When the pain is severe, you will sweat profusely and lift your feet unconsciously, hence the name. Accompanied by symptoms of inability to eat and nausea and vomiting.
The imperial doctor tactfully told Xu Qin that the disease could not be cured and he should prepare for his funeral.
Xu Qin couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he looked at the handsome old man who was over seven feet tall. He was now listless and his face was sallow. After all, he is the father of this life.
In my memory, apart from confronting the emperor, he was still very kind to his son.
The old handsome boy looked at him with eyes full of anger and love. Probably the dying man is worried about his son's future.
The look from an old father made him feel a little disturbed.
Originally there was nothing he could do, since he was not a doctor after all. But he always felt that the disease looked familiar. After asking about the symptoms, he touched his belly.
"Isn't this appendicitis? What kind of terminal illness can it kill people?" Xu Qinxin said.
Isn't this imperial doctor sent by the emperor to kill someone on purpose? It's just appendicitis, it's not like I haven't had it done before.
After one stabbing, he was out of bed in three days.
But then I thought about it, it’s really a terminal disease, and we don’t have the conditions for surgery at this time. General trauma can also be operated on. But this kind of operation on the intestines is probably something that most doctors have never done.
"Master, if you die, I don't want to live anymore." A woman in her forties held the old handsome man's hand and cried.
The crying Xu Qin was upset. You cry before the person dies. If you die, you will be buried with him. He thought viciously.
"Father, I know a way to treat it by cutting open the belly, but it might take a gamble."
Xu Qin decided to express his thoughts. Just because he had never done it before did not mean he could not do it. He was just waiting to die.
In this Ming Dynasty, if Chengzu wanted to live well, he had to have someone to take care of him. Who can take better care of yourself than your biological father? If there is hope, always give it a try.
"How sure are you?" Xu Huizu asked in a weak voice.
"50% sure." Xu Qin thought for a moment and stretched out a hand.
"Haha, I'm not sure if I can achieve five goals. I'm betting my life on God. Is that what you mean?" Xu Huizu was unambiguous and his mind was very clear.
Xu Qin didn't expect him to be so understanding, but he was actually a little sure of it. I had been cut in my previous life, so I frequently looked up information on the Internet, and there were pictures and procedures.
But the specific operation depends on the surgical doctor, and it is 100% nonsense to let the surgeon do it himself.
Whether there will be infection after the surgery depends on God. Infection is a death, and there are no antibiotics in this day and age.
"Then cut it off! I will personally write a memorial to His Majesty, and you can write down the treatment process." Xu Huizu struggled and said.
"Master, why do you believe him? Didn't you say that you are not sure of achieving five goals?" The woman was shocked, feeling that neither father nor son was normal.
"Of course I'm not sure about 50%, but I can still gamble. The imperial doctor was helpless and was waiting to die. I, Xu Huizu, have been dealing with swords all my life. It is better to die under swords than to die on the bed."
Xu Huizu said openly. Jingnan didn't even die, and he is no different from being dead now. If you survive, you will earn it.
"Father, why do you need to write a memorial to treat a disease? Do you need to ask the emperor for instructions?" Xu Qin was confused. The minister wanted to ask for instructions when he was seeing a doctor?
"Without learning or skills, this is the way of a monarch. I am also protecting you. If your father has any shortcomings, you will not be blamed." At this time, Xu Miaojin came in.
The woman seemed a little afraid of this aunt and didn't dare to cry anymore. Xu Miaojin helped Xu Huizu write a memorial. Xu Qin wrote down how to treat it and sent it to the palace that day.
When the memorial arrived at the palace, Zhu Di was staring at Xia Yuanji.
"It's just a chessboard of wheat grains, and you actually said that I can't afford it. Don't you, the Minister of Household Affairs, know how to count?" Zhu Di was confused and deeply doubted whether his ministers were doing it for free.
"Your Majesty, I thought so at first. But my subordinates told me that they can't afford it. Don't say you can't afford it. Even if you add up all the wheat and rice from all dynasties, you probably can't afford it."
