"Don't you, you're going to see King Yama." As soon as he said something, he didn't expect him to be amused by himself. When he smiled, he forgot to cover his stomach, but immediately covered him and tossed and turned in pain. Why was his symptoms so familiar? "Does your lower right abdomen feel pain?" He nodded, biting his lip and not speaking.

The pain in the lower right abdomen, the body temperature rises, and vomiting. Isn’t this appendicitis? I remember that I had it when I was in my teens in my modern age. At that time, I was similar to him. I wanted to cut it off with a knife, but others were so painful that they didn’t dare to move him, but they could still toss and turn!?

"Ah--" Jiang Shan finally couldn't help but scream, and his pain could be heard from the voice. His mother rushed in when she heard the sound, knelt on the ground and begged him.

"Princess, you are rich and powerful. You must know many imperial doctors who have medicinal materials that others cannot have. Please, save my Jiangshan, I am begging you here." After that, she kept kowtowing and made a "knock-knock--" sound.

"Don't do this." She quickly helped her up, and she was so immersed in her arms. "Come, help her to rest." She cried so hard that she was confused and her spirit was distracted. She was not a god, so how could she say it was okay? Although Xiao Shuang was heartbroken for Jiang Shan, she was helpless. Many people standing at the door felt very uncomfortable when they heard Jiang Shan's voice.

Jiang Shan's condition has been a few hours long, and if he doesn't deal with it, he will be helpless. But there are no medical instruments in this ancient era? There is not even a scalpel and surgical bed, let alone anesthesia. By the way, Ziqi suddenly remembered what he learned in history and the biology. Ma Fei San.

"Come." Dozens of people came in at once, because they were very happy to serve when they heard that they had instructions about Jiang Shan. Although they were the same, their condition was not ordinary today. "You go and buy Mafei San quickly." After that, they immediately got up and bought it.

The others also stretched their necks and waited for instructions. "You go to find the best doctor in the city or the imperial doctor, call more." Another one stood up and acted. At this time, I was very rational. I had surgery and memory of this disease before, and it was not to mention that I had the conditions to receive the treatment. I took it with a camera as an advertisement. Because the operation cost is cheap, and I have watched the operation dozens of times, and I have remembered it in my heart. Now I think about it and my stomach hurts a little.

I called the doctor and the imperial doctor because I was afraid of a sudden attack. "Xiaoshuang, prepare the smallest needle and the thinnest and toughest thread." Xiaoshuang did not ask why, and prepared, believing that he would have something to use. "Boil water and prepare candles." Several people started to work after listening to their instructions, but they still didn't understand what candles they wanted in broad daylight?

"Please make a few pairs of scissors, but the lights are burned, big and small." He had finished his orders, and picked up a handkerchief to help Jiang Shan wipe his sweat. Seeing that Jiang Shan bit his lips and bleeding, he felt really distressed. The poor baby is young, but he didn't take good care of his body for his mother. Ziqi stretched out his slender fingers to touch his lips, but he was much calmer. Perhaps he was tired, so he slowly stretched out his hand and slowly moved to the hand that touched his lips.

"I'm afraid of itch." Unexpectedly, he said this, and he thought it was his smooth hands that calmed him down. It turned out to be itchy? This guy, I won't deal with you when you get well. He actually covered his hands with thick palms. He didn't feel any fleshy when he held it, but only hard bones. Alas, I didn't expect that in this world, there were also miserable people in ancient times. Jiang Shan was a good child, it can be seen.

Slowly, his tightly frown eyebrows loosened, his lips stopped biting, his expression became much looser, but his hand tightened. After a while, all those who went out to do business came back, and Ma Feisan made a bowl of soup for Jiang Shan to drink. Finally, he fell asleep, and his hands were finally liberated, all of them were sweating.

I performed an ancient operation with a bit of trepidation and entanglement. I rubbed alcohol on his belly, and the scissors and other props needed were roasted with fire, and prepared a lot of clean and white gauze. I was not afraid of blood and my hands and feet and quickly reacted quickly. Even I, who had always been afraid of blood, suddenly became bolder, because life was at stake, and only I could do this. However, everyone else asked them to go out, and the doctors and imperial doctors were also waiting outside. Everyone was cheering up and did not dare to speak, and quietly waited for me to give instructions. Fortunately, the light was not very dark during the day, but I still had to light a candle.

A few hours have passed and it is almost dusk. There are many thrilling times in this operation, but they are safe every time. Xiaoshuang, who has always been the best acupuncture method, is being sutured. She has tried her best to make the wounds smaller in the future. Although there will definitely be a scar, ancient people did not show their bodies to others casually, so he appreciated the centipede scar by himself. His eyes were bloodshot, and he always stared at a red place, carefully put his hands in, and had to control them not to tremble. I don’t know how soon this modern surgery will be cured, but what about me?

If you are dead, you will be treated as a living horse. Just wait until the medicine is effective. He will be fine when he wakes up. He will take care of himself and pay attention to rest. It should be nothing serious. I didn’t expect that he would have this day. What kind of emotions should he have? Happy? Entangled? Sad? Sad? Helpless? Or should he laugh or praise himself?

Turning his head, Jiang Shan's belly was surrounded by a circle of white gauze. His expression was no longer so painful, but his face was pale and his breathing heartbeat was normal.

"Shan'er!" Her mother rushed to him and also rushed to her to stop her. So as not to disturb Jiang Shan, a woman who continued to be excited and did not know the situation, she would disturb Jiang Shan. She knew that she loved Jiang Shan, but she had to be calm. If Jiang Shan's situation was accidentally worsened, she would really be a god and would not be able to save her. However, Song Xiulin has always been calm, and she would not be able to calm down when encountering Jiang Shan. This is maternal love. Once...
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