was firmness.

　　 Li Shimin glanced at his grandson Wuguo, and couldn't help but smile a little embarrassingly. "I am confused."

　　 raised his neck and drained the bowl of iced white fungus and lotus seed soup, like drinking a strong drink.

　　Wugou, the grandson, took the jade bowl, and put his hand gently on Li Shimin's powerful arm and said seriously.

　　 "Your Majesty's destiny, Cheng Saburo's gift of medical skills, must be the friendship of God's pity for the loyal ministers, and it will surely fulfill your majesty's will."

　　 This kind of feudal superstition is surprisingly convincing.

　　 Li Shimin relieved his sorrow a little and cheered up.

　　 "The Guanyin maid said that if Cheng Saburo can solve Qin Qing's life worries, I will definitely reward him."

　　While speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the dripping copper kettle again, and couldn't help but mutter. "Why is it so slow."

　　Wugou the grandson: "..."

　　 Who is it that said a moment ago that it would be too fast?

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　　 "The third child, are you tired? Do you want to take a break?"

　　 Cheng Yaojin and Yu Chigong, the two famous generals who helped inside, are already sweating because of the depression and tension at this moment.

　　 "No, the child is not tired, let's go out and see how much time has passed?" Cheng Chubi said with his stiff neck moving.

　　 There is no shadowless lamp, and the assistants are not professional. Everything is on their own, not tired.

　　 But now, there is only the last chest left, which is also the most dangerous chest. Cheng Chubi is in the right state, so he naturally wants to suffocate.

　　 Hearing Cheng Chubi's questioning outside, he immediately replied. "Just lit the third incense stick."

　　 "A quarter of an hour...is enough." Cheng Chubi took a deep breath. "You can remove the stethoscope and put it under your ribs to listen."

　　 The old fourth went around for a while, but couldn't see a suitable position for him to stand. He was dumbfounded, and Cheng Chubi was unhappy.

　　 "Why are you stunned? Go down quickly and put the auscultation head on this?"

　　 "...Okay, is this the third brother?" Cheng Laosi could only get under the operating table and put his stethoscope on Qin Qiong's armpit, who was lying flat.

　　 In this way, it will finally not hinder the position of Cheng Chubi and his assistant Cheng Laowu.

　　 "Okay, just stay." Cheng Chubi replied, seeing that Cheng Laowu first scrubbed his skin with fresh lime water, and put on alcohol again for a second disinfection.

　　 In an instant, the sound of deep breathing as if smelling immortality and intoxication came from around. Needless to say, the two old drunks, my father and Yu Chigong, are blessed.

　　 "It's the essence of the wine, it's incense..." Yu Chigong did not forget to comment at this moment.

　　 Cheng bites the gold and squeezes his eyes. "My old Cheng didn't fool you, you just didn't want to let you in."

　　 "..." Cheng Chubi's face went dark. The essence of God's wine...

　　 This is an operation. The operating room needs to be quiet. If you want to brag, please go out and turn right.

　　 Well, one is my father and the other is Uncle Yuchi. I am just a relatively weak junior. Forget it, don't care.

　　 uttered a few words in silence, the scalpel in his hand was not slow, and a cut was already made in Qin Qiong's chest.

　　 "Gauze, hemostatic forceps... hemostatic forceps... gauze..."

　　 As Cheng Chubi's voice sounded so calm as an unsentimental machine, the operating room gradually became quiet again.

　　 Pulled out the skin and muscle tissue, and finally opened his chest, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but sucked in a cold breath...

　　 "What's wrong with the third child? Something happened?"

　　 "Uncle Qin's pericardium..." Cheng Chubi saw it. He saw an arrow ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ just stuck between the upper and lower ribs.

　　 This is nothing, but the sharp edge of this arrowhead has already left several scars on Qin Qiong's pericardium.

　　 If it goes deeper, or Qin Qiong suddenly has something unexpected.

　　 If this arrow fell into the chest cavity, Qin Qiong would have no other options except kicking and arising.

　　 "The third child, is this your uncle Qin's heart and liver?" It was Cheng Yaojin who was murderous, but it was the first time he saw a living person being cut open.

　　 "Why are there so many scars on it..."

　　 "Well, the old man also took a look, hiss...How come Old Qin's heart and liver are so scarred."

　　 Cheng Chubi, who was the chief surgeon of the surgery, was immediately pushed behind by these two strong and bear-like Great Tang generals.

　　 Cheng Chubi's face turned black, and couldn't help but anxiously said. "Father, Uncle Yuchi, please get out of the way, I want to take the arrow."

　　 "Well, well, let you, this child, why is your temper so anxious." Cheng Yaojin happily, and hurriedly pulled Yu Chigong.

　　 The Datang bully who almost pushed the chief surgeon and doctor's assistant out of the operating room with a smiley face gave up their positions.

　　 Li Chengqian stood next to him, feeling that his guard was about to jump out. Convincingly, he looked at the two hippie smiles and talked and smiled calmly, the famous Datang generals.

　　 Sure enough, these are like pure men and real men, but unfortunately...

　　 Li Chengqian shook his head hurriedly, throwing behind this thought that was inconsistent with his personal setting. He is the prince of Datang, and he is now under Chengping.

　　 What is needed is no longer an emperor who will fight immediately, but a ruler who can sit in the court, know the truth and history, and govern the world with filial piety.

　　 Cheng Chubi stood in the position of the main knife again, and picked up a hemostatic forceps...