Zhao Mengqi picked up Wen Yisun, who was at the door, and strode into the room.

"Quacks are incompetent, what's the use of begging!?"

In the room, Wen Tianxiang waved his hand at the two doctors, and a forty or fifty-year-old man opposite him got up and left his seat, with regret on his face, it should be the one surnamed Chu.

The other person, with white beard and hair, was afraid that he was seventy or eighty years old, and looked very fairy-like, but he sat on the rose chair with a big grin, looking angry and disdainful.

Seeing Zhao Mengqi suddenly walking in, he was still full of ridicule, and he was even more furious.

"Where did the yellow-mouthed child dare to be so rude!? The old man has been practicing medicine for 50 years, saving countless people, and is famous inside and outside Lin'an, in this carbuncle treatment, he claims to be the second, and absolutely no one dares to call the first! It is Xinglin colleagues who talk about the name of my Liu Yishou, and they also want to give a thumbs up and praise and admire! How dare you call me a quack!?"

Liu Yishou was really angry, his eyes widened angrily, and his beard and eyebrows stood up, as if he wanted to poke Zhao Mengqi, who had bad reputation, into a sieve.

Zhao Mengqi glanced at him and said lightly, "Uncle Wen can't cure any minor illness, what is it if it's not a quack!?"

"Hehe, a minor illness!? What a fool of the shaft!" Liu Yishou was not tarnished in order to his reputation, and solemnly defended himself, "His illness is a poor diet, not suitable for cold and temperature, and the accumulation of dirt and stasis, congestion is not good, long-term depression turns into heat, long-term heat putrefaction, and becomes a carbuncle, this disease is actually not difficult to treat, but the previous doctor did not know this disease, and mistakenly treated it as a swelling disease, and suppressed the symptoms, but failed to have a target, and broke out after a long time, and now it is the gods who are coming, and they are helpless!"

Liu Yishou's words mean that Wen's father's disease was misdiagnosed by the doctor in front, so it seems that his body is getting better, but the real hidden danger is getting worse and worse, until today, he suddenly attacked.

For doctors at this time, word-of-mouth reputation is even more important than life, and Wen Tianxiang is the champion of the new department, with a very strong influence in the world, if you really question their medical skills, not to mention the loss of reputation, at least it will be very embarrassing.

Therefore, Physician Chu also explained, "This disease is indeed not trivial, and it is very easy to be misdiagnosed. After the acupuncture was ineffective, he also prescribed rhubarb peony soup, but the patient vomited and could not take the medicine at all......

"Okay, don't say so much, in short, you just don't have the ability to cure it, right?" Zhao Mengqi was a little impatient.

Liu Yishou blew up again, "I don't have the ability!? What a joke! Do you have what it takes? You can do it!"

Doctor Chu's face darkened, "Why are you so unreasonable? Let me just tell you, this disease cannot be cured by Senior Liu and me, and there is no one else in the world who can cure it!"

Hearing these words, Wen Tianxiang became more and more painful and desperate.

Zhao Mengqi grabbed his arm, "Brother Song Rui, don't listen to their nonsense, there are no absolutes in the world, as long as the uncle is still angry, then there must be a way to save him back, and take me to see the uncle's condition first, the Lang Zhong I invited has already arrived again."

Wen Tianxiang heard Zhao Mengqi say this, and a light of hope rose in his eyes, "Palace... Brother Xian, my father is really still saved!?"

Zhao Mengqi nodded seriously, "If my uncle's illness is really as I guessed, then the person I called should be cured......

"Hehe, what a shame! Even if you have the ability to invite all the imperial doctors from Hallym Hospital, don't try to cure this disease!" Liu squinted his eyes and sneered.

Zhao Mengqi ignored him and dragged Wen Tianxiang into the inner room.

As soon as I entered, I felt that the air was foul and smelly, and then I saw a clay pot next to the bed containing pus and blood feces, and the furnishings and utensils in the room looked messy.

Wen Yi on the bed shrunk his feet and hugged his belly, screaming in pain, his voice was hoarse, Wen Zeng sat at the head of the bed, hurriedly wiping the sweat on his head and face.

Wen Shusun, who was about ten years old, hugged the four-year-old Wen Shunsun, standing at the end of the bed at a loss, sobbing, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Suddenly seeing a stranger come in, the two sisters were shocked, but fortunately they were behind

Wen Tianxiang, who was pulling, made them feel a little relieved, "Big brother!"

