The 46th Forging Surgical Instruments

  The bright sunlight outside the window came in and shone on Li Chengqian and others, leaving a dark shadow behind them.

  "After I finish drawing the picture, we can discuss this aspect further." Li Chengqian rubbed his forehead and said, "Next, the medicine you've prepared and the food, all need to be used to increase my mother's physical strength as much as possible, so she has the energy to get through the upcoming surgery."

  "Yes." Cao replied seriously.

  "Also, Old Sun was brought by me, and the Empress just acknowledged him. However, since he is not a palace physician, you should go through whatever procedures are necessary, and also inform Cao Dian, the imperial physician, about this matter."

  "Agreed."

  "Your Highness, Sun Daifu has returned with a good painting!" A eunuch came in and said.

  It seems that Sun Simiao still understands some rules and knows to let people come in and report. "Please ask him to come in."

  Sun Simiao walked in and handed out the drawings in his hand to everyone.

  Okay, don't expect a doctor's painting skills to be that high, although they are more advanced than the bamboo paintings drawn by a village official when making wheelchairs. However, after listening to the doctor's explanation, the village official still didn't understand what this set of surgical instruments looked like. Don't doubt that the village cadre has an underdeveloped right brain, as in his younger years, he was an expert who could appreciate countless black fungus through Matisse!

  Warm reminder: I heard that the right brain is in charge of visual perception. This reminder is for readers who are illiterate.

  After taking a look at Cao Japan's several imperial physicians with puzzled expressions on their faces, I understood that it was a problem of the barefoot doctor's painting skills.

  "That's right, Zeng Yi, you arrange for Old Sun to take charge of the construction and have the craftsmen build it according to his ideas," said Li Chengqian.

  "No, Your Highness." Zeng Yi turned his head towards Sun Si Mian and said, "Mr. Sun, please follow me."

  After seeing off Sun Simiao and his disciples, Li Chengqian said to Cao, "Cao Dianyu, you've been helping out Old Sun for the past few days."

  When he said this, Li Chengqian deliberately stared at Cao Riben's face. This old guy heard the words and was extremely calm, without any change, let alone seeing a hint of surprise, discontent, or resentment in his eyes.

  From being the royal chief physician to becoming an assistant to a barefoot doctor, without any resentment, either he is absolutely loyal and innocent, or he is a person with extremely deep mind. The one surnamed Cao is definitely not a person without mind, so Li Chengqian was certain that this guy was a person with a mind as deep as the bottomless pit!

  Bad guy!

  "No matter what ideas you have, or what interests you want to protect for the group of imperial physicians, or your chief position, I think you should understand that your basic responsibility is to cure the illnesses of the people in the palace. If you can't cure them, it's not that your medical skills are bad, but you've already failed in your duties. Having failed in your duties, what's the point of talking about keeping your position? Failing in your duties means all of you are guilty! This is what I call protecting the group interests of imperial physicians - a bunch of useless people!"

  "Since Old Sun has the ability to cure my mother, then we should help him and let him successfully treat the Empress. If anyone dares to make things difficult for Old Sun again, he will be adding crime to his crime. My mother's illness is the most important thing, whoever doesn't take it seriously, I have a way to make something grow in their belly too!"

  "Yes, we old men will definitely go all out to help Sun Dafu!" Hearing Li Chengqian's solemn words, the three surnamed Cao all knelt down.

  Li Chengqian waved his hand and continued: "However, Lao Sun was brought by me, and I'm not too sure about his abilities either. If you find anything suspicious, report it immediately to stop him. Also..."

  He lowered his voice: "You guys try to learn Old Sun's skills." He looked at Cao with a "we're our own people" gaze.

  The gloomy Cao Japan's face and eyes were very calm just now, but at this time they finally changed a bit, and his eyes burst out with excitement and joy, nodding: "Yes!"

  Yeah, it's pretty good!

  Warning and reassuring several imperial physicians with the surname Cao, Li Chengqian came out of the small room and returned to the Empress's bedchamber.

  Outside the dormitory, I heard a very loud and hoarse voice coming from inside. The person was speaking in a very loud tone, but what was strange was that they were drawing out each word for a full ten seconds before saying the next one.

  "Who is this, shouting like a pig and disturbing my mom?" Li Chengqian cursed as he entered the door, then fixed his eyes on a fat man.

  A round-faced chubby fellow with a broad body, isn't this Second Brother Li Tai?

  Li Tai wore a green brocade robe, facing the empress's bed, holding a piece of paper in his hand, muttering something to himself, and was scolded by Li Chengqian, turning his head stiffly.

  What is this?

  "Tai'er, your poem is very beautiful, the empress really likes it!" The queen said with a smile.

  "Thanks, Mother." Li Tai's face turned a bit green. "However, it seems that the Emperor has some opinions about this poem praising my mother?"

  The queen's face still smiled, stretched out her hand, "Tai'er, let mother take a look at your poem."

  She took over Li Tai's poem and looked at it seriously, as if she hadn't heard the provocation between her two sons.

  Li Tai's face turned green, and he was wearing a green robe. Looking at this fat man, he had a very "green" feeling. "Originally, I was just about to sing this poem for my mother to hear. Since the emperor has a high opinion, I would like to ask for his instruction!"

  "Do you have to shout so loudly for your mother to hear the poem you wrote?" Li Chengqian said with a bad face.

  "That was my heartfelt singing, never mind if you don't understand it, brother." Li Tai said disdainfully.

  "But it disturbed mom."

  Yang Fei interjected: "Don't worry, don't worry, your mother likes it that way, don't misunderstand, Crown Prince."

  "It's just, if you don't know something, then don't say it..." Li Tai hummed.

  He was mocking Li Chengqian's amnesia. Su He heard this and felt embarrassed for her man, her pink lips moved slightly, then she reluctantly pursed her small mouth and didn't interrupt. The Empress heard this, and the white hand holding the poem shook slightly.

  Looking at Li Chengqian, Li Tai's deliberately spoken words naturally entered his ears, but he didn't feel uncomfortable in the slightest. If you don't blindly scold others as blind, will your self-esteem be hurt? No, so Li Chengqian didn't lose his memory, and being ridiculed by Li Tai for losing his memory, he instead had some sneers at Li Tai not knowing that his brother was a transmigrator, and not only was he not stimulated but also had a slight sense of superiority!

  The queen smiled and raised her head, handing over the poem in her hand, saying: "Chengqian, Tai'er's poem is well-written, you should take a look!"

  Li Chengqian looked at the empress and saw that her small red mole was particularly fox-like! Fox is an animal, it's a noun, how did it come out as an adjective? Li Chengqian also found it strange, anyway he just felt that his mother was very foxy at this time.

  But Mother spoke, can't help but look? Li Chengqian took a look, with his right hand up, the title "Holy Mother" two words, followed by seven characters per line, four lines in total, a very elegant seven-law poem, highly praising his mother.

  It seems that this fat man is quite articulate, but no matter how he looks at it, the poem seems to be missing something. Li Chengqian furrowed his brow and suddenly realized that although the poem was beautiful, it was too monotonous. Even elementary school students knew that when writing about their mothers, they should compare them to the Yellow River, big trees, or springs, but this fat man didn't know how!

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