Chapter 66 Lung Replacement "According to the laws of our dynasty, Shuang'er enters the court as an official and...
The Emperor summoned Prince Qi back to the capital, and regarding the matter of donating his lungs, Pei Yixue needed to inform Prince Qi in advance and explain the interests involved so that Prince Qi could consider it on his own and make plans early.
After leaving the hall, Xie Yushu and Dai Jiang immediately surrounded them.
"How is your Majesty?" Xie Yushu spoke first, with worry between his brows.
"There is no need to worry about his life for now." Pei Yixue glanced at the person with a calm tone, but a strange feeling arose in his heart.
"Pei Yixue" is critically ill, and Xie Yushu will rush back to see him no matter what.
However, Xie Yushu returned to Beijing with him, and the time since he entered the palace was less than half an hour. During this time, he had no time to rush to the pharmacy to see "Pei Yixue" and then rush to Funing Palace.
Then, it means that Xie Yushu has been here since he returned to Beijing.
This is very wrong.
"Miracle doctor!" Dai Jiang's anxious voice interrupted his thoughts. The commander of the Imperial Guard bowed deeply, and said earnestly: "I beg the miracle doctor to move aside and save my wife!"
Pei Yixue turned sideways and looked at Dai Jiang. Seeing that he was hesitant to answer, Dai Jiang kept his posture of bowing and clasping his hands, not moving at all.
There was silence in front of the hall.
After a long time, Pei Yixue finally spoke: "What is the current situation of the general's wife?"
"Just now the servant in the mansion reported urgently that my wife went to bed at midnight last night and has been unconscious ever since!" Dai Jiang spoke quickly, his eyes full of bloodshot when he looked up, "If the miracle doctor can save my wife, Dai Jiang's life will be at the mercy of the miracle doctor from now on!"
Pei Yixue raised his eyebrows slightly. In the palace, in front of the emperor's bedroom, the commander of the imperial guards actually said "let him drive you". He was so bold.
Could it be that Dai Jiang suddenly turned against the government and led the capture of Prince Jin just because Prince Jin was unable to cure his own wife?
Pei Yixue turned sideways and asked Xie Yushu, "What arrangements are you making now, Master Xie?"
"I..." The other party paused, "I'm going to the Dawn Pharmacy."
"Okay." Pei Yixue turned around and walked towards the palace gate. It made sense for Xie Yushu to go to the Liming Pharmacy, after all, the "critically ill" Pei Yixue was there, but it was a little late to think of going to the Liming Pharmacy now.
Pei Yixue was feeling a little restless. The reason for this restlessness was that the prey, which had been trapped in his net, seemed to have suddenly escaped from his control, and he didn't know what went wrong with the net.
"Miracle doctor?!" Dai Jiang, without getting any confirmation, hurriedly caught up with Pei Yixue, walking side by side with him, and asked anxiously.
"Go to Dai Mansion." Pei Yixue walked without stopping, without looking around, and coldly dropped these three words.
Dai Jiang was overjoyed when he heard this: "Yes! Yes! The carriage in the palace is waiting outside the palace gate! It's specially waiting for the miracle doctor!"
In a hurry, Dai Jiang grabbed Pei Yixue's wrist and dragged him forward.
The steps were so big and fast that Pei Yixue staggered and could hardly keep up with the marching pace. His legs were a little out of control.
The sudden change left him no time to think about Xie Yushu's abnormality.
"General Dai!" Xie Yushu was quick-witted and rushed to Dai Jiang in a few steps. Facing the other party's puzzled look, he said calmly: "The genius doctor's body is not as strong as the general's. He can't stand this kind of pulling."
Pei Yixue was supported by Xie Yushu and stood up again, his heart still beating wildly due to the sudden fright.
Dai Jiang finally woke up from his dream, and quickly let go, bowing his hands and apologizing: "It was Dai who was reckless and rude!"
He looked towards the end of the long palace road. The palace gate was still far away. He was eager to save his wife, so he opened his arms towards Pei Yixue: "I'll hold you..." Before he could finish his words, he met Pei Yixue's cold eyes. Dai Jiang swallowed the second half of the sentence, turned around and squatted down, "I'll carry you!"
Pei Yixue stared at the hunched back of the man in front of him and let out a long sigh, "It doesn't matter if we rush to Dai's house." He walked around the squatting Dai Jiang and moved forward on his own.
