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"Moge, don't get excited. Here is the best doctor in the Qing Dynasty. He can definitely cure you!" the emperor comforted.

Although the emperor said this, he felt uneasy in his heart. No one could accept that a tribal leader had lost his arms and became a cripple.

"No, Emperor Qing, please kill me immediately.

The Han people have a saying: Eighteen years later, I will be a hero again!

I am not as skilled as others, and I deserve to have my arm broken."

Mog was almost crazy, he couldn't accept the pain of losing his arm.

The imperial doctors were helpless in the face of Mog's injuries, and Mog himself refused to cooperate with the treatment. He stubbornly insisted on his own ideas and did not care about his wounds.

At this moment, a shocking scene happened: Mog suddenly tore off his left arm that had just been bandaged with his right hand. The wound that had been treated instantly broke again, and blood gushed out like a fountain!

The severe pain made Mog's face hideous. He did not even scream. He said with difficulty:

"Let me die! I'd rather die than lose my arm!"

The emperor and Guo Jun were very anxious. If Moge died, there were still 400,000 troops outside Yanming Pass. If they attacked the capital under the banner of revenge for Moge, the consequences would be disastrous.

Shen Meimei knew that time was urgent, she looked at the emperor and said:

"Your Majesty, I have a way to reattach Moge's arm. We can't waste any more time. Once we miss the best time, this arm will be useless!"

Some imperial doctors standing nearby exclaimed in horror!

"Replacing an arm? How is that possible? I have never heard of it before!"

"Your Majesty, this arm has been cut off, how can it be reattached?"

"Yes, if the wound is not treated properly, not only will the arm be lost, but even the life will be in danger!"

Several old doctors stared at the emperor with disbelief.

The emperor looked at Doctor Wen and asked:

"Doctor Wen, you are an excellent doctor, what do you think of arm transplantation?"

"Your humble servant..." Doctor Wen was about to speak, but Shen Meimei immediately interrupted him and said:

"Your Majesty, I can reattach this broken arm, but the process will be painful, after all, it requires suturing surgery!"

When Mog heard that there was still hope for his arm to be reattached, he immediately sat up from the bed and said excitedly:

"Empress Hui, please perform the surgery on me. I want my own arm. No matter how painful the process is, I can endure it!"

The emperor was still hesitating, for he was worried that the operation would fail and cost Mog's life.

Doctor Wen saw that Shen Meimei spoke so confidently. Although he was not sure in his heart, he believed that Shen Meimei would not say that for no reason.

So he said firmly to the emperor:

"Your Majesty, I believe that Concubine Hui can definitely fix Mog Khan's arm. Why not give it a try?"

Prince Guo also echoed:

"Brother, now that things have come to this, why not give it a try!"

Seeing that the emperor was still hesitating, Moge almost begged the emperor, "Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, if Concubine Hui can cure my arm, from now on, I, Moge, will lead the Junggar tribe to submit to the Qing Dynasty, and I will never break my promise!"

When Shen Meimei heard this, she thought it was a great thing that as long as the arm could be reattached, the loss of lives could be avoided.

She immediately persuaded the emperor:

"Your Majesty, please bring paper and pen immediately, record Mog's words, and have Mog Khan sign. From now on, Junggar is part of the Qing Dynasty, and we will always be brothers. I will arrange surgery for Mog immediately!"

The emperor had no choice but to nod in agreement and ordered Su Peisheng to prepare paper and pen to write down everything Moge had just said word for word.

After Su Peisheng finished writing, he showed it to Moge, waited for the other party to confirm, and then asked Moge to sign and fingerprint with his right hand.