612 Sun Yat-sen was seriously injured

After hearing their eldest brother's reply, Sun Siyuan and his wife felt much more at ease and just waited for Ping'an's parents to return so they could propose marriage.

They discussed the matter with their son last night, but they didn't expect that their son was willing. Their son had no feelings for Miss Liu, so he decided to withdraw from the marriage.

Two days later, Ping An really got back two sets of silver utensils for blood transfusion. The old master paid great attention to details. Sun Sicheng hurriedly asked Ping An to make two more sets for him. As he said, even if he didn't need them, he still had to have them just in case.

Ping An glanced at the little Muyang who was following behind his grandfather. The little guy was very attached to his master, very interested in medicine, and could understand things quickly.

If he was told that his son forgot to drink Meng Po soup when he was reincarnated, he would believe it. Otherwise, he couldn't explain how he could be so smart before the age of two and a half.

"What are you looking at Mu Yang for?"

"Master, the master is dissatisfied with Mu Yang for always following you. He is worried that Mu Yang will lose interest in the imperial examination and devote himself to medical skills."

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Dean Wang thought that he was already sixty years old, and if he wanted to train another person to pass the imperial examination, he had to resign now.

Mu Yang is almost two and a half years old. Even if he goes to high school in eighteen years, he will be seventy-six years old.

After repeated consideration, he decided to resign. Little Muyang was too smart, even smarter than his father. In two years, he could even teach Shaoqi's son.

However, the third resignation of President Wang was still rejected by the emperor.

The emperor had a serious talk with him and, after learning his thoughts, he promised him that he would be allowed to resign in three years. By then, the child would be only five years old, which was the best time for him to start learning.

And now, he has to help Ping An teach the prince. Ping An is very capable, but he has to pay half of his attention to the hospital. Besides, old people are wise, so some aspects still need to be handled by experienced old people.

After thinking it over, Dean Wang decided to go to the farm to discuss it with his father.

"Dad, Mu Yang lives in the Sun family now. Sun Sicheng takes him to the hospital every day, or he stays in the medical clinic. All his interest has turned to medicine. How can I teach another person to pass the imperial examination?

Dad, why don't you send Ping An to the farm the next day so that you can help Mu Yang to learn first?"

The old man was a little embarrassed: "No, the farm is too busy these days, and it will be busy until July and August, so let Sicheng teach first.

Besides, didn't Ping An learn medicine first when he was young, and then learn to read from Sun Wenxue? Don't be so picky, the child is less than two and a half years old, even if he is from a scholarly family, he has to be three years old before he can start his enlightenment."

He is indeed very busy now. The emperor has only been living here for a short time and he has to teach him many things.

But I haven’t seen Mu Yang for several days, and I miss that little mouth quite a bit.

"Well, I will ask Ping An to take the child to the farm to stay for two days tomorrow. I will ask the Emperor to see if it is possible."

Dean Wang walked away and said, "The Supreme Emperor has come to this side to look at me. I have to go over and pay my respects now that I am here."

His father was right. He wanted to resign and take a job under the Emperor Retired to see if it would work. He really didn't want to do that for another three years. Being an official was too boring.

Besides, if we want to train Mu Yang to become the second Liuyuan Jidi, we really can’t afford to waste time.

His age does not allow any more delay.

Once I had the thought of resigning, my heart was like weeds growing wildly. How could my father, who had been resting at home for more than 20 years, understand this?

Baicao Hospital.

As the sun sets, the mountains in the distance are dyed golden by the afterglow and merge into one with the sky.

The master and disciple were just about to pack up and go home when suddenly there was a loud noise coming from the front.

Lin Feng came over quickly, his voice trembling: "Master, Mr. Sun has been sent here, covered in blood, I don't think he is in good condition."

Sun Sicheng and Ping An's hearts sank to the bottom.

Ping An hurriedly told Qing Shi who was standing beside him, "Qing Shi, quickly prepare the emergency room. Wu Jun, the rest of you, come with me and carry the body."

Her husband has always been in good health, but unfortunately he has been busy planning the big bazaar recently, and he and his master have been obsessed with blood transfusion equipment, so they haven't seen each other for almost ten days.

Sun Sicheng soon saw only the afterimages of Ping An and the others, and he ran out after them.

He said that he felt weird today and a little uneasy.

Ping'an was the same. He even said he would go back to have his fortune told. He always felt a little uneasy, but he and Ping'an were both worried about Ping'an's parents who were away on a journey, and they never thought that anything would happen to Awen.

When Ping'an and the others arrived at the front yard, Sun Yat-sen was already being carried towards the outpatient building by several guards. Several officials followed behind with pale faces and their bodies covered in blood.

"Sir, sir." Ping An rushed over and saw that his husband was covered in blood. Where was the trace of blood on his usually gentle face?

"Ping An, I am Wang Shilang of the Ministry of Revenue. We went to the suburbs to do routine work. Lord Sun was slashed by a madman in order to save me. He was slashed twice and a lot of blood flowed. We couldn't stop it at all."

Ping An and Wu Jun had already placed her husband on a stretcher in the hospital. "Hurry to the emergency room."

He had no time to talk to anyone.

His husband looks like a bloody man.

Sun Sicheng caught up and ran next to Lin Feng and Wu Jun. How could this happen? How could so much blood come out? A person's blood volume is fixed. How could Ah Wen hold on?

The moment Ping An entered the operating room, he told Xiao Wu, "Go to the master's house quickly and find his son. Then go to the village and ask Xiao Ming to come over. Hurry."

Xiao Ming has been accompanying Mu Yang at the farm these days. Mr. Jinri may really need a blood transfusion.

Zhiyuan is an official outside, and Zhichen is in the capital.

Ping An suddenly realized that more than half a month ago, he had a sudden idea for a blood transfusion device and drew it overnight. He even wanted to find someone to make it that night. It turned out that there was a divine will in all of this, and it was all for today.

Ping'an was so angry that he thought he was too careless. He was only worried about his parents who were traveling far away and never thought that something might happen to his husband.

Lin Feng and a few others have already carried Mr. Sun onto the emergency bed.

"Xiaochen, go get some warm water." Ping'an has calmed down.

Sun Sicheng's voice was already starting to crackle with tears: "Ping An, take off your clothes quickly to stop the bleeding. I can hardly feel his pulse."

Ping An and Wu Jun carefully took off the gentleman's outer clothes, and had to cut his inner clothes with scissors.

Xiaochen quickly brought some hot water and wiped her husband's body with a clean cloth.

Only then could Ping An see the wounds on the gentleman's body.

There was a knife wound running down from the neck to the chest. The wound was half a foot long and had been treated with medicine, but blood was still oozing out.

The other wound was on the left arm, the knife wound penetrated the bone, but the bone was not broken.

After the safety check, I felt a little relieved.

Both knife wounds were serious, but fortunately, God helped that neither of the arteries was damaged, otherwise he would have been dead long ago.

"Master, there was just too much blood loss. The internal organs must be damaged, but it's nothing serious. The carotid artery is not ruptured."

Sun Sicheng wiped his tears and his heart calmed down.

The person lying motionless in front of him is closer to him than his own brother. The two of them have been through many ups and downs together for many years.

Awen, you must hold on.

"I'm fine, go ahead and help your husband with the surgery. I'll stop the bleeding on his arm first, and you prepare for the abdominal surgery. The wound on his abdomen is quite deep, and his internal organs may not be uninjured. Be careful."