224 Peaceful Surgery
When they arrived at the medical clinic, they saw Wang Qi and Wang Quan, and there was also a woman who was obviously Wang Quan's mother. It was because the mother and son looked 60% alike.
"Uncle Wang, Brother Quan, you are here."
Wang Quan stood up happily: "Safe."
Sun Sicheng said, "Your uncle Wang's tumor has grown quite fast these days, and it's been a bit painful. They got scared and chased after him."
Ping An frowned, "There's no pus, right? If the tumor gets inflamed and pus forms, I'm afraid it can't be removed."
Sun Sicheng shook his head: "Fortunately, there is no redness or swelling, but it is indeed impossible to keep it. Brother Wang, I told you that keeping it would cause trouble sooner or later. Fortunately, it will be one night. Even if you come, we will not be here anymore."
Wang Qi said, "The eldest master is very busy. I heard that he is running around in the Great Zhou."
Sun Sicheng sighed, "Didn't you see the notice written at the city gate when you came? My apprentice and I also plan to go to the battlefield and do our part."
"Young Master is going too? We only found out about this today. We haven't heard about this since we left the house, and the inns along the way didn't mention this either. I'm afraid we'll start recruiting soldiers and collecting taxes in the next two days."
Taxation is not a big deal, as the Wang family is not poor. The three brothers are still registered together, so they are considered to be dividing the family but not the household. In this way, only one of the seven or eight people in the three families who are within the age range can go.
But they couldn't bear to go to any of them. Several generations of the Wang family had been involved in relocating graves and handling funerals, so they had accumulated good karma. But none of them knew how to do kung fu, and they were afraid that if they went, they would just die.
Mrs. Wang burst into tears.
"Your registered permanent residence is not in Yong'an, otherwise you can just stay by my side and do odd jobs. It's better than going to the front line."
When Wang Qi heard what the eldest master said, he pulled his son and wife to kneel down and said, "Eldest master, I know this is embarrassing for you. Can you please write a letter for us to tell the yamen runners that the eldest master wants my Wang family to do odd jobs for him? This is a great favor, and my Wang family will definitely repay it. It's really because my family doesn't have any skills at all."
The couple kowtowed, and Wang Quan, seeing this, hurriedly followed suit.
He is seventeen years old this year, and his two cousins are both sixteen years old, both of whom are of conscription age. His two uncles only know how to work, so how could they know any martial arts at all?
"Get up quickly, get up quickly." Sun Sicheng blamed himself for speaking too quickly.
Wang Qi told his family story. There are three brothers and six people whose ages are within the range. He is the eldest, so it is likely that he will go. If the wound on his neck cannot be healed in a short time, maybe his son will go. His two younger brothers are a bit slow in character. How can they go to the battlefield without worry?
Sun Sicheng smiled helplessly and said, "How about this, I'll ask someone to go to the government office to see if people with Yangcheng household registration can come with me? If yes, I'll take Wang Quan and the chores with me. After you've treated your injuries, take the quota letter back to the government office.
But it is already May 16th, and we can't delay. I will treat your wounds now. If possible, you can hire a driver to drive you back. I heard that the conscription will end at the end of May, and everyone will leave in mid-June."
The family of three nodded repeatedly, saying this was the best option.
Madam Wang said, "I can drive a carriage myself. I often drive a carriage at home. It's not too hot now, so my husband should be able to drive quickly."
Sun Sicheng immediately asked Jixiang to inquire about this matter. Wang Quan was a good kid, very hardworking and smart. It would be perfect for him to take Yuanqing and the others to do odd jobs.
Just consider it a good thing.
"Ping An, check him out."
Ping An didn't hesitate and went forward to check Uncle Wang's neck.
He felt relieved.
It's a very common lipoma. The only unusual thing is that it grows quite fast. My skin feels a bit tight and it also affects the muscles on my neck. Fortunately, the tumor is located in a good place and is not in a dangerous place.
Otherwise, if it was just an ordinary sarcoma, he would not dare to treat it without modern medical equipment.
How can you go there when you know there is a tiger there?
"Master, there is indeed no redness, swelling or inflammation. It can be operated on. It would be best to let them stay in the medical hall for a day tomorrow. This will put my mind at ease."
Sun Sicheng nodded and said, "Brother Wang, Ping An and I will perform the surgery on you together. My apprentice is as capable as I am in this area. Don't worry if two people can perform the surgery on you at the same time. I will use good anesthesia for you, so you won't feel any pain when the surgery is done."
