Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 569 The biggest secret in the palace

  Wen Yansheng is a qualified Boya.

  As soon as he heard that Fang Jifan and the crown prince were hungry, he happily went to cook for himself.

  Wen Yansheng's Thirteen Fragrances are already on sale, and there is not much production in the early stage. The main focus is on wealthy households in central Beijing, and the sales are actually pretty good.

   After all, this is a magical land where people depend on food, and people are willing to spend money on food.

   After eating and drinking enough, Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao went to Jamsil.

  Here, already tied to the operating table.

   is a young man.

  He is here for treatment.

   Of course, the above is nonsense.

  Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan are still people with conscience after all, and they will not just find someone on the street to cut their waists. Morality has always been the bottom line that Fang Jifan insists on. If a person loses morality, what is the difference from a beast? The reason why human beings are different from animals is rare; the common people go away, and the gentleman keeps it. Shun understands common things, observes human relations, acts from benevolence and righteousness, and does not practice benevolence and righteousness.

   But the man obviously regretted it a bit. Although he was seriously ill, he was lied to and said that he could be cured and the root cause of the disease could be eradicated forever.

  But... when he came to Xishan, he was stripped of his clothes and tied to the operating table.

  This is not healing, it is kidnapping.

   This burly man was crying, crying so loudly.

   Seeing two masked men come in, with a knife in their hand, he howled, "I'm not going to be cured, I want to go home."

   Behind the goggles, Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao looked at each other.

   There are too many such patients, and there are too many people who shy away from medical treatment.

  So, without hesitation, Fang Jifan found a piece of gauze and blocked his mouth.

  So, the world is quiet.

  The man had tears in his eyes.

  Fang Jifan glanced at Su Yue who was in charge of the preoperative work: "Drink the stinky pockmark soup?"

   "Drink it."

   "Then wait."

  Zhu Houzhao relaxed and put down the scalpel: "Old Fang, the kidney at noon tastes good."

   "Yeah, I didn't expect the soup from the kidney to taste so good." Fang Jifan agreed.

   "It would be great if I had this kidney soup every day." Zhu Houzhao said with emotion: "The emperor doesn't want to do it."

  Fang Jifan said: "Your Highness, be careful with your words."

   "Be careful, there are no outsiders here, so don't be afraid if there are outsiders. Go ahead and file a complaint. You can't beat him to death." Zhu Hou coaxed coquettishly.

  Fang Jifan didn't want to continue entangled in this issue, he took a look at the trembling man on the operating table, he was peeled clean, like a shelled egg.

  As a doctor and a doctor with a benevolent heart, Fang Jifan always feels that some lengthy things are a bit of an eyesore, and he wants to cut everything he sees.

  The man's pupils constricted, and he was still struggling at first, but then he became even more excited, like crazy, and trembling all over his body. The mouth stuffed with gauze made a whimpering sound.

   Of course, these dissonant voices are automatically ignored.

  All of a sudden...Fang Jifan's body shook.

  Maybe…

   It is true that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is infertile.

  History has proved that Zhu Houzhao now has no children.

   Logically speaking, at Zhu Houzhao's age, the royal family should have had children long ago.

   There are many reasons for this infertility.

  Some are congenital, called Tianjiao. When encountering this kind, there is nothing to say.

   There is still a lot of life, which belongs to that kind of inspection is normal, but the only thing is that they can't give birth.

  Which one is Zhu Houzhao?

   There are different opinions about this, but no one can tell why.

  And now...Fang Jifan suddenly realized that he had found something interesting.

  Fang Jifan stared at Zhu Houzhao, could it be... because of this?

  In this era, although many people love cleanliness, Zhu Houzhao is definitely not a person who pays attention to hygiene, and because of some places...it is not impossible.

   "What are you doing looking at me?"

  Fang Jifan was silent for a long time, he had a feeling of discovering a new world.

   From another perspective, if the prince is circumcised, then...will he have the possibility of giving birth?

  Of course, at this time, Fang Jifan didn't have the heart to worry about this, he said with a dry smile: "It's nothing, I'm thinking."

   "What are you thinking about?" Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan curiously.

  Fang Jifan said: "If something goes wrong with His Majesty's waist, will I die?"

  Zhu Houzhao took a deep breath: "Don't think too much, I will protect you."

  Fang Jifan nodded, feeling ashamed in his heart. In fact, what he was thinking was, who would cut this skin? How should I cut it? How to obtain the consent of His Majesty and Queen Zhang in the future.

  Operation begins.

  Zhu Houzhao said very seriously: "Knife."