Seeing him like this, Dai Jiang couldn't force him any more and could only follow him closely. However, his eyes would anxiously sweep over Pei Yixue's feet from time to time. He was like an ant on a hot pan, anxious but helpless.
Mrs. Dai Jiang's disease was not of the same strain as the emperor's. Pei Yixue gave her acupuncture to stabilize her condition, left a prescription, and hurried to Liming Pharmacy.
Many patients had gathered at the front door of the pharmacy. To avoid causing a commotion, the carriage quietly stopped at the back door.
As soon as he got off the carriage, the steward came to meet him. Pei Yixue handed over two prescriptions: "According to this prescription, treat patients with these two types of symptoms first. If there are patients with other different symptoms, select them and bring them into the inner hall, and I will personally examine them. In addition, prepare paper and pen. I will write a letter later and send it to Jishi Post Station immediately, and deliver it to His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi in Qingzhou as an emergency."
When stepping onto the stairs, Pei Yixue paused and suddenly thought of Xie Yushu.
Because the critically ill "Pei Yixue" was placed here, Xie Yushu came to the pharmacy when he went to Dai Mansion.
Looking at the closed door at the end of the second floor, Pei Yixue asked, "What's going on in Room 6?"
The steward hesitated for a moment and replied, "Master Xie went in to visit Master Pei earlier. They exchanged a few pleasantries before coming out to help in the hall. Master Pei has already taken his medicine and gone to bed."
Pei Yixue stopped in the middle of the stairs and asked, "Just a few pleasantries? Nothing else?"
The steward shook his head to confirm: "Nothing else."
Pei Yixue said no more and walked slowly upstairs.
Now, all the princes under the emperor's lap who were qualified to compete for the throne had been captured by the King of Jin and all died. The remaining three who were still alive were all married women like Shuang'er.
However, the emperor's own health was unable to cope with the heavy responsibility. According to the ancestral system and etiquette of Daqing, there was no possibility for Shuang'er, who was married, to ascend the throne, and there was no way that the Zhao dynasty would fall into the hands of another family.
At this moment, the only successor the emperor has in mind is probably the three-year-old youngest son in the Prince of Yan's mansion.
If the King of Qi wants to fight for the supreme position in this chess game, the road ahead will be difficult and will require some twists and turns.
Liming Pharmacy successively identified six groups of patients with different symptoms. After Pei Yixue finished examining them one by one, it was already the hour of Yin.
It was less than an hour before dawn, so he had to take a short nap on the couch with his clothes on.
On the sixth day after returning to the capital, the princess' lungs did not match the emperor's. Everything depended on the king's return to the capital to see if the final "medicine" was a match.
At the same time, prophecies like ballads such as "The dragon's body is damaged, it is a warning from heaven; a three-year-old child will have difficulty governing the country; the disaster will disappear when a male and a female take over the throne..." spread throughout the streets and alleys of the country overnight.
Two days later, the King of Qi arrived in the capital as scheduled.
Due to the public opinion sweeping the country, the emperor was already wary of the King of Qi.
In order to prevent the King of Qi from contacting Pei Yixue privately, the emperor summoned the King of Qi, who had just arrived at the city gate, into the palace. Later, he ordered people to summon Pei Yixue into the palace as well, and under the close supervision of the eunuch in front of the emperor, they were matched in front of the emperor.
"It's done! Good luck! God bless Daqing, God bless your majesty!" The eunuch held the result and rushed to announce the good news in ecstasy.
Pei Yixue glanced sideways and met the deep gaze of King Qi. He said solemnly: "Your Highness, have you thought it through? Once the two lungs are gone, your health will always be worse than it is now."
King Qi: "With the miraculous doctor here, you won't die."
On the day the imperial edict was issued, Pei Yixue wrote a letter to inform the King of Qi, and on his way back to Beijing, he once again explained the pros and cons: the lung transplant would require the King of Qi to provide two lung lobes, and he could do his best to help the King of Qi recover, but he could not fully recover as before.
Whether to save him or not is entirely up to the King of Qi to decide.
Pei Yixue thought that the King of Qi would be ruthless in order to seize the throne, but the King of Qi's concise reply surprised him.
On the dragon couch, the emperor's sharp eyes were fixed on the face of the King of Qi: "Seventh Brother, you cut off your own body to save me, do you have any resentment in your heart?"
"My body and hair are given by my parents. I have no regrets even if I die to save my father from danger today." The King of Qi knelt on the ground and replied.
