I was the heir in ancient times

A formal and perfect operation should be a fully sterilized operating room. After more than ten years of experience, the chief surgeon and well-trained nurses can finally control the overall situation. They need routine skin preparation and psychological counseling for patients. Patients with cutaneous blood reserves require several days of observation to initiate a precise and successful operation.

But none of these ancient times.

What Gu Baozhen has is only the history books in his mind plus all the processes in the documentaries he has watched, as well as his sixth brother, the ruthless man who performed hare lip suture surgery on himself when he was 14 years old.

Limited medical conditions and limited antibiotics mean that he can only select the most serious patients for treatment. Among them, a young man who kept bleeding from his back and could not form a scab became the No.1 selected by all craftsmen for treatment.

He said his name was 'Huzi'.

"My name is Huzi, His Royal Highness, you can just call me Huzi." The young Huzi has not yet married, and has worked with Mr. Lin for less than a year. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen, because he was still young, Good physical fitness, so the old bleeding infection did not wake up until the next afternoon, but Huzi still had the strength to stare like a copper bell while having a fever, the more nervous and talkative, "I always feel that His Royal Highness and I Thinking differently."

The hair on the back of Huzi lying on the table in the operating room is bald. The herbs applied in the morning are still effective. Huzi only feels a chilly back with occasional tingling, and then there is no more. Huzi Even though her lips were turning white due to excessive blood loss, she was still eager to chat with Gu Baozhen.

In Gu Baoyu's head, he quickly recalled the history of skin transplant surgery. He found evidence of the feasibility of surgery from ancient India. The earliest transplant surgery came from there. In order to prove that this case is feasible, he directly cut off the skin of his own thigh and a small amount of muscle, and showed it to everyone.

In addition, Gu Baozhen is actually worried about the fact that there are at least six artisans next door who need to undergo skin grafting operations immediately. Unfortunately, his ability is limited, so he can only take care of them as much as possible, and then let the two most dangerous people survive the danger safely .

Everything was ready, Gu Baozhen didn't do anything, just told the sixth brother the procedure step by step, and watched the completion of the operation from the sidelines, from taking the skin with the oldest method - slapping the butt until it swells - to transporting it over Huzi's precious antibiotics were injected into Huzi's body, and finally sutured according to the general flow direction of the blood vessels.

During the period, Gu Baozhen talked to Huzi in a gentle tone, diverting Huzi's attention: "Oh? What's different?"

Huzi spoke with a strong local accent, so he said embarrassedly: "Although the high-ranking officials and dignitaries we see on the street are all wearing nice clothes, they just feel different. I feel that they will be able to meet people like us on the street. Greetings."

"Isn't that good?" Gu Baozhen was so focused on Sixth Brother's actions that he didn't really care about the conversation with Huzi.

"Okay, nothing bad." Huzi didn't know whether he felt the pain or the strong alcohol he had drunk before the operation also played a role, and his words gradually became unobstructed, as if Gu Baozhen was a close brother, chatting He started to nibble, "Damn it, I think it must have been set on fire by those Qingpis at the pier. The yard was poured with kerosene. If the major general didn't find out quickly, we would all be dead!"

Hearing these words, Gu Baozhen gradually shifted his attention, paused in thought, and said, "Could there be hooligans at the foot of the capital? Dare to confront the government?"

Paving the road, Gu Baozhen knew it early on, just like all innovative good things, it will shake the interests of existing interest groups, but at first he didn't think it would cause much resistance, even if the fourth brother said there would be opposition voices, Gu Baozhen I never thought it would turn into such a tragic situation.

It was as if there was a feud, crazy, and wanted to put people to death.

"His Royal Highness probably doesn't know that there are too many of these low and winding roads. It seems that there are not many hooligans squatting at the pier in the capital to collect protection fees, but there are not many high-ranking officials who manage the pier. Relatives? They have already made the skill of watching dishes so beautifully that no one can fault them. In addition, there are people everywhere to help hide the truth. Naturally, the emperor does not know, and the emperor does not know. I know, Your Royal Highness, you don’t know, isn’t this normal?”

