1240 Playing tricks, the little prince is in trouble
The eighth prince's operation went smoothly. Feng Qingchen only did the work of an assistant. Sun Sixing did not need her guidance at all. After holding the scalpel, Sun Sixing did not feel any nervousness, worry, or uneasiness.
Whether he was the eighth prince or an orphan without a father or a mother, Sun Sixing didn't feel there was any difference between them, because that was all he could do in front of the operating table.
Feng Qingchen is also a perfect assistant. Without Sun Sixing saying anything, she can hand the necessary equipment to Sun Sixing in the first place.
The master and the apprentice cooperated with each other very well. They knew what the other was going to do without eye contact, and it was obvious that no third person could come in between them.
Feng Qingchen took the time to wipe the sweat off Sun Sixing's forehead, and continued to stare at Sun Sixing's hand movements without blinking.
Sun Sixing has a good talent for medicine, but since it is her first time, she is still a little worried. Moreover, the patient is the Eighth Prince. If something goes wrong, the Emperor will definitely not let them go.
The operation went smoothly, but when the lip artery was being sutured, bleeding occurred. Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing's faces changed drastically. Feng Qingchen was fine, knowing that this would not be fatal, and immediately regained his composure: "Hold it down."
Sun Sixing was flustered for a moment, until Feng Qingchen's voice sounded in his ears, then he calmed down and did as Feng Qingchen said.
“Stop the bleeding!”
Sun Sixing did not hesitate, nor did he ask Feng Qingchen to take over. Instead, he calmed himself and followed the emergency plan they had agreed upon. Feng Qingchen was relieved to see that Sun Sixing was not panicking.
"After the bleeding stops, check the incision again. If there is no problem, suture it." Feng Qingchen stopped staring at it and went to prepare medicine for the Eighth Prince.
There were only two of them, and Feng Qingchen had to do all the work.
Sun Sixing nodded without saying anything, and stared at the Eighth Prince's lips again. After making sure there was no problem, he made a gesture to Feng Qingchen, who signaled him to sew it up.
The wound was sutured and wrapped with gauze. Feng Qingchen also prepared the medicine and a pain-relieving stick for the Eighth Prince.
Feng Qingchen rarely uses the painkiller stick. Whether it is Wang Jinling, Cui Haoting, or Yun Xiao, these people are the kind of people who bleed but don't cry. They seem to have no sense of pain in their bodies, so her painkiller stick is of no use.
But the Eighth Prince is different. He is still a child. He will definitely cry in pain after waking up from anesthesia. In order to prevent the incision from splitting, Feng Qingchen has to try his best to relieve the pain for the Eighth Prince.
The Eighth Prince was small, and his arteries were particularly difficult to find. Sun Sixing took great pains to get the needle in the right place and adjust the medicine bottle. Sun Sixing glanced at the Eighth Prince lying on the operating table, trying to suppress his excitement and pride, and said in a calm voice: "Master, it worked!"
"The operation was successful, Sixing, you're great!" Feng Qingchen praised without reservation.
Feng Qingchen is becoming more and more satisfied with her disciple Sun Sixing. What could be more joyful in this world than having a disciple with outstanding qualifications? Feng Qingchen is sure that Sun Sixing will be much stronger than her in time.
She, as a master, has to work hard, otherwise she will be left far behind by her apprentice.
The master and his disciple pushed the Eighth Prince to the outer room, changed their clothes, and then pushed the Eighth Prince out. As soon as the door opened, Imperial Noble Consort Xie stepped forward and looked at Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing nervously, "How is Little Eighth?"
Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, but looked at Sun Sixing. Sun Sixing was the surgeon, so of course he should be the one to announce the good news to the patient's family.
Sun Sixing was able to remain calm and composed on the operating table, but he was a little nervous when facing Imperial Concubine Xie, and stammered, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. The Eighth Prince is fine."
"But why hasn't he woken up yet?" Imperial Noble Consort Xie asked again.
