After Fang Jifan's teachings.

Zhu Houzhao probably understood the process of the operation.

Apparently...... The difficulty of this operation was much more difficult than he had expected.

He thought it was the same as cutting his waist, so he snapped and came out.

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

In the womb, but his own child, maybe even his own son.

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

Fang Jifan was actually more nervous than Zhu Houzhao.

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

Fang Jifan touched Fang's belly, roughly confirmed the child's location, and then, he took a piece of cloth and covered Fang's stomach, leaving only a small opening for surgery, which was to prevent blood from flowing everywhere.

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

"Your Highness, we don't have much time, in order to prevent heavy bleeding, we must be fast, one minute late, the more dangerous Concubine Fang will be."

"Understood." Zhu Houzhao bowed his head.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "In this case, let's start now!" ”

"Let's go."

Zhu Houzhao also took a deep breath, he was engrossed, this guy's psychological quality is too good, he must have been a pig killer in his last life.

Then, Zhu Houzhao pressed the position of the operation, took the extremely sharp scalpel, and gently began to slash over Concubine Fang's belly.

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

Concubine Fang felt pain.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

This feeling of lying flat on her own and two people holding slaughtering knives and disemboweling herself is enough to make a woman feel indescribable horror.

But...... She gritted her teeth, not daring to move.

She knew in her heart that if she moved at will, the child might not be saved.

Fang Jifan couldn't help but hold her hand and comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be nervous, it's okay, it will be fine soon, I'm going to see the child soon." ”

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

Fang Jifan's head was bowed, and then he was engrossed, observing the direction of Zhu Houzhao's knife.

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

Call......

Scratched open.

He could already see the blood stains on the back of his head.

Fang Jifan suddenly thought, isn't the scene in front of him the same as peeling? This is an ancestral craft, I think at the beginning, Emperor Taizu Gao's favorite thing to do was to peel the skin and fill the grass.

"Go on." Fang Jifan Road.

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

Sweat must not drip down, and 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 is slowly opened.

His hand is very steady, impartial, this expression, like Wang Shouren who killed the pig at the beginning, calm and fast.

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

There are seven layers of belly, in the operation of later generations, it is not just as simple as cutting the stomach at once, the difficulty of cutting the abdomen, and the difference between cutting the waist lies in this, because the wound required by the laparotomy is larger, and the layers of skin must be cut open, and then quickly take out the child and placenta, and then, layer by layer of sutures, if a knife goes down directly, even if it is sutured, I am afraid that the bleeding will not be stopped.

Fang Shi endured, she could feel her belly cut layer by layer, this was a very terrifying thing, she raised her eyes, looked at Zhu Houzhao, and then looked at Fang Jifan, the two of them lowered their heads, she dragged Fang Jifan's hand stiffly: "Brother, child...... Is it out? ”

Fang Jifan said: "It's almost there." ”

This...... This is just the beginning.

Next, the third layer, the fourth layer......

Obviously, the current surgical instruments are still not up to par, 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.

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

In general, a caesarean section does not require a blood transfusion, because the caesarean section usually does not touch the large arteries.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as the operation is too long, or the mother may have congenital anemia, and of course, the most terrible situation is to suffer a venous thrombosis of the lower extremities.

The odds are not high.

Fang Jifan was pulled by Concubine Fang with one hand.

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

With the anesthetic effect of stinky pockmarked soup, Fang Jifan thought about it, and knew that Concubine Fang must be in pain, and the pain was terrible.

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

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

Flesh and blood blur.

Zhu Houzhao's face was expressionless.

When ordinary people see this situation, it's strange that they don't faint.

But what kind of person is Xiao Zhu, this fight is small, he is eager to lick the blood with a knife, and now, his wish is satisfied, and he enjoys this process very much, very happy.

Fang Jifan kept piling gauze around the wound, and the red blood began to flow out.

Zhu Houzhao began to take a hemostat, but this hemostat did not stop bleeding, but extended the wound.

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

Where did Fang Jifan dare to hesitate, his hands went deep into the wound, and slowly, he began to take out a head carefully.

