Chen Cong saw that the old lady started rolling his eyes and pushed "her filial son" out of the screen: "Are you stupid? My master is a doctor, and I am willing to take action because I think Lingtang is still saved.

There was no grudge in the past. If it weren't for the sake of saving her life, why would you cut her with a knife?"

The old woman's son could not do it, and could only wait outside the screen with the mentality of "taking a dead horse as a living horse".

‘Cripthyroidotomy’ can be said to be one of the easiest surgeries. Not to mention surgeons, even ordinary people who have participated in first aid training can operate it. Mingruo prepared the required equipment and completed the operation neatly. Finally, the cannula is fixed and coated with a layer of dressing to prevent the wound from being contaminated.

Although Chen Cong knew that the master was stable and fast in the surgery, it was still very surprising to see that he cut the knife on his neck without blood splashing out.

"The key to this surgery is the position of the surgery, and it is necessary to avoid damaging the annular cartilage, otherwise there will be 'laugh stenosis' after recovery.

"Oh." Chen Cong nodded to show his understanding.

Ming Ruo looked at Nanxing again: "Do you know where to take the knife?"

"At the finger below the Lianquan acupoint." Nanxing replied.

"Smart!" Ming Ruo gave Nan Xing a big "like" with his eyes.

The old woman's son was a little anxious. How is his mother doing now? The doctor didn't tell her about her mother's situation, but why did she teach her apprentice?

Since Chen Cong had just been criticized by him, he didn't dare to ask, so he just looked in. He saw that his mother was not stained with blood and a piece of snow-white cotton gauze was covered with her neck.

However, my mother looked much better now, and the purple on her face had faded away, and now she was only slightly pale.

"Doctor..." the man called out softly.

"Come here." Chen Cong waved at him, looking like he was just right, "Move Lingtang to the stretcher."

"Okay." The man followed the words and moved the old woman to the stretcher with A Yuan.

"Lingtang needs to go to the ward behind the pharmacy to observe for two days, and wait until the larynx swelling is reduced, and the intubation is removed before going back." Ming Ruo first informed the family and then explained how to take care of A Yuan.

Mingruo is now in men's clothing. Because the old woman looks very rigid, Mingruo performed a skin test on the old woman and confirmed that there was no allergic to antibiotics, so he asked A Yuan to give her an intramuscular injection.

"Is it the same as last time I gave Mrs. Zhu an injection?" A Yuan asked at the syringe on the tray.

"Yes." Mingruo nodded.

"Okay, I understand." A Yuan picked up the tray and came to the old woman.

Mingruo walked out of the ward first: "Let's go out first."

Chen Cong repeatedly pondered in his mind that every step of the master's operation was just now. He followed the master without saying a word.

The old woman's son refused to come out and asked to stay in the ward to take care of her mother. Mingruo didn't care about him and let him be happy.

But before a cup of tea, the man left the ward, and the expression on his face was hard to describe - the treatment methods of this medicine hall were really unexpected. He was obviously sick with his throat, and he had to peel off his skirt if he applied a needle. This... hey...

Seeing the man walking out of the ward with awkward face, Chen Cong was speechless. He told you not to listen to your master, is it now a slap in the face?

However, when you think of the medical fee, you still smile: "You are a man, and you don't take care of it carefully. It's better to let the maid serve you."

"Thank you, Dr. Shen, for your advice. I sent the woman back to pick up the things, and I'll bring someone here later." The man bowed to Chen Cong.

"The old lady can only stay for two or three days and go back to the house. It is enough to have one or two people to serve him." Chen Cong made it clear in advance, and it would be bad if he could pull three or five carriages and bring dozens of servants like King Ping.

"Okay." The man nodded, showing his understanding.

Chen Cong told Nan Xing to pay more attention, so he followed the master back to the back house: "Master, I have already received the injection, is Qingye San still useful?"

"Use." Mingruo nodded.

"Okay." Chen Cong was about to leave, but remembered that there was an important question and forgot to ask, "Then how much medical fee should we charge?"

"Well..." Mingruo has always been arbitrary in spending money, and the operation is very simple. After thinking for a while, he said, "Just charge twenty or thirty taels..."

"Oh." Chen Cong nodded, and while walking out, he calculated, "The medical fee is thirty taels, the medical fee is twenty taels, that is fifty taels..."

Seeing that Old Shen settled the score like this, Si Haochen was very sure that it was his wife's personal disciple.

"Are you busy?" Si Haochen poured Mingruo a jasmine fragrance slice and put it on the table.

Mingruo washed his hands, picked up the tea and drank it: "It's stable for the time being, but I have to stay here tonight to facilitate the emergency."

"Hmm?" Si Haochen raised his eyebrows slightly, "What about me?"

"You... can be with me or go home by yourself." Ming Ruo grimaced the face of Si Haochen.

"I bring my beloved concubine everywhere..." Si Haochen gave Mingruo a look that he could understand.

"Yes." Ming Ruo nodded seriously, and was about to say something, but found that the 'whiteboard' was jumping up and down in the space...

"I have to go into the space." Mingruo got up and went to close the door. He happened to see A Yuan coming back, "A Yuan, I want to take a break and don't let someone disturb you."

"Yes." A Yuan nodded and responded.

Mingruo put the door bolt in and took Si Haochen into the space.

At this time, the whiteboard was still floating in the space, like clouds floating in the wind in the mountains.

The ‘white board’ is the spirit of the space tool. As soon as Mingruo and Si Haochen entered the space, they naturally felt it immediately. Thinking of the ‘sphere of influence’ they were divided, it seemed...it seemed...it was probably - crossing the line!

The 'whiteboard' originally wanted to leave the market in a low-key manner, but the Dahong was responsible for guarding the house and guarding the hospital naturally couldn't let it succeed. While "Oh oh yelling", it accurately pointed out the position of the 'whiteboard'.

The 'white board' felt that it was really difficult for me, so I looked at a prince who wiped the Chixiao Sword as soon as I came in...

The 'white board' spoke weakly: "Master, I plan to open a medicinal garden specializing in the snow mountain medicinal materials, and go down the mountain to transplant some medicinal materials that like cold..."

Mingruo wrapped his arms around his chest, looking like you continue to make up to see if I believe it.

"That... Actually, I found that my master has treated another patient with "difficult and complicated diseases". As long as you treat another "difficult and complicated diseases", the space can advance to the third level..." Although the 'white board' lowered its head, in Mingruo's opinion, it was just a vague and it was impossible to tell where its head was.

"Yeah." Ming Ruo couldn't figure out what the criteria for judging the 'difficult and complicated diseases' in Yanling Bracelet, so he was too lazy to check the records of "Yanling Bracelet". Unexpectedly, the space was just one step away from the third advancement.
Chapter completed!