The operating room was brightly lit.

It was raining outside, the light was not good, and the guards were quietly guarding the courtyard, and their hearts had already risen to their throats.

In a sense, their fate is tied to Fu Jiuqu.

If the king of Guangling County is good, they will be better.

In the room, Xin Yi and Zhou Daozi were nervously preparing.

The pillow on the operating table was specially prepared by Xin Yi for Fu Jiuqu, and the satin was smoked with his favorite "drunk in front of the bottle", which was used to calm the mind.

She wanted to bring the best surgical experience to Fu Jiuqu.

After first aid, Fu Jiuqu briefly woke up.

"Eleventh ......"

His sloppy eyes searched for the slender shadow under the lamplight, and only then did he smile when he saw Xin Yi's face slowly enlarge in front of him.

"Eleven." He held Xin Yi's hand tightly.

"I'm here." Xin Yi winked at him, "How are you feeling now?"

The light of the fire moved and jumped in front of her eyes, like starlight, and the woman's face was also shadowed.

Fu Jiuqu looked at her, looking at her, his mind was groggy, as if he was immersed in an unreal dream.

"It feels like a dream......

"That's right." Xin Yi rested his head on the pillow and looked down at him, "Close your eyes and sleep."

Fu Jiuqu's mouth opened and closed, and his voice was dull and weak, "What kind of medicine are you giving me, I...... It seems to be very tired, and it is necessary to sleep, and it seems to be ...... Not myself."

"Narcotic......" Xin Yi said warmly.

This anesthetic is made from mandala flowers, and looking at Fu Jiuqu's appearance at the moment, Xin Yi understands that he is in a state of disconsciousness.

"Close your eyes and sleep."

Xin Yi smoothed his hair and coaxed him like a child, "Don't be afraid, when you wake up, the operation is ready."

"I'm not afraid." The corners of Fu Jiuqu's lips tugged, and there was trust and loneliness in that smile.

He didn't really like the feeling of being out of control, and he was even more at a loss for the psychedelic feeling that his soul seemed to be being withdrawn.

"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of ...... You'll be left alone."

Xin Yi said, "Of course I'm a person, otherwise I'm a cat?"

If it hadn't worked, Fu Jiuqu would probably have thought of scolding her immediately, but at the moment he was not very sober, and smiled weakly.

"It's good to be a cat."

Xin Yi couldn't cry or laugh, and motioned to Zhou Daozi to prepare utensils.

"The operation began soon."

"Is it started? How do I ...... Doesn't it hurt?"

"You won't be in pain when you start, I don't want you to ......."

I don't want him to be in pain to develop the best anesthetic medicine at the moment, and I don't want him to be in pain, so I have been talking to him and trying to divert his nervousness.

Fu Jiuqu's eyelids were half-open and half-closed, his vision wandered, and he was almost about to fall asleep.

"Eleven is good."

It was the last thing he said before he lost consciousness.

Xin Yi touched his pulse wrist, stepped forward and pressed his cheek against his face, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"The anesthesia has worked, and the operation begins."

Zhou Daozi was more nervous than Xin Yi.

There were also surgeries in this dynasty, but they were generally used for carbuncles and boils or trauma, and there were no surgeries to dissect the human body to do internal organs.

Some people dare to think about it, but no one dares to do it, and no one wants to leave themselves to the doctor to do it.

Zhou Daozi was wearing the same "surgical gown" as Xin Yi - it was a linen cloth that had been sanitized by high-temperature steaming and alcohol, and he was also wrapped in a towel of the same series on his head, looking meticulous, but his appearance was very strange.

He wore gloves and placed the surgical tools one by one on the wooden table in front of Xin Yi.

The utensils made a cold, crisp sound.

This set of surgical tools was created by them according to Xin Yi's drawings in two years, and the cost was incalculable.

The Northern Song Dynasty has the highest metallurgical level in the world today, scalpels, hemostats, thread scissors, retractors, suture needles, oval forceps ...... It is a copper-tin alloy that is not as bright as stainless steel and tungsten carbon steel, but the hardness is sufficient.

At the moment when he picked up the scalpel, Xin Yi thought a lot.

I miss her, I think of Fu Jiuqu, and I think of their future.

She is very focused, but her brain is out of control, and all the past she and Fu Jiuqu have experienced are like movie playbacks, alternately appearing in her mind......

The operating room was quiet.

Zhou Daozi glanced at the sweat on Xin Yi's forehead, and then at Fu Jiuqu, who was sinking into a coma, and said with emotion:

"With this narcotic alone, the princess's medical skills can go down in history."

Xin Yi smiled, "Don't dare, I'm just taking it."

