The huge Shangyang Palace was brightly lit tonight. Guards armed with swords and spears stood outside the palace, with a sentry every three steps and a sentry every five steps, all in awe. The emperor issued an edict: No one is allowed to enter tonight without an imperial decree, and anyone who violates the order will be killed on the spot.

A strong smell of sour vinegar filled the air from the hall. Although there were crowds of people outside, the hall was deserted. Apart from the trusted eunuchs and palace maids who were fumigating the room, there was no one walking around. The innermost hall was completely empty, with nothing but a chair, a couch, and two rows of dazzlingly bright candles as big as rafters against the wall.

The old emperor considered it for two days and finally decided to receive treatment.

——As time went by, all the doctors, no matter they were the imperial doctors in the palace or the capable people who visited the people, all shook their heads in fear and told him directly or implicitly that the injury was incurable.

During such a long period of time, only Su Ci told him clearly that it could be cured.

Although this knife and acupuncture treatment was terrifying and unsettling, the old emperor decided to take the risk and try it after enduring for two days. He didn't want to die, and he couldn't die!

This supreme emperor who has reigned for forty years has the ability to make decisions and his execution is extremely strong. Once he makes up his mind, the entire palace will operate efficiently. In just two hours, he has arranged everything Su Ci needed according to what she had described.

In the warm room, the old emperor leaned on the low couch and said, "I hope you won't let me down."

Things like huge rewards have been said before, and this is the last sentence. As for the 70% chance of success mentioned by Su Ci before, the emperor didn't mention it at all, and everyone seemed to have selectively forgotten it.

"I will do my best."

Su Ci didn't waste any time saying it again. If she killed the emperor, there was no doubt that death would be her only outcome, no need to say anything.

——It’s really stressful.

There is power but no truth.

She suddenly understood Yang Yanzong's tireless climb up. It is true that when you are in the world, you are bound to get hurt. It is better to dominate the fate of others than to have your fate dominated by others!

"What are you thinking about?"

The old emperor was supported by Sun Shiping to wash and change clothes. Su Ci and Yang Yanzong also retreated to the small room next door to change clothes, wash up, and put on overalls, headscarves and masks. She asked Yang Yanzong to be her assistant. He had been an assistant once, and he was the only one she trusted here.

After hearing his question, Su Ci rubbed her face and whispered, "I'm wondering if we can get out of the palace smoothly this time."

She complained: "If it really works out in the end, I'd really feel bad if I didn't get some benefits out of it."

He was so scared that his courage was reduced to nothing!

Yang Yanzong's eyes were deep: "Of course."

He said these four words in a stern tone. Su Ci didn't know what he was thinking. Anyway, he always took one step and looked three steps ahead. She didn't want to think about it. The pressure was so great. She scooped up cold water and rubbed her face vigorously. "Okay, let's go in quickly."

But I dare not keep the emperor waiting.

He left the warm room and went directly into the inner hall. There were two fully armed generals of the imperial guards guarding the door. There were also two people inside. In addition to Sun Shiping, who was Su Ci's other assistant, there was also the commander-in-chief of the imperial guards, Huang Dewei, a mighty general in his forties with eyes as cold as lightning.

Naturally, the emperor could not trust himself to be handed over to Su Ci and Yang Yanzong, because Su Ci repeatedly emphasized that the fewer people and things in the operating room, the better, and finally decided to have the two of them.

A man at the peak of martial arts, he could keenly smell the scent of his kind from Yang Yanzong as soon as he entered the room. The eyes of these two top masters of the time met, but neither of them said anything.

Su Ci took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and began to wash her hands. She was fully alert and began to disinfect and prepare for the operation.

The old emperor's temperature rose a little again. The antipyretic medicine was becoming less and less effective. The same was true for the medicine on his legs. After washing the medicine off, his skin became red and swollen, and soft when pressed. The old imperial physician had actually made incisions to drain the pus. He made three incisions in a row on the outside of his leg, but it was ultimately only a temporary solution and the drainage method was not thorough. The condition showed a slight improvement, but soon returned to its old ways.

A tube of penicillin aqueous solution was drawn up with a crystal syringe that had been boiled and disinfected. The skin test had already been done, and an intravenous injection was given. The old emperor watched silently, and then she signaled Sun Shiping to support the old emperor and help him take the Ma Fei San.

——If there was no anesthesia, Su Ci really wouldn't dare to perform the surgery at his age, but fortunately both the old imperial physician and herself had a very effective prescription for Ma Fei San.

The drug took effect quickly, and the old emperor lost consciousness in about a quarter of an hour.