Wang Qi was a little hesitant: "Master, I want to ask, how much is the best anesthesia? How much does my surgery cost including the medicine? If for no other reason, I am afraid that I may not have enough money, so I can go to the pawn shop to pawn something in advance."
Sun Sicheng smiled and said, "General anesthetics in the clinic are five taels each. My best medicine is also priced at that price. As for the wound medicine, it is changed every two days, so ten days is enough. You need to pay three taels for these medicines. Today I am happy, so your consultation fee and surgery fee will be waived. Otherwise, Ping An and I will work together, and it will take at least twenty taels."
The couple grinned. The anesthetic was indeed five taels per dose. Someone in their family had used it before.
Unexpectedly, the eldest master only charged him eight taels of silver. When he left, someone said that the eldest master's treatment fees were very high. Ordinary illnesses did not require him to treat them personally, especially something like his, which had to be cut. Oh, it was terrible to think about it.
Now I can finally feel relieved.
It was already mid-afternoon, Ruyi immediately cleaned up the emergency room, and Ping'an also went to prepare anesthetics and other surgical supplies.
Sun Sicheng chased after him and said, "Ping An, you can perform the operation first. The master is still a little afraid of being too soft, so I will help you."
"Okay." Ping An nodded. He was already twelve years old, so there was no need to hide anything anymore. After studying medicine for four or five years, some things would slowly come out.
This trip to Border Town was the time for him to come to the fore.
It is also an opportunity for them as master and apprentice to shine.
Half an hour later.
Sun Sicheng, Ping'an, Ruyi, Qingshi, and Wu Jun were in the emergency room, while Wang Quan and his mother were waiting outside the door.
Leaving Qingshi and Wu Jun inside is inevitable in the future in the border town. They have to watch the operation, but they don't have to help.
Wang Qi had fainted after drinking the anesthetic, which could keep him unconscious for more than an hour.
In the past two years, Sun Sicheng listened to his young apprentice and planted large areas of Datura and Lycoris radiata at the foot of the cliff in the Medicine Valley. He also planted a lot of other common anesthetics and stockpiled a lot of goods. This time they will bring a small half of the stock.
They are not worried about bringing too much, as they will be able to collect a lot of anesthetic materials this year. Fang Ming's medicine valley also transplanted some crops last year, and he hopes to be able to collect these special anesthetics next year and the year after.
Ping An was already wearing a mask and a gown, and so were Sun Sicheng and Ping An. Nowadays, every doctor in the clinic has several sets of these little things.
He first cleaned the skin around Wang Qi's tumor, and then wiped it with alcohol.
After making sure the man had completely fainted, he opened the leather box containing the surgical tools. These tools were disinfected after each use, and he disinfected them again half an hour ago.
"Master, I'm going to start. Qingshi, Wu Jun, just watch from the sidelines and don't make any noise."
"Yes, Master Ping An."
"Master, please stop the bleeding. My acupuncture is not as good as yours."
Sun Sicheng agreed with this. Xiao Ping'an also knew acupuncture, but was still much worse than him. After all, some people just lacked talent and needed time to hone their skills.
After Sun Sicheng inserted seven or eight silver needles, he nodded to Ping'an, indicating that they could begin.
Ping'an no longer hesitated. He took the knife and directly cut open the skin and separated the subcutaneous tissue. He signaled to the master to help him stretch the skin on both sides, and then asked Ruyi to help wipe the flowing blood. No matter how much acupuncture was used to stop the bleeding, the skin and flesh would still bleed, but much less.
Qingshi and Wu Jun were both stunned. They had seen their master being beaten many times before, but this was the first time they had seen a real person so closely.
Is this still their jade-like little master?
His little hands were peeling meat so freely, no, to be more precise, peeling the tumor. The shiny little knife was used with ease, and in a short while, a tumor as big as a bird egg was peeled out.
Sun Sicheng was shocked. There were tiny blood vessels on the neck, which had to be avoided. His little apprentice was cutting that thing as if he was cutting chicken.
He asked himself if he could do that.
My God, is this still a twelve-year-old kid?
No, this is a child blessed by God. A genius is a genius. This genius is his apprentice and will be his son-in-law in the future.
Sun Sicheng's heart was burning with anger, but he gradually calmed down.
A quarter of an hour later, Ping'an began to sew the skin. His little hands were fast and accurate, and every stitch was just right. This made Ruyi sigh that he had tried so many times, but still could not be half as good as Master Ping'an.
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