Mingruo stroked his sleeves, and his outfit looked like a young man from a wealthy family. Mingruo was very satisfied. It was also good to create an unattainable genius doctor, which could shock the powerful people who came to see the clinic.

"How old is this the clothes the prince wears?" Ming Ruo was a little curious.

"At twelve or thirteen years old." Madam Dong packed the bag and handed it to Zi Su.

"..." Si Haochen grew so tall at 123, and his body was sixteen. Without comparison, there would be no harm. Mingruo decided to take some teenage calcium tablets every day from today to supplement calcium, hoping that he could grow a few centimeters higher.

"Princess, you and the prince are going to enter the palace tonight. Our mansion will arrange the family dinner until noon... You must come back early." Madam Dong instructed.

"Okay." If Madam Dong didn't give her any advice, she would eat it with her old apprentice in a medicine hall at noon. "I'll ask Zicao to bring some mooncakes over later, and make some new flavors in the kitchen to give the prince a try."

"The princess asked Miss Zicao to help me prepare lunch, and then I would like to make some colorful flat food. The prince likes to eat it." Madam Dong asked.

"Okay, I'll send her over in a while."

Mingruo returned to Zhuyuan and asked Zi Su to change her clothes, so the master and servant went to a medicine hall.

As soon as the carriage was stopped at the entrance of a medicine hall, Shen Cong came up: "Today is Yuexi Festival, and my apprentice thought the master was not here."

"Not only am I here, I also brought delicious food to you and Nanxing." Ming Ruo got off the carriage and turned around and took the food box handed over by Zi Su.

"Thank you, Master." Shen Cong walked into the medicine hall with two heavy food boxes. "It should be the apprentice who gave me a holiday gift during the holidays, but... it was the master who gave me a gift first."

"It's just some mooncakes and fruits, not some valuable things." Ming Ruo waved his hand and continued to ask, "Are there any patients who made an appointment today?"

"Yes." Shen Cong put down the two food boxes, "Last time, Mrs. Zhu took the master's medicine and seemed to work very well. The day before yesterday, she asked the maid to come and make an appointment for Mr. Zhu to see the doctor today. Although the young master from General Yingwu's house did not make an appointment, she should also come today.

Also, my apprentice admitted a patient with broken legs yesterday. If I came to treat him, he would have to cut off his legs in order to save his life. I wonder if the master has any other solutions.”

"I'll go and see that person's legs first." Mingruo followed Shen Cong to the backyard.

People live in the room where Mu Ling lived last time. Although the patient was wearing a strong outfit, the fabric was definitely not ordinary. Although he was lying alone on the bed, he had a momentum that only the superiors had, and he was obviously not an ordinary person.

Mingruo checked his injuries and was blessed by the medical system. Mingruo's examination results were much more detailed than traditional Chinese medicine's bone-touching: "Your left leg is comminuted fracture. The best condition for conservative treatment is to protect your leg, but you can't focus. In fact, it's similar to not having this leg. Moreover, hyperplasia will occur at the broken bones, and pain will accompany you for the rest of your life.

For surgical treatment, the affected area must be cut open, the tiny broken bones inside are taken out, and then the broken area is fixed with steel plates to allow the bones to heal slowly. After a year, the steel plate will be removed and the later rehabilitation will be followed, which is basically no different from that of normal people."

Mingruo knew that it was difficult for the ancients to accept the use of swords on their bodies. Si Haochen also spared no effort to continue looking for the Ice Soul Grass and Flame Heart Lotus Seeds while building the operating room.

After Mingruo finished talking about the two plans, he planned to let the patient consider it.

Unexpectedly, the man said directly: "I'll choose the surgery."

Ming Ruo was a little surprised by the man's decisiveness: "Old Shen, go get a medical record."

Chen Cong directly handed the case book on the table to Mingruo: "Master, this is what I wrote yesterday."

According to Mingruo's teaching, Chen Cong wrote on the first line - name: He Lian, gender: male, age: 24 years old... Next, he described the condition and gave a diagnosis, and finally the medication situation last night and this morning.

"The case is well written." Ming Ruo took out a pencil produced by Lu Qiaojiang from her medical bag and began to replenish the results she diagnosed.

"Master, General Yingwu took his wife and the young master to see the clinic." Nan Xing ran in from outside.

"Okay, I'll go here." Mingruo wrote the case and said to Chen Cong, "After seeing the two appointments, I came to do the operation on Mr. He. You can do the pre-operative preparation first."

Mingruo had written all the contents of pre-operative preparations before, and Chen Cong had already memorized them thoroughly and patted his chest to promise: "Don't worry, master, just leave it to me."

Mingruo went to the clinic to see the young master of General Yingwu's house. After a month of treatment, the child's subcutaneous bleeding had disappeared and his spirits were much better. General Yingwu came in person, first for a follow-up visit, and then came to thank him.

Mingruo had an examination for the young master, prescribed medicine for another month, and told some precautions, but still received twenty taels of medical treatment. This time, the general's wife's eyes were full of hope, and she believed that Mingruo could cure her son well.

Zi Su sent General Yingwu's family away, Ming Ruo said: "You go to Fuxiangzhai to send Hualu water, and then go back to the house and tell Madam Dong that I have important patients here and I don't have to wait for me for lunch."

"Yes, young master." Zi Su carried the small box full of flower dew water bottles and got on the carriage.

Mingruo sat behind the clinic desk, thinking about He Lian's surgery. A gorgeous carriage was parked at the entrance of the pharmacy. Nanxing and Shen Cong made pre-operative preparations for He Lian in the backyard. The newly recruited man in charge of taking medicine hurriedly stepped forward and greeted: "What do you want to buy, Mrs. Madam."

"Let's look for Dr. Ming." Mrs. Zhu replied.

"Please, please, two of you." The guy invited them into the clinic.

Zhu Yu looked at the young master who was precious and precious in the clinic behind the clinic. He believed that he could do poetry and painting. As for treating patients, he didn't look like him. Could it be that his wife was fascinated by the beauty of the young master, and he said that he was skilled in medical skills.

"Doctor Ming, this is my master." Mrs. Zhu spoke first.

"Please sit down by Mr. Zhu." Mingruo looked at Mr. Zhu. He was in his thirties, tall and strong, and had a good face.

Like most men without children, Zhu Yucai was unwilling to admit that he had a problem. His wife advised him for a long time before he was willing to come and try it. After all, the Zhu family's huge family business cannot be inherited. The second and third houses who were eyeing each other were not vegetarians. He worked hard all his life and finally had to make wedding dresses for others.

"Take a pulse first." Ming Ruo signaled Mr. Zhu to put his hand on the pulse pillow.

Although Zhu Yucai didn't believe in Mingruo's medical skills, she still asked her to diagnose her pulse.
Chapter completed!