Then, slowly pulling, a strange-looking little guy, wet all over his body, with folds of skin all over his body, only the size of a big mouse, slowly appeared in this world.

It seems that when it reaches the belly, it may be a little stuck, Fang Jifan dragged it hard, and the young man left the mother's body with the amniotic fluid and blood.

Fang Jifan immediately took the scissors and cut the umbilical cord, and then, the little guy finally realized that from now on, he no longer relied on his mother's umbilical cord to sustain his life, he had become an independent individual. So, with a whoop, a howl began to be heard.

The cry was not loud, obviously the breath was still very weak, after all, it was a premature baby, this 'big mouse' Fang Jifan didn't say a word, and threw it aside, there was a tray there, and the tray was full of gauze.

Zhu Houzhao shouted: "How is the child? ”

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

Zhu Houzhao said: "This palace asks you if you are a man or a woman. ”

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

Fang Jifan said: "Male." ”

Zhu Houzhao suddenly became excited, and he couldn't wait to cross his waist.

Fang Jifan saw that Zhu Houzhao's face was unnatural, and immediately said, "Hurry up, take the placenta." ”

That concubine Fang, when she heard the cry, was already crying with joy.

She had been thinking about giving birth to a royal grandson, but when she heard this cry, her heart had already melted.

Zhu Houzhao was busy with the hemostat and continued to expand the wound.

Fang Jifan did not hesitate and took out the placenta, at this time, Fang Jifan already felt that his back was almost wet.

Fang Jifan said: "Your Highness, hurry up and sew it, hurry up, I'll take care of the child." ”

Zhu Hou glanced at Concubine Fang.

Concubine Fang had already fainted.

In my ears, I also heard the child's weak cry.

Zhu Houzhao felt very pleasant, but he knew that the time had come to show his miraculous skills.

He took the needle, and his hands began to fly, and dense needles and threads appeared immediately.

Fang Jifan couldn't help but beckoned: "Your Highness, remember that all the needles and threads must be left open, and the stitches will be removed in the future."

Zhu Houzhao needs to sew five layers, but the thread that can be sewn in it cannot be left in the stomach, in this era, there is no absorbable suture, and this thread cannot rot in the stomach.

Therefore, when suturing, there needs to be a thread left outside, and five threads must be set aside.

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

Zhu Houzhao began to stitch quickly, and Fang Jifan, for Zhu Houzhao's suturing skills, can rest assured, busy taking care of the child.

He carried the child upside down, and poured out the amniotic fluid that might have been inhaled from the child's mouth.

The child was crying, but Fang Jifan had no expression on his face, and when it was almost over, Fang Jifan put the 'big mouse' flat on the tray.

The silkworm room was already very warm, burning the earth dragon, so there was no need to be afraid of the 'big rat' freezing, Fang Jifan took out a big cotton swab, and then 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, and the child began to squirm his mouth, as if he didn't want to cry, he was too tired.

Fang Jifan took out the swaddling clothes that had been prepared long ago and wrapped him in them, the swaddling clothes were a little big, obviously the palace did not expect the situation of premature babies, but it was not tight, just wrap it in one more layer.

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

The child is healthy.

Thinking that his nutrition was in the belly, it was fully guaranteed, and the child that Fang Jifan was most worried about might not have fully developed lungs, and if it was a child from a poor family, it would probably not be.

Fang Jifan returned to the operating table, Zhu Houzhao lowered his head and continued to stitch, sewing from the inside out, layer by layer, it was already the third layer, when he saw Fang Jifan coming up, he couldn't help but disgust: "Go take care of the children in this palace." ”

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

Zhu Houzhao couldn't do anything about him.

And Fang Jifan touched Concubine Fang's forehead first, her body temperature was normal, and her breathing was ...... It's also even, but it's still a little weak, and the abdomen is sewn up, although there are occasional blood beads coming out, but the blood loss is not serious.

Fang Jifan thought in his heart, 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 tiger's heart ...... It hurts, why do you go to the sketch baby first, it's cheap, ask for support.