Zhao Mengqi pushed aside Wen Yisun who was standing at the door and stepped into the room.
"What's the use of praying if a mediocre doctor is incompetent!?"
In the room, Wen Tianxiang clasped his hands and bowed to the two doctors. Opposite him, a doctor in his forties or fifties stood up and left his seat, with a look of helpless regret on his face. He must be the one named Chu.
The other man, with white beard and hair, probably in his seventies or eighties, looked very celestial, but he was sitting carelessly on the rose chair with an expression of irritation and disdain.
Seeing Zhao Mengqi suddenly walking in, full of sarcasm, he became even more furious.
"How dare a child with a yellow mouth dare to be so rude!? I have been practicing medicine for fifty years and have saved countless lives. I am famous both inside and outside Lin'an. Even if I claim to be second in the treatment of intestinal carbuncle, no one dares to claim to be first. ! Even when Comrade Xinglin mentioned my name as Liu Yishou, he raised his thumbs in admiration! How dare you call me a quack!?"
Liu Yishou was really angry, his eyes widened in anger, his beard and eyebrows stood up, as if he wanted to rip Zhao Mengqi, who had ruined his reputation, into a sieve.
Zhao Mengqi glanced at him and said calmly, "You can't cure Uncle Wen's minor illness. What is this if he's not a quack doctor!?"
"Haha, a minor illness!? What an ignorant person!" Liu Yishou defended himself sternly to prevent his reputation from being tarnished. "His illness was caused by improper diet, discomfort with cold and temperature, accumulation of dirt and blood, congestion, and long-term depression. Carbuncle is caused by long-term heat and putrefaction. This disease is not difficult to treat. However, previous doctors did not recognize this disease and mistakenly treated it as swelling. They suppressed the symptoms but failed to target the disease and accumulated attacks. It broke out after a long time, and now even the gods are here, there is nothing we can do!"
What Liu Yishou said was that Wenfu's disease was misdiagnosed by previous doctors, so it seemed that his health was getting better, but the real hidden danger became more and more serious, until it suddenly broke out today.
For doctors at this time, reputation and reputation are even more important than life. Wen Tianxiang is the number one scholar in a new field and has a strong influence on the world. If they really question their medical skills, not to say that their reputation will be lost, at least they will Very embarrassed.
Therefore, Dr. Chu also opened his mouth to explain, "This disease is indeed not a trivial matter and can easily be misdiagnosed." Qian Jinfang said, "If a patient suffers from intestinal carbuncle and does not know its symptoms, he will treat it foolishly. If he makes a mistake, he will kill someone." Senior Liu corrected the previous doctor. Wrong, but it was too late. I tried my best to save him. After acupuncture failed, I also prescribed Dahuang Mudan Decoction. However, the patient continued to vomit and could not take the medicine at all. After I prescribed Sansha Decoction and fed it with an exclusive method, But it didn’t work…”
"Okay, no need to say so much. In short, you just don't have the ability to cure it, right?" Zhao Mengqi was a little impatient.
Liu Yishou was furious again, "I have no ability!? What a big joke! Do you have the ability? You can do it!"
Doctor Chu's face also darkened, "Why are you so ignorant? Let me tell you this, neither Senior Liu nor I can cure this disease, and no one else in the world can cure it!"
After hearing these words, Wen Tianxiang seemed 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 this world. As long as uncle is still alive, there will be a way to save him. Please take me to see uncle's condition first. I The doctor you invited has arrived again."
Hearing what Zhao Mengqi said, Wen Tianxiang's eyes lit up with hope, "Your Majesty... Dear brother, my father can really be saved!?"
Zhao Mengqi nodded seriously, "If my uncle's illness is really as I suspected, then the people I called should be able to cure him..."
"Haha, what a shameless statement! Even if you have the ability to invite all the imperial doctors from Hanlin Hospital, you still can't cure this disease!" Liu Yishou squinted and sneered.
Zhao Mengqi ignored him and dragged Wen Tianxiang into the inner room.
As soon as I entered, I felt the air was foul and unpleasant, and then I saw feces with pus and blood in a pottery basin next to the bed. The furnishings and utensils in the room were all messy.
Wen Yi, who was on the bed, shrank her legs and hugged her belly, screaming in pain and her voice was hoarse. Mrs. Wen Zeng sat on the bedside, hurriedly wiping the sweat from his head and face.
Wen Shusun, who was about ten years old, hugged four-year-old Wenshun Sun, and stood at the end of the bed, bewildered and sobbing, but did not dare to make a sound.
