General Qian was speechless.

"How about this, I'll drink some strong liquor, and you can just do it."

"Okay, all of you get out."

Liu Feng waved his hand and drove everyone out.

There's no reason for anyone else to stay in the operating room. Naturally, everyone has to leave.

Not long after I went out, I heard screams like a pig being slaughtered from inside. The painful screams lasted for about an incense stick of time before slowly stopping.

Maybe he fainted from the pain.

It lasted for about half an hour before the door was opened.

Liu Feng was sweating profusely and was washing the blood off his hands at the door.

"Sir, what's going on with my father?"

"Don't worry, you'll be back to full strength in a few days."

"General Qian will wake up in an hour at most."

"You all should go and rest. Just leave him alone for the time being and don't disturb him."

"The next seven days are crucial. Remember to eat well, preferably easily digestible food."

"Don't eat too much meat or fish. If anything goes wrong, I won't be responsible."

Although your stomach and intestines are fine, if you eat something weird and get an infection, there will be no hope.

So for the next seven days, Liu Feng had only one request, which was that General Qian could only eat porridge and drink some honey water when he was thirsty.

It was a surgery, and when suturing, Liu Feng used the animal gut thread he had prepared earlier.

Therefore, it will be completely integrated into the flesh and blood over time, and there is no need to remove the stitches.

As for the wound on his lower abdomen, Liu Feng used gunpowder to burn it directly, so the flesh in this area was basically necrotic.

But General Qian is a grown man, he probably doesn't care about this aesthetic issue.

It's not on his face, and even if it was, what could it matter? The general doesn't have many scars on his body.