Su Ci took two deep breaths and washed her hands with soap again, rubbing them six or seven times, then rubbing them with alcohol. Then she took out one of the scalpels she had specially asked someone to make from the linen bag, pressed the circled area of ​​the old emperor with one hand, and determined the location of the remaining bone chips through the skin and swelling.

Before that, she first used golden needles to stop the bleeding on the old emperor. This acupuncture method was created by her grandfather. Her grandfather once participated in a medical team sent to Africa. The local environment and situation were often very complicated, and logistical resources were often inadequate. So he created this golden needle acupuncture to stop the bleeding method based on the family acupuncture method. Although it is not as immediate as the vascular clamp, the effect is still good.

After returning to China, this set of acupuncture techniques was not very useful anymore. I didn't expect that Su Ci would put it to good use again now.

The sharp and thin blade made a light scratch, and blood and pus spurted out at the same time. The red was tinged with white and had a fishy smell. There was a faint smell of decay, which made Sun Shiping and Huang Dewei, who were staring at the piece of skin, suddenly nervous.

Su Ci glanced at Yang Yanzong, but before she could look up, he had already leaned over with the retractor in hand. His posture was not very skillful, but his hands were very precise and steady.

The incision was not big, but it was very precise. As soon as the surgical field was opened, Su Ci immediately held the tweezers in one hand, and with a slight push, she found the culprit bone fragment in the severely inflamed muscle tissue.

Su Ci skillfully removed the dead flesh, cleaned the wound, placed a drainage tube, and then began to suture the muscles layer by layer.

There was the sound of flying needles and sewing, and Su Ci's focused and serious look had a strange charm. Yang Yanzong saw beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. He immediately turned his head to look at Sun Shiping, who quickly wiped it off with a handkerchief.

She wiped off the sweat and changed the mask. Her dark eyebrows and hair were wet, and her full forehead was fully exposed, revealing her skin that looked exceptionally fair. There was a bit of dazzling red under her nose, creating a breathtaking beauty.

Her focused eyes and serious look were extremely charming at this moment. Yang Yanzong's gaze lingered on the red spot on her lips for a moment, his gaze deepened, and then he looked away without making a sound.

Su Ci's hands were steady and her speed was fast. This was not a very difficult operation. The main difficulties lay in the patient's age and condition, the severity of the subcutaneous inflammation, and the post-operative drug support.

The inflammation had lasted for so long that Su Ci was really worried before the operation. But after cutting open the wound, fortunately, it was not the worst situation she had expected. The imperial doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau were really capable.

Su Ci spent nearly an hour removing the remaining bone fragments from the three wounds and placed drainage tubes in each. After cleaning and suturing the last wound, she carefully bandaged it.

"The drainage tube cannot be removed for the next few days. It can only be removed after the inflammation has improved and there is no more pus."

Su Ci spoke with certainty, and it was nonsense to say that it might not work, so it would be better to be less timid. Giving confidence to the patient's family is something every doctor must do, and these things are engraved in her bones. She looked calm on the surface, but she was actually somewhat worried because follow-up drug support was the key to the success of the operation.

——She only had low-concentration penicillin in her hand, and even if she had increased the dosage, she was afraid that it would not be strong enough!

"Three injections a day, if everything goes well, you can see the effect in about two days."

Sun Shiping witnessed the operation with his own eyes and spoke to Su Ci in a much more polite manner, "Okay, Miss Su, please take care of it."

Could she not bother?

It's impossible not to worry, okay?

Sun Shiping asked about the nursing precautions and the key points of using acupuncture and medicine, and knelt on the footstool to take care of him personally. The old emperor woke up in the second half of the night after the effect of the Ma Fei San wore off, and he didn't say much to Su Ci about how he felt. Now everything was too early. After the emperor woke up, another day passed before someone came to take Su Ci and Yang Yanzong to rest.

By this time, it was already dark and the heavy snow had finally stopped. The red walls and white snow were dimly lit by the afterglow, which was solemn and magnificent. Unfortunately, no one coming in or out had the heart to appreciate it, including Su Ci.

After a tiring night and day, and the double pressure of mental and physical strength, I finally came out of Shangyang Palace. I felt my clothes on my back were wet, and I didn’t even realize that I was sweating before.

"Oh my god, I'm so tired."

This time, she and Yang Yanzong changed places to live. They did not return to the old, dilapidated and remote semi-dilapidated small palace, but were arranged to live in a two-courtyard palace called Deqing Palace not far from Shangyang Palace. Yang Yanzong lived in the east side hall and she lived in the west side hall. She ran to take a look at his side, which was the same as hers, spacious and bright, with a dragon charcoal fire, brand new beds, quilts and pillows, and palace servants to serve them. The dinner they served was no longer the coldest of the cold. Her treatment was greatly improved.