Xia Yuanji held the chessboard and did not dare to look at the emperor.
"Tell me clearly, what's going on?" Zhu Di didn't believe it.
Xia Yuanji didn't use any special method, he just took out a stack of paper and gave it to him. Zhu Di looked at each one, and each one was the calculation result of a grid.
Zhu Di frowned when he saw the thirtieth picture, feeling that his heart couldn't bear it.
Turning directly to the last one, his heart and hands trembled when he saw the number. That number converted grains of wheat into pounds. More than 400 billion kilograms of grain, this number is so dazzling.
"How much is our annual wheat harvest in the Ming Dynasty?" Zhu Di asked Xia Yuanji in a low voice.
"I've done the math. All the grain is included, and it's only 300 million catties. This is still the people eating nothing." Xia Yuanji said bitterly.
"A chessboard can hold so much food? It will take hundreds of years to grow it in the Ming Dynasty?" Zhu Di was shocked, and he realized that he had been fooled.
All the smugness was just a slap in the face, and it felt very unpleasant to be deceived by my sister-in-law.
He really didn't expect that a small chessboard would require so much food. How can I face my sister-in-law now?
"Your Majesty, it's not a few hundred years, it's about a thousand years. I've included the increase in production." Xia Yuanji lowered his head and sighed.
"A thousand years, will there still be a Ming Dynasty in a thousand years?" Zhu Di angrily threw the paper in his hand all over the sky.
If you want to marry a sister-in-law, you have to wait a thousand years, what's the point?
Whoever dares to answer this question will have his head beheaded if he says it is not possible.
Everyone knows that long live and long life are deceptive auspicious words, but no one dares to say that the Ming Dynasty will disappear in a few hundred years. Your Majesty, you will only live to be sixty or seventy years old.
That was the old birthday girl hanging himself, having had enough of life.
"What does your Majesty need so much food for?" Xia Yuanji asked curiously.
"I'm free, okay?" Zhu Di slapped the table and became angry. He would get angry with anyone who mentioned the chessboard and wheat grains to him again.
At this time.
"Your Majesty, this is a memorial from Duke Wei." The young eunuch carefully sent it over.
Zhu Di glared, why is it this Wei Guogong again, why does he want to see what he is going through?
When he opened the memorial, he was stunned. It turned out to be a memorial asking the Tai Hospital to send someone to treat him.
The stomach needs to be cut open, the necrotic intestinal carbuncle removed, and then the intestines and stomach are sewn together like clothes.
"It's just nonsense and has never been heard of before." Zhu Di cursed in his heart while holding the memorial. But there is a stack of paper attached to the memorial.
When I opened it, I saw that it was full of pictures, which were very detailed.
It is the entire treatment process, including how to incise the abdomen, how many layers to cut, where the necrotic intestines are, how to suture after the incision, and how to remove the tube.
and a list of items that need to be prepared. Zhu Di felt that it was not deliberately seeking death, but that it was really like that.
"Pass the imperial doctor's message." Zhu Di said cautiously.
Zhu Di was consulting the imperial physician, and Xu Qin was preparing for the operation. The first thing is to collect all the wine from the whole family and then distill it to reach the maximum concentration of alcohol.
The Duke of Wei's mansion has been overflowing with wine these days, and just smelling it makes me want to get drunk.
The second thing is to choose a small room facing the sun, a very small room, and paste the interior with silver. All the silversmiths in Nanjing City were invited to focus on building this room.
There was no sterile operating room, so the only antibacterial thing Xu Qin could think of was silver. One hundred thousand taels of silver were spent at once, and it was all snowflake silver. The fewer impurities, the better.
"Master, our wine is 70% short, and the silverware is melted. He is not treating the disease, but ruining the family." The woman continued to cry to Xu Huizu.
Xu Huizu held the cup and smelled the alcohol inside. It's spicy and pungent, but I've never tasted such a strong drink. If it weren't for the imperial doctor's refusal, he would really like to try how it tastes.
"I kind of believe him now, otherwise it wouldn't be more pleasant to spend it with money. Who did he learn from?" Xu Huizu was a little doubtful.