Suddenly seeing a stranger come in, the two sisters were shocked. Fortunately, they were
Wen Tianxiang, who was holding him, reassured them a little, "Brother!"
Wen Tianxiang nodded heavily, "Shunniang, Shunniang, you can't help here, so please go out first. Don't worry, Dad will be fine!"
The two sisters were hesitant, and Mrs. Wen Zeng hurriedly raised her head, "Listen to your elder brother and go out first... Brother Yun, both doctors said it can't be cured. Do you have any other ideas?"
"Auntie, baby..." Wen Tianxiang hesitated to speak.
Zhao Mengqi walked to the bedside and smiled reassuringly, "Auntie, don't worry, the imperial doctor is on the way. He will be fine. Let me take a look at uncle's symptoms."
"The imperial doctor!? Did you really invite the imperial doctor?" Wen Zeng looked at Wen Tianxiang in surprise, "Brother Yun, who is this little brother?"
"Really." Wen Tianxiang nodded, paused and then said, "Auntie, this is His Highness Prince Yan."
Mrs. Wen Zeng stood up quickly and saluted in shock, "A commoner woman pays homage to Your Highness."
"Auntie, you don't have to be polite, just treat me as Song Rui's ordinary friend." Zhao Mengqixu helped Wen Zeng and glared at Wen Tianxiang helplessly and reproachfully.
Wen Tianxiang smiled bitterly. Although he promised not to reveal his identity as King Yan, he couldn't lie to his parents.
Wen Zeng became restrained, and Wen Yi on the bed must have heard it, but the severe pain prevented him from making any expression.
Later, Zhao Mengqi inspected Wen Yi's condition, touched his forehead, confirmed that he had a fever, and asked in detail about the onset of the disease.
Then Zhao Mengqi took off Wen Yi's hand holding his stomach, gently pressed his lower right abdomen, and found a hard swelling inside.
"Uncle, has the pain been transferred here?"
Wen Yi gritted his teeth and nodded with difficulty.
Zhao Mengqi was now sixty-seven percent sure, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, the worst case has not occurred, and it can be cured."
Wen Tianxiang was stunned, "Could it be that His Highness is proficient in medical skills!?"
I know shit about medicine, but I had this disease in my past life.
Zhao Mengqi touched his nose and couldn't explain why he didn't understand it, so he could only say vaguely, "I understand a little bit. I probably know how to treat it. I'll just wait for the imperial doctor to come and confirm it."
Mrs. Wen Zeng immediately burst into tears of joy, "Great, great!"
Wen Tianxiang was equally excited and kept worshiping, "Your Highness's kindness will never be forgotten by the Wen family!"
Zhao Mengqi hurriedly supported Wen Tianxiang, "Don't get excited yet. It's not too late to thank him after I really cured my uncle. I guess he will be here soon. Let's go out and have a look."
Seeing the two people coming out so quickly, Liu Yishou laughed and said, "How about this, does this 'little miracle doctor' have any cure for this terminal disease?" "
Zhao Mengqi was too lazy to argue with him. After all, people's opinions are limited by their own knowledge. As the saying goes, a frog in a well cannot talk about the sea, and a summer insect cannot talk about the ice.
In Liu Yishou's world, Wen Yi's illness has been misdiagnosed and delayed to this point. There is really no cure. He just wants to maintain his authority now.
After being ignored, Liu Yishou became even more embarrassed and angry, "Boy, can't you hear me talking to you!? Why don't you answer?"
Zhao Mengqi chuckled, "We don't agree with each other. What can I say to you? You think it can't be cured, but I think it can be cured. Who is right and who is wrong? Can't we just wait for the results?"
Liu Yishou tilted his mouth, blew his beard and glared, "Okay! Okay! Okay! Today I want to see what magical powers you can have. If you really save people, I will worship you as my teacher, Liurentang of the Han family. I will worship you with the gift of my ancestor from generation to generation! But if you lose, you need to apologize to me in public, kneel down and kowtow three times!"
The old man is willing to risk everything to make such a cruel bet.
The so-called apprenticeship does not mean that you want to learn skills, but it almost means calling you daddy. However, the ancients valued human relations and could not recognize your father casually, but the relationship between master and apprentice is not much different from the relationship between father and son.
Zhao Mengqi rolled his eyes, what use would I have for a disciple like you? As for kowtowing, if I dare to kowtow, you must dare to accept it...
But Zhao Mengqi was too lazy to argue with him, "It's up to you."