If you ignore the elite guards who are guarding the gate and monitoring the courtyard, the treatment is quite good.

Su Ci complained quietly, trying to make the best of a bad situation. She glanced at the armored guards standing motionless in the cold wind in the courtyard. Yang Yanzong behind her reached out to close the window.

The two of them were very close to each other, whispering quietly. After Yang Yanzong listened carefully to make sure there were no other observers, he pulled Su Ci to stand at the farthest point from the guards and lowered his voice: "What's going on?"

He asked about the old emperor's treatment with a serious expression.

Su Ci patted his forehead to sober himself up: "I shouldn't die for the time being..." The key lies in the next few days. If there is improvement, even if it is slow, he will eventually recover.

But before she could finish her words, Yang Yanzong covered her mouth with one hand, and his brows furrowed, "Shut up."

The careless indifference in her tone made his eyebrows jump, and he glared at her and cursed: "How do you talk like that?!"

This girl is really brave. Does she know that the person she is talking about is the emperor? A charge of lese majeste is punishable by the loss of one's head.

Su Ci also cleverly covered her mouth, looked at him and whispered: "Aren't you here?"

She noticed that Yang Yanzong had listened attentively, and there must be no one in the room or outside the door. No third party could hear her speaking so quietly. The two of them were in the same boat, otherwise she would not have spoken so freely. She was not stupid!

"I believe in your ability." Su Ci flattered Xiao Xiao again.

Sweet-talking and smooth-tongued.

Yang Yanzong snorted and pinched her cheek, "In such a big palace, are you sure there is no one stronger than me? For example, Huang Dewei?"

Su Ci smiled and looked at him with her big eyes: "Huang Dewei? Is he the commander in chief in the inner hall before? Hmm," she pretended to nod her chin and thought for a moment: "I think you two are equally matched."

The hero's skills are even better than those in the original book. General Huang Dewei, who is known as the best fighter in the palace, is on par with him.

A good blacksmith must have strong tools. In order for Yang Yanzong to reach that point in the future, besides one percent of luck, nine percent of skills and strength are indispensable.

Su Ci said above that she believed he was not joking.

It must be said, even though he knew that this girl was a smooth talker, these words were still very pleasing to the ear. Yang Yanzong snorted and laughed, but finally let it go: "Be careful with your words next time." He taught her a lesson.

Su Ci felt it was quite novel. She knew best how adaptable Yang Yanzong was. In the original book, when he was violated, he crossed his bottom line again and again and risked fighting back. His final target was even the imperial power.

Such a person probably does not have a deep-seated respect for imperial power. He is not like those pedantic scholar-officials.

However, she heard Yang Yanzong's teachings and nodded obediently: "Yeah!"

She has a pink and tender little face, and she nods obediently. She is always so cute when she is obedient. It's just that his eyes are so lively that they give away his true identity. Even if his eyeballs are not moving, it seems that he is not a law-abiding person.

Yang Yanzong lowered his eyes and stared at her. He reached out and pinched the dimple on her lips, and his gaze paused on the tender red of her mouth. Ever since he was distracted and paying attention to her in the operating room last night, he had the desire to pinch her chin and kiss her hard. Unfortunately, now was not the time.

"Just focus on the treatment and don't worry about anything else."

"Uh-huh!"

That would be the best. She is definitely not as scheming as Yang Yanzong, the conspirator. It would be best if she doesn't have to think about these frustrating things.

When Yang Yanzong let go of her hand, she ran to the round table to eat. Su Ci opened the two food boxes that the palace servants had just brought over and saw that it contained stir-fried chicken, mushrooms and river shrimps, the same soup, and the pastry was red bean cake. Yang Yanzong’s braised beef and lion’s head with broth, and the pastry is chestnut cake.

She liked to eat lion's head and chestnut cake, so she happily switched the positions of the two food boxes, opened the lids of the food boxes, took out the food, grabbed the chopsticks and started eating.

Eating is the most important thing for the emperor. She has been hungry for several meals. No matter what, she has to fill her stomach first.

She concentrated on eating. The dish was still a little hot when it was first served. She scooped up a piece of lion's head, blew on it a few times, took a careful bite, then sipped the soup in small sips, exhaled comfortably, and her whole face seemed to brighten by two degrees.

Yang Yanzong stood in the distance without moving, glanced out the window, then turned his head and stared at Su Ci's profile for a moment with a deep look in his eyes.

