After the three of them agreed, they left the attic. The two of them took a carriage, while Mo Jiecheng rode a horse.
The three of them were going to the yard that Fu Tingxue had prepared.
Fu Tingxue's carriage was also dark, maintaining Fu Tingxue's usual style. Sitting inside, it was so dark that you couldn't even see your fingers.
The most valuable thing is that it is comfortable. Even after going through a bumpy road, there is no vibration. It is probably because I spent a lot of money.
Ji Wanrong sat next to Fu Tingxue and felt that she smelled delicious.
The last time she came to Miaoshou Hall, she carefully studied the condition of Fu Tingxue's six fingers before agreeing to treat him.
Hexadactyl deformity is mostly common in modern times, and surgical excision is the only treatment method.
The difficulty of surgery also varies according to the degree of deformity of the finger.
In simple terms, the wound only needs to be sutured immediately after resection of the base of the redundant finger; in more complex cases, tendon transposition and joint capsule reconstruction are required.
Fu Tingxue's extra finger was born at the joint and required joint correction.
In addition, in ancient times, there were no antibiotics, sterile environment, or anesthetics. Forcible removal would most likely result in death. Therefore, we endured the criticism of the world and waited hard for the so-called "magic doctor with ghost hands."
Ji Wanrong suddenly reacted as she thought about the anesthetic in her own space.
That's it, fast for eight to ten hours before injecting the anesthetic!
She did not agree on the time for the operation with Fu Tingxue in advance, nor did she tell her in advance that she could not eat.
Ji Wanrong turned his head quickly and looked at her: "We can't perform the operation today. We need to fast for four hours before the operation."
After staying in ancient times for several months, Ji Wanrong was a little annoyed that he had lost the sensitivity that a doctor should have and did not discover the problem on the spot.
When Fu Tingxue heard this, she suddenly laughed.
The curved red lips, flamboyant and wanton, were looming in the dark carriage.
Ji Wanrong was startled, but then he heard Fu Tingxue say: "I know, I have already made plans. I have been fasting for five hours for today's surgery."
Ji Wanrong's heart skipped a beat: "I remember I never mentioned this to you before. How did you know about it?"
Fu Tingxue lowered her eyes, as if reminiscing about the past: "Because of the miraculous doctor with ghost hands. He once performed an operation. I remember it very clearly. I was only eighteen at that time."
The former magic doctor with ghost hands also performed an operation?
Ji Wanrong was shocked. She had heard about the name of the Miracle Doctor with Ghost Hands in the past, and suspected that the so-called "Miracle Doctor with Ghost Hands" was a master of traditional Chinese medicine who was proficient in traditional Chinese medicine. The rumors exaggerated the results, which led to such a miraculous name.
But when she heard names like "fasting" and "surgery" from Fu Tingxue, a vague guess emerged in her mind.
A terrifying guess that also surprised her.
"What kind of surgery did the former Miracle Doctor with Ghost Hands perform? Did he tell you to fast before the surgery?" Ji Wanrong asked hurriedly.
Fu Tingxue turned her head and looked at Ji Wanrong for a long time before nodding: "Yes, the rumors are not alarmist. I witnessed with my own eyes that the ghost-hand doctor cured a man with two heads and made him return to normal. A normal person.”
Ji Wanrong's expression became even more horrified at this moment.
Healing a man with two ends, is this really true?
Even relying on the modern treatment environment, the risks of this operation are top-notch, and the patient has to risk a very high probability of death.
If Ji Wanrong were to do so now, given the current surgical conditions in his own space, he would not dare to easily agree to undergo treatment before he was fully prepared.
Unless that person has more high-end equipment than her, or has better medical skills than her.
No wonder they are more willing to believe that the former doctor was a "ghost" rather than a human being.
"The Miracle Doctor with the Ghost Hand said that my hand is not a heretic sent from heaven, but is sick and can be cured. I am not a disaster star, let alone a ghost. He will not put my life in any danger, so I believe it."
When Fu Tingxue recounted all this, her voice was soft.
Ji Wanrong looked at Fu Tingxue with burning eyes, "You have seen the ghost-hand miracle doctor before, so why did you think that I was the ghost-hand miracle doctor you were looking for when you first saw me?"
Light shone through the black curtains. Fu Tingxue turned her head when she heard the words, and Ji Wanrong saw the tears shining in her eyes and the enthusiasm like fire.