Wen Tianxiang nodded heavily, "Lady Shunniang, you can't help here, let's go out first, don't worry, Daddy will be fine!"

The two sisters hesitated a little, and Wen Zeng hurriedly raised his head, "Listen to your eldest brother, go out first...... Brother Yun, the two doctors said that it can't be cured, do you have any other way?"

"A-Niang, child......" Wen Tianxiang wanted to speak and stopped.

Zhao Mengqi walked to the side of the bed and smiled with relief, "Auntie, don't worry, the imperial doctor is coming, it will get better, and let me see my uncle's symptoms."

"Imperial Doctor!? Did you really invite the Imperial Doctor?" Wen Zeng's looked at Wen Tianxiang in surprise, "Brother Yun, who is this little brother?"

"Really." Wen Tianxiang nodded, paused for a moment before saying, "Ah Niang, this is His Royal Highness King Yan."

Wen Zeng hurriedly stood up and saluted in shock, "The women of the people pay their respects to Your Highness."

"Auntie doesn't have to be polite, just treat me as Song Rui's ordinary friend." Zhao Mengqi picked up Wen Zeng's and glared at Wen Tianxiang helplessly and reproachfully.

Wen Tianxiang smiled bitterly, although he promised not to reveal the identity of King Yan, he couldn't lie to his parents.

Wen Zeng became restrained, and Wen Yi on the bed should have heard it, but the severe pain made him unable to say anything.

Subsequently, Zhao Mengqi inspected Wenyi's condition, touched his forehead, confirmed that he was having a fever, and inquired in detail about the onset of the disease.

Then Zhao Mengqi took away Wenyi's hand holding his stomach, lightly pressed his right lower abdomen, and found that there was a hard swelling inside.

"Uncle, has all the pain been transferred here?"

Wenyi gritted her teeth and nodded with difficulty.

Zhao Mengqi was greatly relieved that he had six or seven points of confirmation now, "Fortunately, the worst situation did not occur, and it can be cured."

Wen Tianxiang was stunned, "Could it be that His Highness is proficient in medical skills!?"

I know how to heal a fart, but I've had it in my last life.

Zhao Mengqi touched his nose, and it was difficult to say that he didn't understand, so he had to say vaguely, "I understand a little, I probably know how to treat it, just wait for the imperial doctor to come and confirm it."

Wen Zeng immediately cried with joy, "Great, great!"

Wen Tianxiang was also excited, and kept bowing, "Your Highness's grace, the Wen family will never forget!"

Zhao Mengqi hurriedly supported Wen Tianxiang, "Don't get excited, it's not too late to thank you if you really cure your uncle, I guess it's almost here, let's go out and have a look."

Seeing the two of them come out so quickly, Liu Yishou sneered, "What's the matter, does this 'little miracle doctor' have any cure to save this terminal illness?"

Zhao Mengqi didn't bother to bother with him, after all, people's views are limited by their own knowledge, the so-called well frog can't talk about the sea, and the summer insect can't talk about ice.

In Liu Yishou's world, Wenyi's illness has been misdiagnosed and delayed to the point where it is now, and there is indeed no rule of law, and he just wants to maintain his authority now.

After being ignored, Liu Yishou became even more embarrassed, "Boy, can't the old man hear you talking!? Why don't you answer?"

Zhao Mengqi chuckled, "The Tao is not the same, what do I have to say to you? You think it can't be cured, I think it can be cured, who's right and who's wrong, wouldn't it be good to wait for the result?"

Liu crooked his mouth with one hand, blew his beard and glared, "Okay! Good! Good! The old man wants to see what magical powers you can have today, if you really save people, the old man will worship you as a teacher, and the Liuren Hall of the Han family will also worship you with the gift of the ancestor for generations! But if you lose, you need to apologize to the old man in public, kneel down and kowtow three times!"

The old man is out of the way, making such a ruthless bet.

The so-called apprenticeship is not to learn art, but almost to call the meaning of the father, but the ancients attached great importance to human ethics and could not recognize the father casually, but the relationship between master and apprentice and the relationship between father and son is not too much.

Zhao Mengqi rolled his eyes, what is the use of a disciple like you? As for kowtowing, I dare to kowtow, and I want you to dare to bear it......

It's just that Zhao Mengqi didn't bother to talk to him, "Whatever you want."

"Then you just agreed to the gambling contract, so many people have witnessed, don't think about denying ......" Liu

I thought I had a plan and hurriedly finalized it.

At this moment, there was a noise in the courtyard, and five or six people with medicine boxes on their backs ran in, "Where is the patient?"

