Sun Simiao asked no more questions.
After confirming the position with his gloved left hand, his right hand moved the scalpel.
Blood flowed from the incision.
Fang Er quickly leaned in and used clean gauze to absorb it. wΑp.kanshu伍.net
Then he used a hook to pull open the wound, exposing the organs within.
The first sight of the opened wound made Fang Er freeze, and he couldn't help but look up at Sun Simiao.
Good heavens!
The intestinal abscess was actually appendicitis?
That swollen, purple section was clearly the appendix, exactly like what Fang Er had seen in a certain book!
Sun Simiao examined it briefly and shook his head.
Indeed, without this abdominal surgery, medicine alone would likely have been powerless against this disease. He then extended two fingers of his left hand and clamped the appendix.
Yellowish pus mixed with blood flowed from the tip of the appendix.
It was perforated?
Damn, this move by Old Sun, though it was his first time, was enough to crush later Western doctors who relied solely on instruments!
He had only touched the abdomen to find the exact location.
And by just feeling the pulse, he knew the severity of the appendicitis. Truly amazing!
After cutting off the appendix with one stroke, he sutured the wound, flushed it twice with warm saline, and then extended a hand to Fang Er.
"Bring it!"
Fang Er was bewildered: "What?"
"Cefalexin!"
"Oh!"
He quickly reached into his pocket and took out two capsules.
After handing them to Old Sun, it dawned on him: wait, how did Old Sun know he carried them?
Old Sun just gave him a look, then crushed the two capsules, poured the powder into warm saline to dissolve it, and flushed the wound on the abdomen one more time before suturing the incision.
The entire process was watched by the burly woman standing nearby, so terrified she couldn't speak a complete sentence.
Was this Sun Zhenren a celestial being who could bring the dead back to life, or a demon from hell!
To cut out intestines from a living person's belly!
"Hey! Your wife's root cause of illness has been removed. Take good care of her," Sun Simiao called out to the burly woman after securing the IV needle in Sun Shi's hand.
"Oh! Yes, thank you, Sun Zhen-devil!"
"Ah, no, thank you, Sun Zhenren!"
The burly woman unconsciously revealed her inner thoughts about Sun Simiao.
Fang Er almost burst out laughing upon hearing it.
Recalling the surgical scene, Sun Zhenren, Sun Evil Spirit?
Sun True Ghost!
Holy cow!
I'd give that name 82 points, and the remaining 18 for a "666"!
Sun Simiao walked out of the studio with a dark expression, Fang Er following behind him, his mouth twitching.
Outside the door, Cheng Yaojin saw the door open and Sun Simiao and Fang Er emerge one after the other, covered in blood. He froze.
Trembling, he pointed at them: "You, you, what did you do to Cuihua!"
"Brother, Madam's root cause of illness has been removed. With good care, she'll be fine in a few days," Fang Er quickly explained, afraid of a misunderstanding.
"Your, your bodies are covered in blood?" Cheng Yaojin stared with wide eyes.
These two were fine. The blood must be his wife's. With so much blood loss, how could she be well?
"Wait!"
Seeing that he had indeed misunderstood, Fang Er turned and went back into the studio. He returned with a metal tray and presented it to Cheng Yaojin.
"Here, this was cut out from Madam's belly. This thing caused all the trouble. Without removing it, Madam probably wouldn't have lived for three more days."
"From her belly? Cut out?"
Cheng Yaojin's eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot!
The great general, who had killed countless enemies, fainted from being shown the appendix cut from his wife's body.
Fang Er was speechless.
Another burly woman guarding the door silently helped Cheng Yaojin up, walked to the corner, and sat down, letting Cheng Yaojin lie in her arms while she worriedly looked towards the studio.
Sun Simiao removed his gloves and casually tossed them into a nearby trash can. He said to Fang Er, "This old Daoist will return to the palace. If there's anything, just send someone to inform me."
Fang Er nodded.
After Sun Simiao left, Fang Er had someone open the room next to the studio, set up a bed inside, and had the burly woman from the Cheng residence carry Cheng Yaojin into it.
One had to admit, that woman was truly strong.
She carried the nearly two-hundred-pound Cheng Yaojin like a baby with ease!
Changing into a new pair of gloves, Fang Er entered the studio and collected Old Sun's surgical tools. These would need to be taken home, sterilized, and then sent to Old Sun in the palace.
By the time Old Sun returned to the Imperial Medical Bureau, it was almost midnight. Thanks to the waist token given by Li Shimin when he went to the Cheng residence, he could travel unimpeded within Chang'an city.
Several duty imperial physicians at the Imperial Medical Bureau rushed to greet him upon seeing Old Sun return.
"Sun Zhenren, how is Madam Cheng's condition?"
They had accompanied Old Sun to see Madam Sun's illness, but were helpless and retreated to the Imperial Medical Bureau as their presence was useless. Seeing Sun Simiao return, they couldn't help but inquire.
"The necrotic intestinal abscess has been removed by this old Daoist, and she is out of danger," Old Sun said, walking to his bed and sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes to rest.
It wasn't him being pretentious; he was genuinely exhausted. The life-saving acupuncture had consumed a great deal of his mental energy.
Otherwise, Madam Sun might not have held on until Cheng Yaojin returned and agreed to the surgery. The pus pocket flowing into her abdominal cavity could have taken her life at any moment!
Seeing his fatigue, despite their curiosity, these imperial physicians dared not disturb his rest.
This was a gynecologist renowned for his skill in performing cesarean sections. If his rest was disturbed and he made a mistake during the Empress's childbirth, a hundred heads wouldn't be enough to atone!
The next morning, Li Shimin summoned Sun Simiao to inquire about Madam Sun's condition.
Upon learning the details of the treatment, he was utterly astonished! He had heard of the fatal nature of acute intestinal abscesses, but never imagined Sun Simiao could cure it so easily.
Recalling that Changsun Ling'er had mentioned Sun Simiao performing a cesarean section in Shenyang, Li Shimin instructed Sun Simiao to remain in the palace and sent for several imperial physicians before rushing to Fang Family Village.
Old Sun had left, Old Cheng had fainted, and Madam Sun had just undergone surgery. Fang Er dared not leave, spending the night playing "Dou Dizhu" (Fight the Landlord) with Qi Sui and the others by candlelight.
When Li Shimin arrived, he could hear their card-playing sounds from afar.
"Fang Er: One three!"
"Qi Sui: One four!"
"Little Soldier: Wang Zha! (King Bomb)"
"Qi Sui: Damn it, the Duke is the landlord, and you bomb me? Are you out of your mind!" He then slapped Little Soldier on the head.
Little Soldier silently shed two tears of sorrow and casually played a five.
"Qi Sui: ......"
"Fang Er: Pfft~~"
He spat out a mouthful of Dongpeng.
"Hahahaha, damn it, Qi Sui, this is the soldier you lead!"
"Hahahaha, this is hilarious!"
"Wuwuwuwu, I don't know how to play. Battalion Commander Qi made me play. Do you want to see the Dongyue birds the Duke rewarded me? I won't play! Duke, did you see? The Battalion Commander beat me silly all night!"
Little Soldier threw down his cards, hugged two bottles of Dongpeng on the ground, and squatted under a nearby tree, complaining tearfully to Fang Er.