"Then you have agreed to the bet. With so many people witnessing it, don't even think about denying it..." Liu
I thought I had a plan and hurriedly finalized it.
At this time, there was a noise in the hospital, and five or six people carrying medicine boxes ran in, "Where is the patient?"
Liu Yishou looked at the sound and was a little dumbfounded, "Mr. Bai? Dr. Feng? Dr. Xu? Dr. Li... you... why are you all here?"
Niang Xipi, even if the prince is sick, there won’t be such a big battle, right?
Although the Wen family has a champion, it is far from enough for the imperial court to mobilize troops like this!
"Come with me."
Zhao Mengqi called out softly, and the six imperial doctors followed him into the inner room without even looking at Liu Yishou.
This made Liu Yishou embarrassed and shocked, but he still didn't panic in his heart. A terminal illness is a terminal illness, and even if all the famous doctors from all over the world are invited, there will be nothing!
After entering, the imperial doctors didn't waste any time and immediately took turns to treat patients, showing great seriousness.
Less than half an hour passed, and after the consultation, Dr. Bai reported to Zhao Mengqi, "Your Highness, the patient diagnosed by me is intestinal carbuncle, and it is very likely that it is a vermicular carbuncle... If it were one day in the morning, the treatment would not be difficult, but at this time The lesions have become ulcerated and perforated, and it is difficult to cure them with medicine or stone. I’m afraid..."
The meaning was similar to what Liu Yishou Langzhong said, but Zhao Mengqi was determined and waved his hand, "Since medicine and stone are difficult to cure, then surgery to remove the lesion will be enough..."
"This? Isn't it too risky?" Doctor Bai hesitated.
Although he is too old to learn surgical techniques, he is quite knowledgeable about surgery.
For such abdominal lesions, surgical treatment was not unavailable before this time. For example, the "Treatise on the Causes and Symptoms of Diseases" that appeared in the Sui Dynasty recorded in detail the steps and techniques of intestinal anastomosis surgery.
However, it is limited by technology and environment, and it is easy to produce bad consequences. Generally, it has to be used only when treating a dead horse as a living horse.
Zhao Mengqi smacked his lips, "How can we save people without taking this risk?"
"Well, Your Highness is right." Doctor Bai changed his mind, "Although removing some organs will definitely have some effects, it can be considered a last resort."
"If it is really a lumbrical process disease, it will be fine if it is removed. You should quickly discuss the follow-up treatment plan after the operation." Zhao Mengqi ordered.
Lumbricus is what the ancients called the appendix. Didn't later generations treat appendicitis with one knife?
In fact, if misdiagnosis does not delay the condition, traditional Chinese medicine and internal medicine methods can definitely cure it. ..
As he said this, two large carriages arrived outside the small courtyard. Because the entrance was too small, Wu Qiong, Geng Zhi and others were demolishing the courtyard wall, attracting surrounding residents to come and watch.
When Qin Duan appeared in front of Wen Tianxiang, he was scared to death.
"Aren't you the executioner who skinned people? You...why did you come to my house!?"
Qin Duan scratched his face and said angrily, "I'm not an executioner! No! Please remember, my job is a doctor! A doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded!"
Although Qin Duan swore, even if there was no skinning, Wen Tianxiang would not believe that he was a doctor when he looked at his ridiculously young face.
Seeing Wen Tianxiang's confused look, Zhao Mengqi explained, "Song Rui, he is really a doctor, and he is also my uncle's surgeon. Whether my uncle can be cured or not depends on him."
Then in front of Wen Tianxiang, he explained the treatment plan to Qin Duan, "After the laparotomy, if it is confirmed that it is a lumbrical process disease, it will be removed. If not, we will think of countermeasures..."
These words made Wen Tianxiang's heart tremble.
Good guy, you want to open a person's stomach and then find the sick part and cut it off?
Is there such a cure?
And after opening the stomach, if you guess the wrong location of the lesion, do you have to think of another solution?
Why does it sound so unreliable, and it is even more disturbing to have an executioner who is less than twenty years old treat the disease...
But, is there any other way?
Wen Tianxiang was confused. Although he really didn't want to admit it, he could only treat a dead horse as a live doctor at the moment.
More than 30 people were busy in the small hospital, setting up the mobile operating room and making preparations in an orderly manner.
Preparation work.
Wen Yi was completely handed over to the medical team. Mrs. Wen Zeng, the three sisters of the Wen family and several servants were all in the side room, watching the busy work in the yard worriedly.