After everything was settled, more than twenty people with gray beards came to the Imperial Hospital. The imperial doctor was performing the surgery himself, and another surgical master was working as an assistant.
This lineup is simply a heavenly group of imperial doctors, representing the highest medical level in the Ming Dynasty. If it doesn't work, it's life.
The Silver House has been disinfected with heat and alcohol many times, and mirrors are used to reflect sunlight every day. Be as sterile as possible.
Before the imperial doctor and the surgical master went in, they wiped their entire bodies with alcohol. Finally, I put on clothes that had been steamed several times and deerskin gloves.
Xu Qin even prepared a few blood transfusions at any time. There is no way to know the blood type these days, just finding a few close relatives is enough.
What should I do if I lose the wrong blood type? There is no choice but to wait for death.
The imperial physician Zheng and the surgical expert were both shocked when they entered. The entire room was plated with silver, and anyone who saw it would be shocked. Although it's just silver.
Then the copper mirror is used to reflect the sunlight, without any shadows or blind spots. What a fantastic idea.
After adding Ma Fei powder and strong wine, Xu Huizu fell asleep directly. The imperial doctor and the surgical master began to operate.
An hour and a half later, the operation was over. When the two old men came out, they were soaked with sweat. Their disciples and disciples hurried over to help them.
The two took out a plate, which contained a piece of intestine as big as a thumb, which was necrotic and smelly. Xu Qin looked disgusted, but the hospital took him as his treasure. He even asked a eunuch waiting outside to send it back to His Majesty.
"If the wound heals well, you will see the results within half a month." The imperial doctor said cautiously.
Xu Qin knew that the next step was gambling. The house was immediately surrounded by steamed linen cloth, and no outsiders were allowed to approach.
Anyone who goes in to deliver food must be disinfected with alcohol. Even the imperial doctor was not allowed in.
After taking care of her for half a month, Xu Huizu couldn't bear it anymore and forced himself out of the house.
"You still let me lie down with this small wound. I was not like this when I was chopped with a mountain ax on the battlefield. I want to eat meat, I want to drink, I don't want to sit in a jail, and you, get out of here... …”
Xu Huizu pointed at Xu Qin who was blocking the road and cursed, full of anger. Apart from losing a little weight, my face looks much better than when I got sick.
"Dad, do we have any money hidden in our family? If we pay off the debts of those families, we can live a peaceful life." Xu Qinli stopped his father who was in a hurry to eat meat and drink wine and said.
Since debt cannot be avoided, it is better to get out sooner than later. My body is almost healed, and the four beauties are still waiting for me.
"You still dare to say that you are not allowed to fool around, but you are fooling around. If you are not given money, you will borrow money to fool around. The oiran in Nanjing City has asked you to do everything, buy Korean maids, and gamble. Anyone who dares to lend you money will do so. Take it, why didn’t I kill you with four hundred thousand taels?”
As he spoke, Wei Guogong raised his hands and gritted his teeth. Xu Qin jumped back in fright and ran away quickly.
"Du Miao, dad, if you kill me, you will lose your incense. Promise, promise not to mess around again in the future. I know I was wrong." Xu Qin said quickly.
The slap didn't fall after all, just a cold snort.
"It's good that you know you're wrong. To be honest with you, our family doesn't have that much money. When your grandfather was alive, he took care of his family and didn't save any money. I...I..."
Duke Guo of Wei could not continue talking. Xu Qinxin said, are you embarrassed to say it? It would be nice to go against the emperor and not confiscate the property. The dignified government can't even come up with hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. It's a shame.
"Dad, you have recovered from your illness. Why don't you go to your aunt's mausoleum and cry, and we will save more than 400,000..." Xu Qin said his most important purpose.
"Haha, you pooped yourself, wipe it off yourself, I will cry sooner or later, but not now..." Xu Huizu said with a cold snort.
What is the situation? What is the vision of the old father as promised? Will he become an old scoundrel? Liars, they are all liars, if I had known...
If he had known earlier, he probably would have been saved.