The emperor stared at his son kneeling on the ground for a long time before he spoke solemnly: "Recently, rumors have been spreading among the people that the new emperor is a Shuang'er chosen by heaven... Prince Qi, what do you think about this?"
"According to the laws of our dynasty, it is fine for Shuang'er to serve as an official in the court." As soon as these words came out, the emperor's eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife. Facing the gaze that could almost penetrate people's hearts, the King of Qi continued with neither servility nor overbearance, "However, since you are in charge of the court, you must abide by the etiquette and laws. You must not marry someone else, let alone have children. Otherwise, you will be defying the majesty of heaven and causing trouble for the court!"
This answer obviously satisfied the emperor, and his fierce eyes softened a bit: "It's good that you have this awareness. The laws of Daqing cannot be abolished! If the court, civil and military officials, and even the emperor, all work with a pregnant belly, how can it be a disgrace! Where is it!"
"Father, you are wise."
"Go and prepare." The emperor waved his hand tiredly, and the King of Qi left according to the etiquette. Pei Yixue wanted to leave as well, but heard the emperor say, "The miracle doctor, please stay."
Pei Yixue stopped and turned around. The palace door closed heavily behind the King of Qi, isolating the inside and the outside. The emperor's eyes slowly moved to him.
"I have to trouble the miracle doctor again." The emperor sighed, "Including this time, the miracle doctor has saved my life twice. If I can survive this disaster this time, the miracle doctor will be my benefactor! I will announce to the world that you are the national teacher of Daqing and grant you the supreme token. Seeing this token is like seeing me in person. All the people of Daqing must respect you and obey your orders!"
Pei Yixue smiled secretly. What rewards and status were just the grace of the emperor at a moment's thought.
These were never what he wanted, but the emperor threw this "big piece of cake" at the last moment before the lung transplant. If he did not swallow it with "gratefulness", I'm afraid the emperor would not dare to step onto the operating table with peace of mind.
"Your Majesty is so kind and I am deeply grateful to you. I will use all my life's knowledge to protect your health!" Pei Yixue bowed.
Hearing this promise, the emperor's tense nerves finally relaxed and he let out a long sigh: "Thank you, doctor."
Pei Yixue had already prepared all the equipment and medicines needed for the lung transplant. Everything was ready, except for the east wind - the King of Qi.
Now that everyone is in place, there is no time to lose and we must get started immediately.
The atmosphere in the specially set up medical tent was solemn. When the emperor and the prince of Qi lay side by side on the cold operating table, the director and judge of the Imperial Hospital standing beside them were trembling with nervousness.
The anesthetic was slowly injected into the body, and the two people on the operating table quickly lost consciousness.
Pei Yixue took out the lancet soaked in the special medicine.
Under the gaze of several wide-open, horrified people around, the sharp blade cut open the emperor's chest - and then, it was the King of Qi's.
The blade cut through the flesh and fascia, the bone saw made a teeth-chilling friction sound, and it sawed off the ribs... This bloody and cruel scene made the faces of the several imperial doctors who were watching turn pale and their scalps numbed.
Even when the Dali Temple was interrogating serious criminals, they had never used such "torture"!
As the wounds grew deeper and deeper, they got their first glimpse of the inside of a living human body.
The two sets of lungs were exposed to view - the emperor's lungs were like rotten dead leaves, dull and gray, covered with yellow-green pus; in shocking contrast were the two healthy, plump and bright pink lungs in the prince of Qi's chest.
Pei Yixue neatly removed the rotten lung lobe on the emperor's right side, then carefully removed a healthy lung lobe from the King of Qi's left side and accurately placed it into the emperor's chest cavity.
The catgut in his hand, as thin and tough as a hair, fluttered like sewing the most delicate fabric, anastomosing the blood vessels and trachea one by one deep in the flesh.
Then, do the same on the left side.
When the two new lungs were finally put back in place, the onlookers watched as the emperor and the king of Qi's open chests were tightly stitched together with layers of tissue, muscle, and skin...
Finally, after wiping away the blood, only a straight and fine suture mark remained on the chests of the two men.
After two full hours, the silence so quiet that one could hear a pin drop was finally broken.
The hospital envoy's voice was shaking uncontrollably: "Divine Doctor... Your Majesty and Your Highness...are you all right?"
"I'm safe." Pei Yixue took off her blood-stained gloves. "Once the anesthetic wears off, she will wake up."
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