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"Okay, Master, I'll be waiting outside. Call me if you need anything," Wang Xuemei changed her title naturally, but there wasn't too much worry on her face.
After all, for a down-and-out person who has to sell his life to save his brother, he is lucky to have someone like Yang Fan in his arms.
With Sun Simiao, the most talented doctor in the Tang Dynasty, she was of course full of confidence in the next operation. If Sun Simiao couldn't be saved, then her brother was really hopeless.
Moreover, I heard from Sun Simiao that his young master's medical skills are no worse than his.
If Yang Fan knew what she was thinking, would he be ashamed? He really doesn't understand medical skills. Why does everyone think he has great medical skills?
After Wang Xuemei went out, Xue Rengui and the others were the only three people left in the house.
"Rengui, take off his clothes and apply alcohol to disinfect the abdomen."
Sun Simiao picked up the scalpel and quickly made an incision about ten centimeters long where Yang Fan had circled.
Although Sun Simiao has never had an operation for intestinal carbuncle, he does have a solid foundation and his knife skills are superb.
Xue Rengui next to him looked at such a long wound and swallowed involuntarily.
So several people divided the work and cooperated. Xue Rengui was responsible for wiping and stopping the bleeding, Yang Fan was responsible for providing theoretical knowledge guidance, and Sun Simiao was responsible for the operation.
With Yang Fan, a cheater, Sun Simiao quickly found the red, swollen and inflamed appendix by comparing it with the anatomy diagram, cut it out, stopped the bleeding, anti-inflammation, stitched it, and finally called it a day.
Appendiceal surgery is indeed not difficult, but in ancient times there was no way to know the existence of bacteria, and there were no disinfectants, so infection was prone to occur.
Half an hour later, everyone waiting outside the door was confused when they saw Yang Fan and others coming out so quickly.
Did the operation fail?
Looking at Wang Xuemei who was crying, Yang Fan comforted her - there should be no big problem.
She was instantly ecstatic.
At this time, Sun Simiao and Xue Rengui still looked in disbelief.
In the Tang Dynasty, purulent intestinal carbuncle was a terminal disease, so it could be easily solved? They were still personal participants and hands-on people.
This is the first of its kind in traditional Chinese medicine surgery, and it will be remembered forever.
However, Yang Fan just smiled faintly. He couldn't help it. He was so awesome at cheating. On the other hand, the operation was simple, so Yang Fan was showing off again.
Just now he just drew a circle on the patient, and it was Sun Simiao who did all the work.
I can only comfort myself by saying that engaging in theory has its merits. After all, theory is the beacon of practice, especially a theory that has been demonstrated.
Sun Simiao was almost entirely responsible for the post-operative care, and he seemed to enjoy it.
Wang Xuance's changes are recorded seriously and responsibly every day. I heard that he now has a complete plan for the treatment of intestinal carbuncle surgery and subsequent recovery.
It only needs to be experimentally verified by other patients with intestinal carbuncle to form an effective medical inheritance.
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In the seventh month of Chang'an City, the locust trees are dotted and scattered.
The needle tower competition is held on the Chinese Valentine's Day, and the incense offerings of the Zhongyuan Festival are moved for the first time.
The embroidered hub and golden saddle are infinite, and tourists are always late to return home.
Just as the people of Chang'an were thinking about how to spend this hot summer, a piece of news instantly shocked Chang'an, adding a lot of tea talk to this hot July.
According to eyewitness accounts.
At dusk during the Ghost Festival, several beams of bright light fall from the sky, and looming fairy horses carrying heavenly objects fall to the banks of the Weishui River.
Wannian County Bo Yang Fan and his servants were returning from Baishui Village to worship their ancestors. Passing here, they salvaged mysterious objects from the Weishui River.
Because it happened during the Hungry Ghost Festival, the rumors about gods and ghosts became more and more outrageous.
In the following days, the place was crowded with people, and from time to time, people familiar with water properties and nearby people came here to salvage, and some lucky ones even fished out some glass fragments.
Therefore, everyone speculated that the fairy objects that fell on the banks of the Weishui River should be glass objects from the Heavenly Palace.
For a time, everyone was full of curiosity about the mysterious object that Yang Fan had picked up. It could even be said that they were coveting it. The nobles secretly cursed how this stick could be so lucky.
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Caotang Temple is part of the Xiaoyao Garden of the Later Qin Kingdom during the Sixteen Kingdoms period of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It has experienced more than hundreds of years of historical changes. The temple is full of incense and has many eminent monks.
Because the temple closed its gates tightly in troubled times, and the temple rules were to recruit disciples in the prosperous times, during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, the incense was at its peak.
Caotang Temple, about fifty kilometers away from Chang'an, is located at the northern foot of Guifeng Mountain in Hu County, with Fengshui River in the east and Zhongnan Mountain Guifeng, Guanyin, Zige and Dading peaks in the south. It has beautiful scenery and is one of the birthplaces of Huaxia Buddhism.
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At this time, in the abbot's room of Caotang Temple, Master Rende, wearing a golden abbot's gauze, was reciting his lessons mindfully. A young novice hurriedly opened the door of the abbot's room.
Abbot Rende clasped his hands together, closed his eyes tightly, and uttered Zen words, looking like an eminent monk. When he heard the noise, he asked: "Why are you disturbing me from doing my homework?"
The young novice monk took a few deep breaths and replied: "Abbott, a visitor came to the temple today and sent an invitation to the abbot to go to the Qizhen Pavilion in Chang'an City to appraise treasures on July 28, the 10th year of Zhenguan."