Liu Yiyi looked at the sound and was a little dumbfounded, "Imperial Doctor Bai? Wind Doctor? Doctor Xu? Dr. Li ...... You guys... Why are you all here?"

Niang Xipi, even if the prince is sick, there is no such a big battle, right?

Although the Wen family has produced a champion, it is far from making the imperial court so prosperous!

"Come with me."

Zhao Mengqi called lightly, and the six imperial doctors followed into the inner room, without even looking at Liu Yishou.

This made Liu Yishou both embarrassed and shocked, but he still didn't panic in his heart, a terminal illness is a terminal illness, even if he invites famous doctors from all over the world, there is no way!

After entering, the imperial doctors did not talk nonsense, and immediately took turns to see the doctor, and took out twelve points of seriousness.

Half an hour passed, and after the meeting, Imperial Physician Bai reported to Zhao Mengqi, "Your Highness, the ministers and others confirmed that the patient had an intestinal carbuncle, and it was very likely that the carbuncle had suddenly occurred from an earthworm...... If it is a day in the morning, it is not difficult to treat, but at this time, the lesion has ulcerated and perforated, and the medicine stone is difficult to cure, I am afraid that it will ......."

The meaning is similar to what Liu Yishou said in Chu Lang, but Zhao Mengqi was determined in his heart, waved his hand and said, "Since the medicine stone is difficult to help, then it is good to have a knife to remove the lesion......

"This? Isn't it too risky?" Imperial Physician Bai hesitated.

Although he was too old to learn surgical techniques, he did have a good understanding of surgery.

For this kind of abdominal lesion, it was not without surgery before this time, for example, the "Treatise on the Origin and Syndrome of Diseases" that appeared in the Sui Dynasty recorded in detail the steps and techniques of intestinal anastomosis surgery.

However, due to the limitations of technology and environment, it is easy to have bad consequences, and it is generally necessary to use it when a dead horse is a live horse doctor.

Zhao Mengqi smacked his lips, "If you don't take this risk, can you save people back?"

"Well, Your Highness is right." Doctor Bai turned his mind, "Although the removal of some organs will definitely have an impact, it can be regarded as the last resort."

"If it's really a vermide lesion, it's actually okay to cut it, you can discuss it now, and the follow-up treatment plan after the operation." Zhao Mengqi commanded.

Vermiform is what the ancients said about the appendix, and the treatment of appendicitis in later generations is not a knife?

In fact, if it is not for the misdiagnosis and delay of the disease, the methods of traditional Chinese medicine and internal medicine can be cured with full certainty.

Saying this, two large carriages arrived outside the small courtyard, because the gate was too small, Wu Qiong, Geng Zhi and others were demolishing the courtyard wall, attracting the surrounding residents to come and watch.

When Qin Duan appeared in front of Wen Tianxiang, he was scared enough.

"You, aren't you the executioner who skins people? You...... What are you doing in my house!?"

Qin Duan scratched his face and said in annoyance, "I'm not an executioner! No! Remember, I'm a doctor by profession! A doctor who saves lives!"

Although Qin Duan swore an oath, even if there was no such thing as peeling, Wen Tianxiang would not believe that he was a doctor when he looked at his young face.

Zhao Mengqi looked at Wen Tianxiang's shocked and uncertain appearance, so he explained, "Song Rui, he is really a doctor, or his uncle's chief surgeon, whether his uncle can be cured or not, the key is still up to him."

Immediately, in front of Wen Tianxiang, he explained the treatment plan to Qin Xuan, "After the laparotomy, if it is confirmed that it is a vermiform lesion, it will be removed, if not, let's think of countermeasures......

These words made Wen Tianxiang's heart twitch.

Good fellow, you want to break people's stomachs open and find a sick place to cut them off?

Is there such a cure?

And after the stomach is opened, if you guess the wrong location of the lesion, you have to think of another strategy?

It sounds very unreliable, and it is even more embarrassing to let an executioner who is less than twenty years old treat the disease......

But is there any other way?

Wen Tianxiang's mind was confused, although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, but at the moment, he could really only be a dead horse and a live horse doctor.

More than 30 people were busy in the small courtyard, setting up the mobile operating room and doing it in an orderly manner

Prepare for work.

Wen Yi was completely handed over to the medical team for disposal, and Wen Zeng's family took the three sisters of the Wen family and a few servants to wear them in the wing, watching the busyness in the courtyard worriedly.

