Wing Country Mansion.

There was a red coffin in the courtyard, and the people prepared white cloths one after another, preparing what should be prepared for the funeral.

Qin Shubao, who was nearly sixty years old, was lying on the sickbed, enduring severe abdominal pain, and his breath was like a gossamer.

His wife, Li, and son, Qin Huaiyu, were sitting in the house crying quietly.

Qin Shubao's face was pale, his pupils became cloudy, and beside him sat Li Jing, a British prince who was good friends.

Li Jing's face was also like ashes, and his sad look was clear on his face.

Cheng Huailiang knew as soon as he saw this posture that the British public capital was here, and the family was here, and this was preparing to take care of the aftermath.

"Mao Gong, the most reassuring thing for me is Huaiyu." Qin Shubao seemed to be trying his best to make himself speak, "Although it is said that the title of Duke of Yiguo is hereditary, I also hope that in the future, you will take him to the battlefield and let him fight back to the title that belongs to him with both hands." Our Tang generals are all cattle, and those who are sons can't be bad breeds. ”

"Shubao, I'm ......" Li Ji took Qin Shubao's hand, "Don't talk too much, Imperial Doctor Zhang is already here." He will have a way to save you. ”

"Mao Gong, I know my illness, I have been in pain for nearly half a year, and this time it is the most serious. I'm afraid my life will be short. If Huaiyu does something wrong in the future, don't connive at it, treat it as your child, and punish it when it should be punished, and punish it heavily. ”

Qin Huaiyu's eyes turned even redder, and he suddenly fell down in front of the sickbed, crying silently, obviously on the verge of collapse.

Zhang Haitang carried the medicine box on his back and looked anxious, little grandfather, when you arrive, you said that you can cure the illness of the prince of Yiguo. Just now in the Imperial Medical Department, the is like five thunderbolts, why are you cowardly?

Qin Shubao still wanted to speak, but the severe pain made him unable to say a word.

His wife Li and Qin Huaiyu were already crying out of breath.

Zhang Haitang hurriedly withdrew the corners of Cheng Huailiang's clothes a few times behind Cheng Huailiang.

Cheng Huailiang sighed helplessly, "Uncle Li, this disease is not incurable. ”

For a moment, the room fell completely silent.

Everyone looked at Cheng Huailiang, and his words were really earth-shattering, and even Li Ji, who had been through the storm for a long time, was completely shocked.

Qin Huaiyu suddenly stopped crying, and looked at Cheng Huailiang with wide eyes, "Huailiang, can it really be cured?" ”

Originally, as a female dependent, she couldn't ask Cheng Huailiang at this time, but Li still didn't care about this, and grabbed Cheng Huailiang's hand, "Liangzi, what you said is true?" Is your Uncle Qin still saved? ”

"Save!"

After Cheng Huailiang finished speaking, everyone began to stare at Cheng Huailiang, especially the British Duke Li Ji, who wanted to find something in Cheng Huailiang's eyes. He wanted to know if Cheng Huailiang was joking with Qin Shubao's life.

"How?" Li Ji spoke, very serious.

"This ......"

Cheng Huailiang was a little difficult, if he said that it would be good to take medicine, but if he disemboweled...... The ancients paid attention to the parents of the body, if they gave Qin Shubao a knife, God knows if Li Ji would kill him, and whether Qin Huaiyu would kill him.

"It's called chronic appendicitis." Cheng Huailiang also let go, "My mentor, Master Xihua, encountered such a symptom back then, and the method was to cut it off where it hurts. To put it simply, it is to cut off the suppurated section and never recur. ”

Everyone gasped, what did it hurt? To put it mildly, shall I take your intestines off?

Qin Shubao was already terminally ill, and he was a little unable to bear it at this time.

Cheng Huailiang's words seemed to let him find the dawn of the morning in the dark, but his heart was also slightly cold, and the only remaining hope was linked to disembowelment.

People pay attention to falling leaves and returning to their roots, and are they still complete people?

Just that group of dead eunuchs, after they died, they also put the cut treasures into the coffin, not to mention Qin Shubao's generation of famous generals.

Li and Qin Huaiyu had no master, and they aimed their inquiring eyes at the British Duke Li Ji.

Li Ji is very complicated in his heart, and he can't make this decision.

can look at Zhang Haitang behind him, his trust in Cheng Huailiang's magic energy is like Cheng Huailiang's brainless fan.

Qin Shubao, who was lying on the bed, didn't know why, and suddenly found that he believed Cheng Huailiang a little. Although it is a bit appalling to say that disembowelment, if it is cured......

As a famous general, Qin Shubao has his own unfinished business, he doesn't want to be a god like Li Jing, the Duke of Weiguo, but he still wants to fight on the battlefield with Lao Li here.

cough cough cough ......

Qin Shubao coughed violently, "Cure it......"

"Uncle Qin, the little nephew is only fifty percent sure that he will cure you, if there is any accident, you will die." Cheng Huailiang told the truth that there are certain risks in surgery, especially in ancient times when the sanitary conditions were extremely poor.

"Mao Gong, help me be a witness. Cheng Huailiang's treatment cured me and I personally went to His Majesty to ask for merit. If I fail, I'm dead, and I have nothing to do with Cheng Huailiang. If there is someone with ill intentions, go to Your Majesty's slander and help me save Cheng Huailiang. ”

As soon as Qin Shubao said this, Cheng Huailiang's heart relaxed a little.

"Okay." Li Ji nodded heavily.

"I needed a clean room without dust. Lights are needed, lots and lots of lights. Especially on the top of the head, even more. "Cheng Huailiang's requirements are not high, after all, now is not as good as the previous life.

As for Cheng Huailiang's fifty percent hope...... That's. Even if there is no dust, it is still a room where bacteria breed, and after the cecum is cut, whether it can come back to life depends on Qin Shubao's will to survive.

After all, if you have to experience a high fever, you will survive it, and you can't listen to it...... That can't be helped, Hades wants you to die, and no one can pull it back.

An hour later.

The room was ready, and the room was filled with oil lamps. Overhead, there was a huge lamp with more than two dozen oil lamps in it.

Zhang Haitang has a family heirloom hemp boiling soup, and the tools borrowed from the clean room are also neatly arranged.

As for the white coats, surgical gloves and so on, it's not that there is nowhere to get them, but there are no ones at all.

Therefore, in ancient times, there was such a thing as disembowelment...... Well, it's all providential.

Cheng Huailiang strangely found that the ancient castration tools were quite complete, and there were even things like pliers for stopping bleeding.

Needles and silk threads were also sent at this time, and a jar of spirits was also sent to the Fat Tavern.

The hemp boiling soup had already been fed to Qin Shubao to drink, but Cheng Huailiang still asked people to find a rope to tie Qin Shubao strongly.

There is also a person in the Jingshi room, named Chang Le, who is Li Shimin's nephew of Chang Wen, and the only male in the Chang family who has not been cut off.

"You're the main knife." Cheng Huailiang still felt that he was inexperienced and couldn't get started.

Changle often chickles pigs...... Bah, bah, often eunuchs become eunuchs, I have seen strong winds and waves, I have a lot of work experience, and I may be more ruthless and accurate.

Chang Le waved his hand one after another, "Little grandfather, I can't do it." ”

"I say you can do it, you can do it."