Master Rende frowned and said with some displeasure:
"Appreciating treasures? Buddhist temples are places of transformation. What do the things of this world have to do with us?"
Seeing that the abbot was angry, the young novice hurriedly replied:
"I also gave the same reply, but the other party said that this treasure was a fallen object carried by the immortal horse some time ago, and it is closely related to Buddhism. At the same time, he also invited the abbots of other temples to go with him."
"oh……"
Master Rende looked puzzled and took the invitation, thoughtfully.
He had also heard rumors about things from the Immortal Palace falling on the banks of the Weishui River, but he didn't take them seriously after hearing them.
With so much fanfare now, is it possible that something from the Immortal Palace really fell into the mortal world?
Becoming an immortal or a Buddha is far out of reach, and saving all sentient beings is just a way to fool some ignorant people. Otherwise, Buddhist temples all over the world would not close their doors and not go to save all sentient beings when the world is in war.
Buddhism is nothing more than an idea that leads people to be good and a means for the ruling class to maintain stability in the world.
"You go ahead and reply, I will definitely arrive on time."
After saying this, Master Rende closed his eyes tightly again and continued to recite the unfinished lesson.
The little novice monk responded and slowly closed the door, but he didn't see it. As soon as he went out, Master Rende opened his eyes, his eyes shining with golden light.
The same scene occurs one after another among major aristocratic families and wealthy households.
Different from a quiet place like Caotang Temple, at this time, the largest pier on the Weishui River was crowded with people.
The Weishui River, as the largest water transportation channel between Chang'an and major prefectures and counties, is usually quite busy, but today it is rare to see crowds of people.
It turns out that after nearly a month, all the merit monuments have been inscribed, and today is the day to lay the foundation stone and erect the monument.
At this time, a bluestone monument more than two feet high had already stood at the busiest part of the pier. The huge bluestone monument made the crowd of onlookers look very small.
In an ordinary carriage in the distance, Li Shimin opened the curtain and looked at the huge stone monument. Even though it was dozens of meters away from the blue stone monument, he could still feel the majesty of the stone monument, which made his face quite gloomy.
Next to him, the old eunuch Wang Huangui looked around vigilantly, observing the surrounding situation. Once he discovered a potential danger, he would protect Li Shimin's safety at any time.
Although he was surrounded by many disguised Baiqi to protect him, he was still more confident in his own skills.
Li Shimin watched for a while, sighed in his heart, opened the curtain, and prepared to get out of the carriage.
The old eunuch suddenly became anxious and immediately advised:
"Everyone, there are too many people here, and the people are mixed. Although there are hundreds of cavalry to protect us, it is not appropriate for everyone to get out of the car and put themselves in danger."
Are you kidding? In such a messy place, how can anyone be easily put in danger?
There were many remnants of the previous dynasty, remnants of the former prince, and other rebels. If someone with ulterior motives took advantage of the chaos and caused damage to Li Shimin, even ten thousand of his own heads would not be enough to chop him off.
Although he was confident in his own skills, people would always make mistakes. If he went to a densely populated place and could not care about it, watching from a distance in the car would already be considered a dangerous situation.
Of course Li Shimin knew Wang Huangui's concerns, he laughed and said:
"Huangui, you are getting more timid as you get older. You have been with me for decades and you still don't know me? I am not one of those weak people."
Back then, I personally led three thousand cavalry to fight against Dou Jiande, annihilated Wang Shichong, and swept through the world's rebels. I didn't think I could beat them to pieces.
Now that the world is at peace, how can I be afraid of these young people? Even if there are rebels who dare to cause chaos on the spot today, they will definitely have their heads removed.
Although Li Shimin usually seems to be a man of words, he is actually a strong-willed and extremely confident guy. Once he makes up his mind, even eight cows can't hold him back.
As someone who knew Li Shimin very well, Wang Huangui could only smile bitterly and salute:
"You are really powerful. I will accompany you today. If there are any scofflaws who dare to offend our power, it will be up to me whether I agree or not."
Hearing the flattery of the old eunuch Wang Huangui, Li Shimin was very happy and laughed heartily: "You, you, you only pick my brain and say..."
When he came to the blue stone tablet, he looked very small. Li Shimin raised his head slightly and looked up at the writing on the stone tablet.
The carved characters are square and square, and can be swung round freely. Kong Yingda was a great scholar of the time, and his characters are very easy to distinguish.
Seeing the names of major aristocratic families listed prominently on the bluestone tablet, his mood did not get better, and was even a little ugly.
In the Guanzhong area, the richest families, rich families, and rich households are like the princes across the river, but when disaster strikes, they are unwilling to spread porridge shops and show kindness at the first time.
Instead, he had to rely on a stone merit monument to force him to spend money and food to help the victims. His behavior was shameful, his heart was despicable, and he was simply a wolf-hearted person.
How could Li Shimin not know what these aristocratic families were thinking?
They just wanted to take action after the imperial court was unable to provide disaster relief, in order to win the hearts and minds of the people so that these people could be driven by them in the future.
If they just want to gain fame, that's fine. The most abominable thing is that these wealthy families, for their own benefit, don't even care whether it will delay the disaster relief opportunity.
How many people will die of starvation in this way? This kind of selfishness and indifference is simply unforgivable.
Just when Li Shimin was thinking a lot and feeling unhappy, he was suddenly attracted by the casual remarks of a few people next to him.