Huzi spoke eloquently, but Gu Baozhen didn't believe it. His father, the founding emperor who was smarter than the fourth brother, hated the inaction of officials and officials the most. Even if the fourth brother didn't live in the palace, he could know everything in the palace. Dad's control freak, who is watching all directions and listening to all directions, doesn't know where the dirt is close at hand?

Gu Baozhen felt that this was impossible.

Moreover, the fourth brother said that the third brother was the one who ran the cement factory, and one of Hu Zi and the third brother must be wrong, and the fourth brother would never be wrong.

This is the blind spot of Gu Baozhen's thinking. Since the fourth brother can't be wrong, and what Huzi said is also reasonable, can you boldly imagine that the third brother is the backer behind those moths?The little moth's backer, the backer's backer, and the last backer is the third brother who is about to return from victory!

Although Gu Baozhen never went to court and didn't care about everything, he still knew about the jurisdiction, power and obligations of all the officials and nobles in Beijing through Brother Bo in private. If we can find a connection, the person in charge of the Beijing-Central River Transport is Mr. Gong from the Ministry of Water. Mr. Gong is married to the Zhu family, and the Zhu family is the Zhu family of General Tobu!General Tobu and the third brother have been abroad for nearly ten years. It is by no means objective to say that they have nothing to do with each other.

At this point, all the dots and lines are connected to form a huge net, and the person sitting in it is neither the third brother nor the fourth brother, but his emperor's father, Gu Shiyong!

It’s not that Gu Baozhen has never seen the Dream of the Red Mansion. Inside the Red Mansion is the end of the meritorious nobles who are arrogant and do not know how to advance and retreat. But it has only been ten years since the founding of the country, and the Dongwu generals have just won the victory. Dad has already prepared a big show, just wait. Will the harvest be too fast when the time is right?

However, Gu Baozhen seems to be in no position to be called daddy. His attitude towards all the arrogant aristocratic families that he hates is actually an indulgent attitude. Although he has selfish intentions to remove the title of prince, the essence is to hope that the aristocratic family will be more and more daring towards him. Be rude, and then pile up your faults, and when the time is right, find a good weather to suppress them in one fell swoop so that they can't stand up!

But he didn't kill any innocent people, but Dad wasn't...

If Gu Baozhen's guess is correct, then Gu Baozhen doesn't know how to face his father at all, is he pretending not to know or bluntly saying that he doesn't like this kind of cruel sacrifice?

Gu Pingan, who was doing the operation, could see that Xiao Qi was absent-minded. Fortunately, he remembered the procedure of the transplant operation, and Xiao Qi would not be needed for the next one. Young master, said: "You take Xiaoqi out, he doesn't need to watch here."

Gu Baozhen: "I'm still here..."

"Get out." The eccentric Sixth Prince spoke mercilessly, uttering the two words bluntly and indifferently, as if Gu Baozhen was nothing more than that with him.

Gu Baozhen, who was forcibly dragged out and finally able to breathe fresh air when he walked into the yard, just left the environment that made him have to think about anxiety, his hot face was cooled by the moist air, and then kept suppressing for the next second The nauseous feeling directly hit the bottom and rebounded, and without giving Gu Baozhen any more time to endure, he vomited pale porridge and gastric juice all over the place.

"Xiaoqi?" Bo Yanliang hurriedly asked worriedly, "Uncomfortable?"

Gu Baozhen wiped the corners of his mouth, sighed, and sighed slowly: "It's caused by mental tension, but it's actually not bad."

"No, I'll take you back now. You've seen the wounded here. Leave the matter to the Sixth Prince. You don't have to worry. After today's work is over, you can go back and rest." Mr. Bo spoke in a commanding tone.

Gu Baozhen: "But..."

"No, but." Bo Yanliang's dark blue pupils were displeased, "Don't force me to carry you into the carriage here, I don't agree with you running these things yourself."