Zhou Daozi thought she was just modest, smiled, didn't continue to greet, and asked her without words.

"How long will it take?"

Xin Yi: "Half an hour."

Zhou Daozi asked, "So fast?"

Xin Yi snorted and didn't speak.

Zhou Daozi stood very close, seeing that she didn't want to talk more, so he had to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, don't start, don't look at the bloody scene on the operating table, and keep chanting "Amitabha" in his heart, breathing carefully, for fear of disturbing her.

Half an hour passed quickly, and the two people in the operating room were already sweating on their backs.

"Phew." Xin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and under Zhou Daozi's gaze, he began to stitch with sheep intestines.

The sheep belonged to Uncle Zhang's family.

Zhou Daozi had eaten the meat of the sheep, and couldn't help but ask for the sheep, "Why do you use the intestines of the sheep?"

Xin Yi said: "Sutures are made from the submucosa of sheep intestines, which can be absorbed in the human body, and there is no need to remove sutures."

Zhou Daozi sighed as if he didn't understand, and looked at her with half-squinted eyes and strange eyes: "The princess of the county knows too much, not like a mortal."

The corners of Xin Yi's lips twitched, "I'm a fairy."

Zhou Daozi nodded solemnly, "The old man looks like it."

After the wound was sutured, Xin Yi used a dressing, took a gauze bag and pressed it against the wound to stop the bleeding, then washed his hands and disinfected them, and then sat down on the chair in front of the operating table.

"It's over, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Daozi saw that Fu Jiuqu showed no signs of waking up, and asked uneasily, "This, how is this operation doing?"

Xin Yi turned his head to look at her, a smile on the corner of his mouth,

"It lived up to expectations and was a success."

Zhou Daozi smiled for the first time when he entered the operating room and gave Xin Yi a big thumbs up.

"The old man takes the liberty to reply again, when will the king of the county wake up?"

This little old man is simply a hundred thousand whys, at this time Xin Yi was actually a little tired and didn't want to speak, but he still patiently talked to him.

"It's hard to give the exact time, it depends on his tolerance for ***. Moreover, even if you wake up, there will probably be a period of confusion, and by night, you should be able to wake up completely."

"Great."

Zhou Daozi became excited, his hands clenched into fists, and the long beard under his chin kept shaking with laughter, "The old man is going to tell everyone, tell those old guys." It worked! The operation was successful."

As he said that, he was about to change his clothes and go out, when Xin Yi turned his head to look at him.

"Elder Zhou, wait a minute. I'll write a recipe, you have people grab the medicine and decoction it, and when the king wakes up, he can take it."

Zhou Daozi nodded frequently, "Make, make." You say, I'll write it down."

"I'll write it anyway."

Xin Yi stood up, walked to the operating table, opened the drawer, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a traditional Chinese medicine prescription focusing on anti-inflammatory.

In the era when there were no antibiotics, it was enough to make do.

When Zhou Daozi walked out with the prescription, a burst of cheers broke out in the courtyard outside, Xin Yi heard it in the operating room, and also pulled the corners of his mouth, and then slowly sat back.

The operation went more smoothly than she expected, after all, she had done her homework, and this was the life of her life

The most beautiful operation, Fu Jiuqu is the most powerful guinea pig in the Northern Song Dynasty, and Zhang Xiaoniang is a widely circulated female surgeon, she finally did not insult this reputation......

In the evening, it rained again.

Thin raindrops sprinkled on the Wuzhang River, causing ripples in circles.

The sky is getting dark, the lights of Bianjing City are reflected in the water, and the excitement of the Double Ninth Festival is still being staged.

Xin Yi held Fu Jiuqu's hand, lay on the side of the bed and fell asleep unconsciously.

"Princess ...... County"

There was a knock outside the door, it was Duan Sui.

You can't enter the operating room without permission, this is Xin Yi's explanation in advance, and you have to go through strict disinfection when you go out and come in again. Xin Yi opened his eyes and woke up, walked over and stuck to the door and asked him. new

"What's the matter?"

Duan Sui whispered, "There are people in the palace, King Xuanjun and Princess Jun have entered the palace."

Xin Yi's heart was suffocated, he glanced at the sleeping Fu Jiuqu, and said lightly: "Tell them, just say that the king of the county is not feeling well and can't go."

"Yes." Duan Sui hesitated for a moment and said, "But the subordinates looked at the father-in-law's attitude a little ambiguously, and asked if there was something strange going on in the medicine shop...... I'm afraid it's easy to get rid of it."

Xin Yi said, "You say so first, drag him down. When the king wakes up, everything will be arranged."