  The stinky pockmark soup has worked, and the man is drowsy.

  Fang Jifan handed it over skillfully.

  Zhu Houzhao pressed down on the part to be operated on. A cloth was used around the part. With a finger wearing a sharkskin glove, he pressed lightly, and the other hand quickly made a cut in the skin.

   Then, he found the kidney, cut it off with ease, and threw the kidney on the iron basin aside: "His kidney is quite fat." Zhu Houzhao couldn't help commenting: "It's a layer of ointment."

   "Hemostat!"

  Fang Jifan handed over the hemostat.

  Zhu Houzhao stopped the bleeding, took some medicine, and then said: "Scissors..."

  The two were busy together, and then Zhu Houzhao began to sew up the wound. He sewed quickly, and the wound was sewed up.

  Get up: "Su Yue, apply the medicine."

   After finishing speaking, he and Fang Jifan walked out of the Jamsil.

  The two took off their masks.

  Zhu Houzhao sighed with emotion: "It's really much faster if you come to be this assistant, then Su Yue is so stupid."

  Fang Jifan said: "I think Su Yue is a little nervous."

  Zhu Houzhao suddenly said: "I always feel a little weird, as if you are playing with me."

   "His Royal Highness." Fang Jifan said seriously: "Your Highness, don't say that, I am a pure and innocent family."

"..." Zhu Houzhao put his hands behind his back: "I don't know when I will be able to cast spells on my father. It seems that I should practice more. I am actually worried. Later, we will do two more. From now on, we will do two more. Take two or three to practice."

   "..." Fang Jifan wanted to die: "Your Highness, I might..."

   "You are not sick at all!" Zhu Houzhao said: "Don't think that I don't know? I get along with you day and night, and you go around in the name of brain disease every day, but I know it all."

   "..." Fang Jifan was shocked: "This... nonsense, I'm not that kind of person, why should I pretend to be sick?"

  Zhu Houzhao said: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone anyway."

  Fang Jifan wanted to die.

   This is my trump card, my nirvana.

  The next step is to perform surgery every day.

  Fang Jifan tried and cut off a patient's overly long foreskin.

  Although the patient was drowsy, he suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his egg, so tears flowed down his face.

  Fang Jifan's privately performed minor surgery was very successful, and the incision was very neat. Compared with cutting the waist, this circumcision operation is simply pediatrics.

  The reason why I helped to cut it was mainly because Fang Jifan also wanted to practice his hands. Who knows when it will be useful.

  Zhu Houzhao was on the other side, while cutting the waist, he couldn't help laughing: "Old Fang, what are you cutting people for, and there is no shortage of eunuchs in the palace, you are too unkind."

   "Itchy hands, just itchy hands."

  Fang Jifan said: "Your Highness, hurry up, come here and sew it up quickly, there is a lot of blood, it's terrible."

  Zhu Houzhao had already sewed up the patient's thread, but he was busy taking out the needle and sewed up another wound.

Fang Jifan said from the side: "Your Highness, you need to sew better. Some doctors who have no medical ethics sew perfunctorily and will destroy people's appearance. This kind of doctor is no different from a mere human life. Be more delicate and don't mess with people." Too ugly?"

   "Is there any doctor who can do this?" Zhu Houzhao was taken aback for a moment.

   "..." Fang Jifan said, "I mean if."

In any case, the operation was successful, and there was nothing wrong with the waist. After a few days, the patient began to heal and slowly recovered. But after fainting, he regained some strength, and the patient yelled: "My Baby, my baby, my ancestral baby..."

  He thought he was castrated.

  It wasn't until Fang Jifan patiently explained to him that he felt better.

  In the future, Fang Jifan would feel itchy whenever he saw something long.

He specially customized a circumcision tool for himself. This tool knife is similar to the previous life. It was designed by Fang Jifan based on his memory. After a click, it came off neatly. He even started to sew it for others. Thread, but the sewing is not good, but it doesn't matter, ugly is ugly, the appearance is only a secondary thing, the most important thing is practicality, which coincides with the classics and learning advocated by the new school, the so-called combination of knowledge and action One, that's about it.

   Guang has a beautiful appearance, but it is just a pink skull. Is Fang Jifan a person who looks at his face? But no!

Zhu Houzhao's skills are becoming more and more proficient. One case after another, every operation failure will be recorded to analyze the reason for the failure, and every time it is a success, all the procedures before and after the operation will be recorded in detail for analysis. Summarize.

  ………

  I caught a cold, and I was typing while having a runny nose. My poor nose, you have worked hard. Let me get some monthly tickets.

  (end of this chapter)