At this moment, her heart was focused on the Eighth Prince.
I don’t think Sun Sixing is unconfident.
"The effect of the anesthetic has not yet worn off. In order to prevent the Eighth Prince from feeling pain during treatment, we gave him anesthesia in advance. The Eighth Prince will wake up in an hour. Your Majesty, please make way. The Eighth Prince needs to go back to rest now." When it came to the patient's condition, Sun Sixing spoke more and more fluently and confidently.
"Okay, I'll go too." Imperial Noble Consort Xie had her eyes glued to the Eighth Prince, not wanting to let go.
Just now outside the operating room, her heart was in a knot.
Sun Sixing's eyes fell on Noble Consort Xie's accessories, and he frowned and said, "Your Highness is going to take care of the Eighth Prince, so you'd better change your clothes first."
Noble Consort Xie was wearing a formal attire for a royal concubine. It looked pretty, but it was really not suitable for taking care of children.
"Okay, I'll go change now. What kind of clothes should I change into to make it more convenient to take care of the child? What should I pay attention to?" Imperial Noble Concubine Xie looked down at her clothes, then turned around and glared at the two palace maids sent by the Emperor.
If it weren't for these two women, she wouldn't have dressed like this, saying that she was too simple and it was a disgrace to the imperial concubine. Humph... Which is more important, the imperial concubine's face or her son.
Seeing that Imperial Noble Consort Xie had a good attitude, Sun Sixing spoke more casually. After saying a few simple words, he signaled Imperial Noble Consort Xie to move aside as he wanted to send the Eighth Prince to the ward.
Consort Xie followed along, and of course the guards followed as well, and then...
Feng Qingchen was standing there alone!
These people completely forgot about Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen looked at the group of people in front of him with sharp eyes, then silently withdrew his gaze.
Why... when she saw the picture of Imperial Noble Consort Xie, Sun Sixing and the Eighth Prince together, they looked like a family?
Is she dazzled, or is she dazzled?
No matter what, Feng Qingchen silently returned to the operating room and began to clean the operating room.
Wuwuwu... This was originally Sun Sixing's job, but now it has become her job. There is no other way, because Sun Sixing is now the chief surgeon and she is just an assistant.
After cleaning the operating room, Feng Qingchen prepared the instruments needed for surgery in the afternoon. They still had two operations to perform in the afternoon, and there was no time to waste.
In the next few days, Feng Qingchen seemed to have a feeling of returning to the modern era. Every day he had to perform surgeries, make endless rounds, and deal with endless illnesses.
There are quite a few babies born with disabilities, and most families will get rid of their children as soon as they are born. But not every parent can be so cold-blooded. Many families secretly raise their children, hoping that they can be saved in the future.
The appearance of Sun Sixing at this time was like a god to them. This time, Sun Sixing brought back sixteen children, not all of whom had cleft lip, some had other diseases. Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing were busy treating these sixteen children during this period.
Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing were responsible for seeing sixteen children and their follow-up treatment. The workload was simply unimaginable.
For three consecutive days, Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing slept for no more than three hours a day, which was a bit neglectful to the Eighth Prince.
Although Imperial Noble Consort Xie was dissatisfied, since the Eighth Prince was fine, she did not say much. However, the two palace maids sent by the Emperor were very unhappy.
After the Eighth Prince woke up, he was extremely difficult to take care of because of the pain from his wounds, so Imperial Noble Concubine Xie assigned the job of looking after the Eighth Prince to them. These two palace maids had no chance to sleep during these few days, let alone tamper with the Feng Mansion and steal the token.
The two of them did not get enough sleep, and they could not complete the task assigned by the emperor, so they were inevitably a little angry. That night, the two of them took care of the Eighth Prince all night long, and the Eighth Prince cried twice in the middle of the night.
By the time they calmed the Eighth Prince down, it was almost dawn. The two looked tired. After looking at each other, they looked at the Eighth Prince tacitly, with a hint of viciousness in their eyes...