——Every time he thought he knew Su Ci well enough, she would always refresh his understanding.

Yang Yanzong was perceptive enough. Just from Su Ci's casual remark "he shouldn't die for the time being", he keenly realized that Su Ci did not have any genuine awe for the emperor or the imperial power.

He really began to be curious about how Su Di raised his daughters. Each one was more beautiful than the other, with Su Yan in the front and Su Ci in the back.

He shook his head, walked to the round table, raised his eyebrows and stared at Su Ci for a long time, but the girl was only concerned with eating her own food. She even looked up at him and said curiously: "Why are you standing there? Eat quickly, or it will get cold."

Yang Yanzong glanced at the other food box which was tightly covered. They were eating together, but she only remembered to put her own food in it.

"I thought it was a woman's duty to provide food and clothing for her husband?"

Su Ci was not afraid of him. She bit the spoon and smiled: "But we are not married yet, right?"

Your theory doesn't hold water either!

However, she still stretched out her claws to help him drag the food box over, so that this guy wouldn't take advantage of the situation to act stingy.

…

However, as the emperor's condition was unclear, the two of them could not really relax. After dinner, the palace servants came to collect the food boxes and dishes. Su Ci didn't say anything more and went back to rest.

She tossed and turned on the bed for several times, thinking about the old emperor and her parents and sister in this life. Su Ci thought, if she really died accidentally, it would be ugly to have her head chopped off, but after all, she had experienced it once before, so she was not too scared. But her parents and sister would probably be very sad, right?

I don’t know if it will implicate them.

Thinking of this, she felt a little depressed and began to pray, "Old Emperor, please be strong and hold on. She didn't want to die yet!"

After waiting for another two days, Su Ci went to get injections every morning, noon and evening. However, she never checked the wound or took the old emperor's pulse. Every time she came, the old emperor lay with his eyes closed, and it was unknown whether he was really asleep or not. His body temperature also fluctuated repeatedly, and no one knew what was going on.

However, based on the clues Su Ci observed at close range, she quietly told Yang Yanzong that the emperor's condition should be getting better.

The treatment of the two in Deqing Palace improved from the third day. Specifically, the meal of two meats, one vegetable, one soup and one pastry was changed to four meats, three vegetables, one soup and two pastries. The plating was also much more elaborate, and the palace servants had to use two extra-large food boxes to carry it.

Su Ci finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her observation was indeed correct. The most difficult hurdle was finally passed. The increase in treatment meant that the emperor's condition was beginning to improve!

She finally felt relieved. As long as she felt better, even if there was only a slight sign, she was confident that she would eventually recover.

——Although the old emperor was old and frail, Su Ci felt that he was a man with a strong will. This was very important. The patient's will often played a crucial role at many critical moments, and it could even make up for some of the disadvantages brought about by old age and frailty.

She could finally sleep peacefully, enjoy the delicious food prepared by the imperial chef, and even had the mood to talk to Yang Yanzong about what reward he would receive.

However, the day after Su Ci finally put her mind at ease, something unexpected happened that night.

It had nothing to do with the old emperor, but it shook the entire palace.

At night, Su Ci finished her meal early and chatted with Yang Yanzong for a while. Just as she was about to send him back to her room to sleep, she suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps outside.

Bang bang bang, run fast! Yang Yanzong rushed in from the palace gate and looked up suddenly. Su Ci was still puzzled, but soon she also heard the footsteps rushing along the red corridor all the way to her door!

It’s Sun Shiping!

In the middle of winter, he ran so hard that his hat fell off. His face was red and he was breathing heavily. He didn't dare to stop and grabbed Su Ci's hand and ran out: "Quick! King Zhao has been poisoned!"

"Miss Su, hurry up!!!"

Prince Zhao is only four years old this year. The former Prince Zhao was the younger brother of the old emperor. The two brothers struggled for half their lives but failed to have a son. The old emperor at least had five princesses, but this Prince Zhao had been weak since childhood and had never had a daughter.

But it was not known whether it was the destiny of the late emperor's legitimate line to be extinct, but in the same month when Prince Zhao died unexpectedly, the concubine fainted in the mourning hall but was diagnosed with pregnancy, and gave birth to Prince Zhao's posthumous son eight months later.

On the day the old emperor diagnosed Princess Zhao with pregnancy, she was brought into the palace by someone she sent. The little Prince Zhao was born in the palace.

There is no doubt that he is the old emperor's preferred heir to the throne!

Upon hearing this, Su Ci and Yang Yanzong immediately looked at each other. There were undercurrents both inside and outside the palace!