"Because he told me that if one day he disappears without a trace, I don't have to panic, because one day he will definitely appear again. Just because of his words, I kept waiting and kept waiting. Waiting, finally - waiting for you."
When Ji Wanrong heard this, his speculations intensified.
She suspected that besides her, there was another person who had traveled through time and brought a medical space. He appeared in this era and cured the person Fu Tingxue said was a man with two heads and one body. He also met Fu Tingxue.
And that person encountered some kind of crisis, had an accident, and disappeared inexplicably.
"The first time I met you, when I saw the method you used to save Zhao Runchu's epilepsy, I knew that you were a miracle doctor."
"Zhao Runchu's epilepsy is hereditary, and the person the ghost-hand doctor saved more than ten years ago was Zhao Runchu's father, the owner of Lisui Villa, Zhao Xing. And you saved Zhao Xing's son more than ten years later. , tell me, is this God’s will?”
Fu Tingxue suddenly laughed, with tears in her eyes, and a certainty in her eyes, and that kind of certainty was more like a kind of faith.
"The Miracle Doctor with Ghost Hands is a god who came to the world in the form of a mortal. He was once transformed into him, and now he is transformed into you, just to save people like me!"
If it weren't for the words of the ghost-hand miracle doctor, she firmly believed that she was not a monster or an ominous sign, and she might have committed suicide in despair.
Ji Wanrong looked at her like this and admired her very much. An ancient woman could have such a strong sense of belief and run an entire Miaoshou Hall with the reputation of being a heretic.
Ji Wanrong stretched out his hand and held her hand tightly: "Don't worry, no matter whether I am the magic doctor with ghost hands or not, I will definitely cure you today."
Although she was sure that she was not the person Fu Tingxue said.
Feeling the temperature in his palms, he raised his head and glanced out of the carriage window, then stood next to Ji Wanrong and said softly: "But I lied to King Han."
"Although I have never seen the ghost-hand miracle doctor more than ten years ago, listening to his voice and looking at his figure, I guessed that he turned into a man. But this matter is mysterious and mysterious. I'm afraid that King Han won't believe you. , and told him that the magic doctor with ghost hands is a woman."
Ji Wanrong thought of Mo Jiecheng's disheveled face when he first met him, and couldn't help but chuckle softly: "He is just stupid."
Mo Jiecheng, who was riding a tall horse and following the carriage, sneezed several times in a row for some reason.
He rubbed his nose and raised his head, and saw the house Fu Tingxue bought from a distance.
The house Fu Tingxue bought was very spacious and located in a sparsely populated area. There were no one to disturb it and it was very quiet.
But at this moment, the door to the courtyard was open, and there seemed to be no servants guarding the two doorways.
Mo Jiecheng frowned slightly.
When the carriage slowly stopped, Mo Jiecheng got off the horse and spoke to Ji Wanrong and Fu Tingxue who had got off the carriage.
"The door of the house is wide open, and there are no servants inside. I am afraid that there is something strange in this house."
When Fu Tingxue heard this, she followed Mo Jiecheng's gaze and looked into the distance, and then smiled slightly.
"It's okay. The person inside is one of our own, and the Ghost Hand Miracle Doctor also knows him. He is probably disinfecting the entire house now."
disinfect?
Mo Jiecheng frowned, but Ji Wanrong's eyes lit up slightly.
She was also a little curious, who was the "own person" Fu Tingxue mentioned?
Not only do you know how to disinfect the house, but you also know how to open the doors and windows during disinfection to prevent inhalation and damage to the respiratory tract.
Just as Ji Wanrong was thinking about it, he saw a figure in the courtyard who heard the movement outside and came out with a smile. His voice was clear and sweet.
"Wan Rong, Hall Master Fu... you are finally here!"
"Hey, there's this guy-"
Zhao Runchu paused hurriedly mid-sentence, and the sincere smile on his face instantly dropped: "His Royal Highness, King Han? His Highness, King Han, why are you here?"
Mo Jiecheng naturally saw Zhao Runchu's attitude. The corner of his mouth twitched suddenly, and then he became furious.
"One of our own?! This Zhao Runchu is the one of our own that Hall Master Fu mentioned?! One of our own who can treat Ji Wanrong together??"
The eyes of Mojie City are about to burst.
