"This Young Master Zhao is the Young Master of Li Sui Villa. Perhaps you have never met him before, but his father and I are old acquaintances, and the Ghost Hand Doctor is also familiar with him, so he can naturally be considered one of our own."
Fu Tingxue explained to Mo Jiecheng.
Zhao Runchu still had that warm smile on his face. Compared with Mo Jiecheng's glaring look, he looked more dignified.
Mo Jiecheng felt unhappy when he looked at his appearance. He ground his molars and said, "I know him."
"What I mean is that if just anyone can assist Ji Wanrong in his treatment, then I am highly skilled in martial arts and have amazing strength, right?"
"I am also Ji Wan - one of your own. I can also help with treatment." He cleared his throat.
Ji Wanrong was amused by Mo Jiecheng's words: "Treatment is not about leading troops to fight. Can it be cured with more people?"
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he looked in the direction of Zhao Runchu and said in a bad tone: "Then he, a person with unknown origins, why can he assist in the treatment?"
Ji Wanrong felt the inexplicable hostility in Mo Jiecheng's tone, and couldn't think of the reason. She just felt that he was inexplicable, and she didn't know where in his brain it was.
Zhao Runchu, on the other hand, stood silently. Although he was bullied by Mo Jiecheng, he remained silent and looked depressed.
So Ji Wanrong crossed his arms across his chest and spoke for Zhao Runchu without hesitation: "Mr. Zhao has been studying medicine since he was a child. He is humble and polite. He needs medical skills and etiquette."
"And you -" Ji Wanrong slowly turned his head and met Mo Jiecheng's eyes in the air: "You need to have strong medical skills and strong brains."
As soon as Ji Wanrong said these words, the air suddenly became quiet for a moment, and Mo Jiecheng was stunned.
Why did he feel that Ji Wanrong's words didn't sound like he was praising someone?
Not only was he mocking him, but he was also speaking for Zhao Runchu!
When Mo Jiecheng thought of this, he slowly clenched his hands into fists, and his eyes seemed to be able to shoot out blazing flames.
Just as he was about to speak, his words were interrupted by Fu Tingxue.
"Because Zhao Xing, the owner of Lisui Villa, had a relationship with the ghost-hand doctor more than ten years ago. The man who was treated by the ghost-hand doctor more than ten years ago was a person from Lisui Villa. "
Fu Tingxue curled up her lips and explained to Mo Jiecheng: "So Li Sui Villa still has the tools used by the ghost-hand miracle doctor for treatment, as well as the traditions of treatment. Mr. Zhao has been exposed to these tools since he was a child, so he is the most suitable person in the world." Someone who assists with surgery.”
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he understood what Fu Tingxue meant.
What Fu Tingxue said should be true, so Zhao Runchu, who has been exposed to these tools since childhood, is the best candidate to assist in treatment.
If so, Zhao Runchu's first look at Ji Wanrong's operation will prove that she is a real miracle doctor with ghost hands.
Mo Jiecheng guessed that the Ghost Hand Miracle Doctor was probably a name shared by sects. The Ghost Hand Miracle Doctor more than ten years ago and Ji Wanrong now are not the same person.
But they are from the same school.
Mo Jiecheng could barely accept this explanation, but if so, Ji Wanrong would have even more secrets.
She was obviously just an unpopular legitimate daughter of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion in the past. Not only did she learn medical skills for no reason, she became a little smarter, she was not as vicious as before, and now she was related to the ghost-hand miracle doctor.
Although it still annoyed him.
Mo Jiecheng slowly calmed down and looked at Ji Wanrong again with a frown and a firm tone.
"In this case, I can tolerate irrelevant people, stay with my princess for a while, and assist in the treatment, but I have to guard her in the courtyard!"
Since Mo Jiecheng took the initiative to become a janitor, Ji Wanrong rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
There was a strong smell of alcohol in the yard. It was expected that Zhao Runchu used high-concentration liquor instead of alcohol to disinfect the yard.
So she took out the alcohol from the space and pretended it was from the cloth bag. She gave it to Zhao Runchu and asked him to go to the operating room to disinfect the instruments again.
After deliberately sending Zhao Runchu away, Ji Wanrong took Fu Tingxue to the wing next door.
The wing next door had also been carefully disinfected by Zhao Runchu. It was very spacious. The entrance was blocked by a screen, and behind the screen was a small bed.
It's a very simple layout, with specifications a bit like an operating room.
This was something Ji Wanrong had specifically ordered before.
"I'm going to do a check-up on you before the operation. When you wake up, all your illnesses will be gone."
Ji Wanrong handed the pills he made to her hand. The pills were similar to sleeping pills but would not have any impact on the operation or the human body.
Fu Tingxue nodded as she listened, reached out to take the pill Ji Wanrong handed over, and swallowed it without hesitation. She took off her cloak and then lay down on the bed.
Ji Wanrong knew that the things in his space were difficult to explain, so he waited to confirm that Fu Tingxue was asleep before taking out the syringe from the space and drawing her blood for testing.
They also used the CT scanner in the space to take a picture of her left hand in preparation for surgery.
After confirming that everything was fine and ready for surgery, Ji Wanrong put away the equipment, opened the door and called the doorkeeper standing outside.
Mo Jiecheng straightened his body and stood in a military posture at the door, his face was unhappy, and his legs seemed to be rooted to the ground.
"Mo Jiecheng, come in, disinfect yourself, and then help me carry Hall Master Fu to the next room, so you can prepare for the operation."
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he snorted coldly, "How can you still order this king to do things?"
Although he had a tough mouth, after saying this, he looked up at Ji Wanrong and walked into the house slowly and honestly.
"You just said that if I want medical skills, I only need strength, brain, or strength. Now tell me, do you need my strength?"
He raised his chin slightly as he spoke, looking extremely proud of himself.
The corners of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched. This vengeful man had his eyes set high above his head and didn't like touching other women.
If she hadn't just said that, he would have reluctantly come to help because he was eager to prove himself.
"Need! Need! I made a mistake just now. The treatment happens to require your strength."
Looking for help, Ji Wanrong softened his voice as much as possible.
"Who needs my strength?" Mo Jiecheng's chin was always raised, and his tone was faint when he spoke.
"Fu Tingxue needs it." Ji Wanrong answered truthfully.
"Oh, it turns out Fu Tingxue just needs it, that's all."
Mo Jiecheng was not satisfied with this answer. He turned around and planned to leave.
Ji Wanrong looked at his raised head, and his temples jumped twice: "I need it, it happens to be needed for my surgery."
She tried her best to hold back the anger in her heart.
Mo Jiecheng paused for a moment, then turned to look at her again: "Is it just a coincidence? Just throw it away after use?"
"No, I will need it in the future."
Ji Wanrong's chest rose and fell suddenly, and he stared at him with gritted teeth, every word seemed to come out from between his teeth.
Mo Jiecheng nodded with great satisfaction, raising his head high like a rooster: "Well, let's put it together. Who needs my strength, who needs my strength all their lives? "