Liu Yishou, Physician Chu and their entourage were all invited out of the courtyard, but they did not leave, but crowded into the crowd of onlookers and waited for a result.

When a late melon eater saw this very unusual scene in the courtyard, he asked curiously, "Isn't it the Zhuang Yuanlang family who lives here?" Why so many strangers? What happened to those who tore down the walls and built houses?"

"I heard that Wen Zhuangyuan's father was seriously ill, so the imperial court sent someone to treat him, and it seems that the imperial doctors have come to five or six."

"Yikes! Really fake, five or six imperial doctors? It turns out that being a champion has such a big benefit......

"Tsk, no wonder there is a golden house in the book, and the champion's father has so many imperial doctors to serve him when he is sick, and the great disaster can be cured!"

Listening to the discussion, Liu Yishou couldn't help but say loudly, "No matter what nonsense, who said that the imperial doctor would definitely be able to cure the disease? Do you know what Father Wen's illness is? It's a carbuncle that drags on for a long time! It's colic! is already terminally ill, the old man Liu can't do anything with one hand, who else can be cured!?"

Liu Yishou is still very famous among the people, and as soon as he said this, the people who eat melons naturally favored him.

"Divine Doctor Liu can't cure it, so isn't half of his foot in the Hades Palace?"

"Yes, yes, Liu Shen's treatment of the viscera is the best in the world, many diseases that even the imperial doctor couldn't do before, they were all cured of him, I don't believe there is anyone who can be better than him."

"And what are these people tossing? It's better to prepare for the future."

"Who made the family give birth to a Wenqu star, the court has to do something......

Seeing that public opinion had turned around, Liu Yishou was very satisfied with his influence, and asked his entourage to find tables and chairs, put food and tea on the table, and prepare to wait here, waiting for the moment to verify his statement.

The disturbance outside did not affect the work in the hospital, and soon Wenyi's body was cleaned, anesthetized, and sent to the operating room.

Zhao Mengqi and the restless Wen Tianxiang waited in the house together, and then Qin Duan's assistant came in to report.

"Your Highness, it has been experienced that the patient is a natural type of blood, according to the regulations, the medical team personnel cannot donate blood unless they have to, but you didn't bring many guards this time, only three people meet the requirements, if the operation does not go well, the blood supply may not be enough, do you think you will transfer someone over?"

Before Zhao Mengqi could respond, Wen Tianxiang, who was too nervous, was surprised, "Blood supply? What is this?"

"The surgery involves cutting open the human body, and it is difficult to avoid blood loss, so it is necessary to replenish the blood of the patient according to the need." Zhao Mengqi explained casually, and then said to his assistant, "I'll arrange it, well, collect my blood first, so it's enough to wait for someone to come."

Although Wen Tianxiang still didn't understand the reason, he roughly understood what was going on, "Your Highness, this can't be helped, since it is my father who wants to use blood, it should be taken from me, who is a son!"

"Don't make a fuss, although it's your own father, your blood type may not be the same as his, and even if it's the same, there is a limit to how much blood each person can donate...... Okay, okay, I'll give you a blood test too, but it won't affect the use of my blood."

Subsequently, after four tubes of blood were drawn from Zhao Mengqi's body, Wen Tianxiang's blood test results came out, but the results were heaven and earth type, which was not suitable.

At this time, the needle used to draw blood has been made relatively large, and one tube is about 100 milliliters.

Looking at the four tubes containing the blood of King Yan, Wen Tianxiang had a complicated mood, "Your Highness, you are ...... Such a great favor cannot be repaid by the minister."

"Hey, my dignified prince, where can I repay you, if you can do more for the people of the world, that is to do your best." Zhao Mengqi didn't take it seriously.

Two and a half hours later, when it was already dark, the room was lit with candles, and the assistant walked in happily with a tray.

"Your Highness, the operation was successful, it was indeed the vermiform that ulcerated and perforated, and it was successfully removed, and now the patient has been re-sutured, and the pulse signs and signs are very stable, this is the tissue that was cut out."

Zhao

Meng Qi casually uncovered the white cloth on the tray, and a fishy rotten breath wafted out, and there was a section of blood-stained, swollen and ulcerated intestines on the plate.

This shocking object made Wen Tianxiang's scalp tingle, "This was taken out of my father's body?!? How did it break like this?"

Zhao Mengqi covered the white cloth and handed the tray to Wen Tianxiang, "For you, it can be regarded as returning the object to its original owner, but this thing has a filthy virus, so it is recommended to burn it......

Holding the tray, Wen Tianxiang was a little at a loss.