299 No Moment of Rest

Ping An just lay down for one day.

A seriously injured captain came to the emergency room. He was only in his twenties and his right arm was chopped off by the enemy, leaving only a layer of skin.

Sun Sicheng was good at bone setting, but this was more than just bone setting. The tendons in the arm had to be connected and the broken tendons had to be reconnected. He couldn't do it alone, and everyone had to be safe together.

Guan Ping and Wu Jin were also very nervous about this man, saying that he was one of the bravest men under the general and had followed the general in battles since he was a teenager.

Sun Sicheng was unsure. With such a serious injury, it would be difficult to save the young man's arm. Even if it was saved, it would only be a saddlebag in the future, and the arm would probably not function anymore.

If a general loses his most important arm, he will no longer be able to stay in the barracks, and all his previous military achievements will only be exchanged for some silver to support his life.

In fact, even if there was no such injured person, Ping An would have planned to go to the emergency room. There are so many injured people every day that my uncle is exhausted.

The master and his disciples, along with Qingshi, Wu Jun, Wenzhu and Ruyi, have prepared for the operation.

The young man was tall, his face full of despair, and he was shaking with pain, but he tried hard not to cry out.

This is the hero in Ping An’s mind.

"Don't worry, big brother. My master is the eldest son of Baicaotang. He will personally perform the operation on you today. He will reconnect the tendons in your arm, reconnect the blood vessels, and reconnect the muscles. In half a year, your arm will be the same as before."

The young man asked hoarsely, "Can it really be healed? Can I still use my hands?"

"Of course, others can't do it, but my master can. Let's stop talking nonsense. Now I'm going to give you anesthesia. This is the best anesthesia. You can't buy it outside. I've used all my best. When you wake up, your arm will be reattached."

The young man looked at Sun Sicheng standing beside him.

Sun Sicheng nodded and said, "I am Sun Sicheng. I will do my best to heal your arm. You need to relax."

The young man nodded: "I know you and I trust you. You were the one who cured the general of the poison."

A quarter of an hour later, the young man fainted on the bed.

Sun Sicheng sighed, "It's safe. I'm sure I can reattach his arm and he'll be fine, but I'm afraid I can't make him move freely like before. You gave him confidence, but what if you can't keep it?"

Ping An carefully examined his broken arm. The wound was very smooth, as if it had been cut with one knife. The surgical tools had basically been manually assembled in the past few years, so he was confident in performing such an operation.

"Master, let me be the lead surgeon."

Sun Sicheng nodded. Ping'an was better than him in this aspect. As a master, he could also serve as an assistant.

There are only six of them in the emergency room today, no outsiders, and they cannot be distracted at all as they are reconnecting broken tendons.

Guan Ping, Wu Jin, Zhang Jinping and some other officials were waiting more than ten feet away. This man was from a branch of the Huang family, a relative of the general, and even more so a close confidant of the general.

For this reason, the general could not leave and specially wrote a letter and brought it along. Now the letter is in Guan Ping's hands.

An hour passed.

Sun Hongyu treated the other wounded man who was shot by an arrow. Now he can suture his wound and even open his abdomen for examination, but he is still unable to treat his serious internal injuries.

His medical skills have reached the limit of his life. First of all, his eyesight is not so good anymore. He has indeed aged in the past two years. He has no choice but to accept it.

He just wanted to go back earlier, to be with Changsheng and the others, to live out the rest of his life in peace and security.

Zhang Jinping saw him coming and hurriedly gave him his stool: "Doctor Sun, sit down and take a rest. Sicheng and the others have been in there for an hour. There is only a layer of skin left on their hands. Can they still be reattached?"

"Yes, Sicheng and Ping'an can." Sun Hongyu replied indifferently.

They can definitely connect it with their abilities, but I don’t know whether they can use this arm in the future.

In the emergency room.

Sun Sicheng silently assisted his apprentice, and the four people beside him also performed their duties, some handed tools, some wiped sweat, etc.

Ping An had just reconnected his broken tendons. Fortunately, he was sent here soon after they were broken and the temporary treatment was proper. In addition, he was young and his tendons and veins were obvious.

The most important thing is his many years of surgical experience. In the entire emergency room, the only sound was people's breathing. Ping'an, his master and the others had already cooperated well with each other. They knew what was needed with just a glance.

Sun Sicheng watched Ping An use his nimble hands to find the tendons that had shrunk into the flesh, and then reconnected the tendons and the severed blood vessels.

He knew that he couldn't perform this kind of operation.

Even people from the Imperial Medical Bureau are not qualified. You have to be a genius among geniuses to do this.

This person is peace.

Ping An stood up straight, then quickly bent down again to sew up the muscle layer.

The severed muscles have to be sewn layer by layer along the texture, which is a very delicate job.

Another half hour passed.

Ping An's muscles were stitched up, and his whole body was already shaky.

"Ping An, you sit aside, the rest of the masters are coming."

Ping An sat down obediently on a small stool nearby, and the only things left to do were to suture, apply medicine and bandage the external wound.

After Sun Sicheng finished the last thing, Ping An said, "Master, you can only say that you performed the operation and I helped. This reputation is not good for me. Besides, you will do such operations yourself in the future. I am just bold."

He looked at the other four people again: "Did you hear that?"

Ruyi nodded with them. Young Master Ping'an was young, so it was better for the eldest son to take on this reputation. What's more, their eldest son was also a medical genius.

Sun Sicheng was silent for a while, "Okay, Master will bear your reputation."

Ping An grinned, "Master, what do I care about my reputation? It's not a good thing to be famous at a young age. Besides, I'm your eldest disciple. It shouldn't be difficult for me to become a famous doctor in the future, right?"

Wenzhu, who was standing by, felt that she was under too much pressure.

The eldest son is a famous doctor in the whole Zhou Dynasty.

Master Ping An is only twelve years old, but he is a genius among geniuses when it comes to surgery. He is three years older than Master Ping An, and he used to be complacent, thinking that he knew medical skills at such a young age. Now it seems that it is just a piece of cake for him.

The operation started at noon.

It was ending at noon.

When Sun Sicheng brought his men out, Guan Ping and others surrounded them.

"My Lord, how is he?"

Sun Sicheng took off his mask and said: "It has been connected. The rest is nursing. As for whether he can recover to the way he was before, it depends on his luck."

An official nearby exclaimed in amazement: "The eldest son is truly amazing."

Sun Sicheng looked at him and said, "I didn't do it alone. My apprentice Ping An did a lot of the work. He connected the tendons and blood vessels. He is more skillful than me. Our four assistants also helped.

Uncle, please keep an eye on him for me. I'll take Ping An back to rest and wash off the blood."

Ping An's talents cannot be fully revealed, and being too high-profile is not good, but he has to show some of them. He cannot take away his apprentice's credit for this.

Sun Hongyu certainly believes that Ping An played a big role in the operation. What does it matter whether others believe it or not?

In the following days, the young captain recovered well.

Ping An also knew his name: Huang Fei.

There is only one character difference from Huang Feihong.