The First Family of Tang Dynasty

In the side hall, the melodious piano sound, Ningshen's ambergris, and the comfort of Guanyin's maidservant could not completely eliminate Li Shimin's anxiety.

Every once in a while, Li Shimin would subconsciously turn his head to take a look at the dripping copper pot, feeling that he was living like a year.

Just as he waited anxiously and wanted to take a look at the book to express his mood, there was a rush of footsteps outside.

"Your Majesty, the prince is here to report that the third son of Cheng has taken out an arrow from the shoulder of Lord Yi Guo, and Yi Guo is fair and peaceful."

"Shoulder and neck...well, there will be good news so soon."

Li Shimin glanced at the dripping copper pot, from when the prince left to take out the first arrowhead.

Less than half an hour has passed, and I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I can hear the good news.

At the same moment, Cheng Chubi carefully clamped on the second arrow he found in Qin Qiong's body, and slowly pulled it out...

After less than a stick of incense, Li Shimin received a message from two other messengers.

Of the arrowheads buried in Qin Qiong's body, only the last one remained, which was the one on his chest.

Even if it is still spring, even if Li Shimin is in a cool house. But at this moment, sweat was still on his forehead.

Picking up the iced white fungus and lotus seed soup from Changsun Wukui, Li Shimin glanced at the copper pot dripping and couldn't help but mutter.

"In such a short time, Cheng Saburo has already achieved this level. Will it be too fast?"

"Guanyin maid, do you want to let Cheng Laosan stop for a while, wait for Qin Qing to relax, and then continue after he recovers?"

Changsun Wugu looked at her husband who was obviously a little confused. At this moment, she smiled gently, staring at Li Shimin, and slowly said.

"The husband fights, the courage is too, one stammer, and then declines, three times..." In the gentle voice, there is firmness.

Li Shimin glanced at the grandson Wu Gu, and couldn't help but smile a little embarrassingly. "I am confused."

He raised his neck and drained the bowl of iced white fungus and lotus seed soup, like drinking hard liquor.

Changsun Wugou took the jade bowl, and put his hand gently on Li Shimin's powerful arm, earnestly.

"Your Majesty's destiny, Cheng Saburo's heavenly teaching of medical skills, must be the friendship of God's pity for Mingjun and loyal ministers, and it will definitely meet your majesty's will.

Such feudal superstitions are surprisingly convincing.

Li Shimin relieved his sorrow a little, and cheered up.

"The maidservant Guanyin said that if Cheng Saburo can solve Qin Qing's life worries, I will definitely reward him."

While speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the dripping copper kettle again, and couldn't help but mutter. "Why is it so slow."

Changsun Wuguo: "..."

Who said that it would be too fast a moment ago?

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"The third child, are you tired? Do you want to take a break?"

Cheng Yaojin and Yu Chigong, the two famous generals who were helping inside, were already sweating because of the depression and tension at this moment.

"No, the child is not tired. Let's go out and see how much time has passed?" Cheng Chubi said with his stiff neck moving.

Without the shadowless lamp, the assistants are not professional, everything can only rely on themselves, not tired.

But now, there was only the last chest left, which was also the most dangerous chest. Cheng Chubi was in the right state, so he naturally wanted to suffocate.

Hearing Cheng Chubi's questioning outside, he immediately replied. "Just lit the third incense stick."

"A quarter of an hour... is enough." Cheng Chubi took a deep breath. "You can remove the stethoscope and put it under your ribs to listen."

The fourth child went around for a while, but couldn't see a suitable position for him to stand. He was dumbfounded, and Cheng Chubi was unhappy.

"Why are you stunned? Go down quickly and put the auscultation head on it?"

"...Okay, is this the third brother?" Cheng Laosi could only get under the operating table, and reached out to put the stethoscope on Qin Qiong's armpit, which was lying flat.

In this way, it will not hinder the position of Cheng Chubi and his assistant Cheng Laowu.

"Okay, just stay." Cheng Chubi replied, seeing that Cheng Laowu first scrubbed his skin with fresh lime water, and put on alcohol again for a second disinfection.

In an instant, the sound of intoxicated deep breathing as if smelling the celestial spirit came from around him. Needless to say, the two old drunks, my father and Yu Chigong, are blessed.

"It's the essence of the wine, it's incense..." Yu Chigong did not forget to comment at this moment.

Cheng Yaojin happily squeezed his eyes. "My old Cheng didn't fool you, you just didn't want to let you in."

"..." Cheng Chubi's face turned black. The essence of God's wine...

This is an operation. The operating room needs to be quiet. If you want to brag, please go out and turn right.

Well, one is my father and the other is Uncle Yuchi. I am just a relatively weak junior. Forget it, don't care.

He uttered a few words in silence, the scalpel in his hand was not slow, and a cut was already made in Qin Qiong's chest.

"Gauze, hemostatic forceps... hemostatic forceps... gauze..."

As Cheng Chubi's voice sounded so calm as an unsentimental machine, the operating room gradually became quiet again.

After pulling out the skin and muscle tissue, and finally opening his chest, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but sucked in a cold breath...

"What's wrong with the third child? Something happened?"

"Uncle Qin's pericardium..." Cheng Chubi saw it. He saw an arrow, which happened to be stuck between the upper and lower ribs.

This is fine, but the sharp edge of this arrowhead has already left several scars on Qin Qiong's pericardium.

If it goes deeper, or something unexpected happens to Qin Qiong.

If this arrowhead fell into his chest, Qin Qiong would have no other options besides kicking and ah.

"Lao San, is this your heart and soul of Uncle Qin?" Rao was Cheng Yaojin killing people, but it was the first time he saw a living person being cut open.

"Why are there so many scars on it..."

"Well, the old man also took a look, hiss...How come Lao Qin's heart and liver are so scarred."

Cheng Chubi, who was the chief surgeon, was immediately pushed behind by these two bear-like great figures of Tang Dynasty.

Cheng Chubi's face turned black and couldn't help but anxiously said. "Father, Uncle Yuchi, please get out of the way, I want to take the arrow."

"Okay, let you, this child, why is your temper so anxious?" Cheng Yaojin happily, and hurriedly pulled Yu Chigong.

The Datang bully, who almost pushed the chief surgeon and doctor's assistant out of the operating room, gave up his position with a smile on his face.

Li Chengqian stood beside him, feeling that his carelessness was about to jump out. Convincingly, they looked at the two hippie smiles and talked and smiled calmly, the famous Datang generals.

Sure enough, these are like pure men and real men, but unfortunately...

Li Chengqian hurriedly shook his head, throwing behind this thought that was inconsistent with his personal settings. He is the prince of Datang, and he is now under Chengping.

What is needed is no longer an emperor who will fight immediately, but a ruler who can sit in the court, know the truth and history, and rule the world with filial piety.

Cheng Chubi stood in the position of the main knife again and picked up a hemostatic forceps...