Liu Yishou, Dr. Chu and their entourage were all invited out of the courtyard, but they did not leave. Instead, they crowded in the crowd of onlookers and waited for the result.
Some melon eaters who came late saw this very unusual scene in the yard and asked curiously, "Isn't the Zhuangyuanlang family living here? Why are there so many strangers? They are tearing down walls and building houses. What happened? Already?"
"I heard that Wen Zhuangyuan's father was seriously ill, so the imperial court sent people to treat him. It seems that five or six imperial doctors came."
"Ah! Really or not, five or six imperial doctors? It turns out that being the number one scholar has such great benefits..."
"Tsk tsk, no wonder it is said that there is a golden house in the book. When the father of the number one scholar is sick, there are so many imperial doctors to take care of him. Even serious disasters can be cured!"
Listening to the discussion, Liu Yishou couldn't help but said loudly, "It's nonsense. Who said that imperial doctors can definitely cure the disease? Do you know what Wen's father's disease is? It's intestinal carbuncle that has been delayed for a long time! It's intestinal syndrome! It's already gone. I am extremely ill and I can’t do anything about it, who else can cure me!?”
Liu Yishou is still very famous among the people. When he said this, the people who eat melon naturally turned to him.
"If Doctor Liu can't cure it, wouldn't it mean that half of his feet have stepped into the Palace of Hell?"
"Yes, yes, Divine Doctor Liu is unparalleled in the world in his ability to treat internal organs. In the past, he cured many diseases that even imperial doctors could not cure. I don't believe there is anyone who can be better than him."
"Then why are these people bothering? They might as well prepare for the funeral."
"Who gave birth to a literary star? The court must do something to show it..."
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 them, and prepare to wait here for the moment to verify his statement.
The commotion outside did not affect the work in the hospital. Soon Wenyi was cleaned, anesthetized, and sent to the operating room.
Zhao Mengqi and Wen Tianxiang, who was restless, waited in the room together, and then Qin Duan's assistant came in to report.
"Your Highness, it has been confirmed that the patient has a natural blood type. According to regulations, medical team members cannot donate blood unless it is absolutely necessary. However, you did not bring many guards this time. Only three people meet the requirements. If the operation does not go smoothly, the blood supply may not be enough. You Let’s see if we can send someone over again?”
Before Zhao Mengqi could respond, Wen Tianxiang, who was too nervous, was surprised, "Blood donation? What is this?"
"Surgery involves cutting into the human body, and blood loss is unavoidable, so the patient must be replenished with blood as needed." Zhao Mengqi explained casually, and then said to his assistant, "I will arrange it, um, collect my blood first, that will be enough Wait until someone comes."
Although Wen Tianxiang still didn't understand the reason, he roughly figured out what was going on, "Your Highness, this cannot be done. Since it is my father who wants to use blood, he should take it from my son!"
"Don't make trouble. Although he is your biological father, your blood type may not be the same as his. Even if it is the same, there is a limit to the blood that each person can donate... OK, OK, I will give you a blood test, but it will not affect the use of me. blood."
Subsequently, after four tubes of blood were drawn from Zhao Mengqi, Wen Tianxiang's blood test results came out, but the results were unsuitable for the heaven and earth type.
At this time, the needle tubes used to draw blood have been made relatively large, and one tube is about a hundred milliliters.
Looking at the four tubes containing the blood of King Yan, Wen Tianxiang felt very complicated, "Your Highness, you have such a great kindness. I really can't repay you in return."
"Hey, my majestic crown prince, I don't need you to repay me. If you can do more for the people of the world, then you are doing your best." Zhao Mengqi didn't take it seriously at all.
The operation was carried out nervously. Two and a half hours later, it was already dark, the room was lit with candles, and the assistant walked in happily carrying a tray.
"Your Highness, the operation was successful. The vermis was indeed ulcerated and perforated. It was successfully removed. Now the patient has been sutured again and his pulse and signs are stable. This is the tissue that was removed."
Zhao
Meng Qi casually opened the white cloth on the tray, and a rotten smell spread out. The tray contained a piece of blood-stained, swollen and ulcerated intestines.
This shocking object made Wen Tianxiang's scalp numb, "Did this come from my father's body?!? How could it be so bad?"
Zhao Mengqi covered the white cloth back and handed the tray to Wen Tianxiang, "Here it is, it returns to its original owner. However, this thing contains a filthy virus. It is recommended that it be incinerated..."
Holding the tray, Wen Tianxiang was a little at a loss.
