Mo Mansion, second floor.

In front of the bed, Xia Qianqian put her hand on the young master's wrist, carefully checking the pulse.

The man on the bed was haunted by nightmares. He frowned, looked anxious, and his head began to shake from side to side involuntarily.

Mr. Liu, who was standing by, also had a trace of anxiety on his face.

Xia Qianqian stopped her hand and looked at the struggling poor man, "Mr. Liu, it's exactly what you said. The depression in his brain is slowly expanding, oppressing his brain cells, leading to his insanity. If things go on like this, he will soon become insane.

It may cause irreversible damage to his brain cells."

Xia Qianqian shook her head and said regretfully: "By then, even if the Great Luo Immortal comes, I'm afraid he won't be able to restore him to his original state."

"Then let's..." Liu Laogang wanted to answer.

At the door, a figure suddenly flashed in. His voice was loud and eardrum-shaking, "What did you say?"

The visitor took three steps at a time, stepped forward quickly, waved his arm, and pushed Xia Qianqian off the bed, while he carefully held He Hongfei's hand.

He tried to lower his body and said kindly and comfortingly: "Fei'er, don't listen to other people's nonsense. As a father, I will definitely find the best doctor to treat you. You will be fine."

Xia Qianqian stood aside awkwardly. Mr. Liu held up his hand and hurriedly explained: "General He, don't be anxious. This Miss Xia has superb medical skills. She has ways to treat the young master."

Hebei turned his head and looked at Xia Qianqian with a pair of tiger eyes, "Tell me, you have a way to cure my son."

"Indeed!" Xia Qianqian said bluntly without saying a word, "However, this treatment method is somewhat dangerous."

"What's the danger?"

"Now, the young master has a blood clot in his brain. I want to use ordinary drugs to remove the blood clots in his brain. I want to absorb it through the body. The blood congestion is too big and it is already impossible to achieve."

"As you just heard outside the door, it will cause serious damage to the young master's brain tissue. He may have to live in such a confused state for the rest of his life."

Hebei's heart ached and he asked with a cold face: "What's your trick?"

"I need to operate on him."

"Operation?"

"Surgery?"

Hebei and Mr. Liu asked questions at the same time.

"Yes!"

Before surgery, the doctor must ask the patient's family to sign a preoperative surgery notice, informing them of the surgical process, intraoperative risks, and postoperative complications.

Hebei has the right to know this, and he can finally decide whether to take the risk or not.

Xia Qianqian looked serious and spoke solemnly as she explained: "During the operation, I will first anesthetize him with anesthetic to make him lose his sense of pain. During the operation, I will use a scalpel to cut open the skin of his head and cut it on his skull.

Drill a hole, use the hole to extend the suction device into the brain, and flush out the stagnant blood clots. After the operation, the skull hole is closed and the scalp is sutured."

This surgical procedure is simple to say.

Only Xia Qianqian knows that every step in this process is crucial and there is no room for error.

She briefly explained the operation process.

Hebei's face turned completely dark.

He did not ask her, but turned his head, stared at Mr. Liu with a pair of tiger eyes, and said sternly: "Mr. Liu, did you hear what she said clearly?"

Xia Qianqian said that she could cure the young master, but Mr. Liu never heard her talk about how to cure him.

This time, it was also the first time he heard of such a disdainful treatment method.

This kind of treatment process can indeed simply and crudely solve the symptoms of his brain being compressed by a blood clot and restore the body's functions.

But, craniotomy?

Drill a hole in the skull and insert the suction device into the brain...

Every step of this step is terrifying.

This...

This kind of treatment is more dangerous than dancing on the tip of a knife. How can we ensure the success rate?

"Mr. Liu, did you know her treatment method before?" Hebei's voice rose a few points and he said sternly: "Isn't that right?"

The old general had been on the battlefield for decades, and the people who crawled out from the dead had the strong coercion of the leader on their bodies. He shouted an order and made Old Liu tremble all over.

He hurriedly raised his hands and saluted, and said respectfully: "This is the first time this subordinate has heard of the treatment method Miss Xia talked about, but she..."

Hebei waved his hand, interrupted him, and turned to ask Xia Qianqian, "His Highness likes you, Mr. Liu also thinks highly of you, and you are confident that you can save my son. So let me ask you, have you ever done this kind of surgery for others?"

Have you ever done that?"

Xia Qianqian was stunned by the question.

As for craniotomy, in her previous life, she was a general surgeon, especially good at orthopedics, craniocerebral trauma, etc.

Therefore, there are one or two cases of simple craniotomy surgery like He Hongfei's on the daily operation sheet.

In that world, this was a highly skilled and common operation.

She has enough skills and sufficient resources to support her, so she performs the surgery with ease and without any stage fright.

But now in ancient times, with the medical conditions here, she had to wear multiple hats during the operation, and the surgical environment was also lacking, which increased the infection rate, etc. Therefore, the difficulty of the operation doubled.

In this way, He Hongfei's surgery can be regarded as the first surgery that she needed to complete independently.

After pondering for a while, Xia Qianqian said: "He is my first patient."

"The first case?"

Hebei sneered and looked at her with sharp eyes.

She is clearly a young yellow-haired girl, but under his strong pressure, she still maintains her small figure, with a natural expression and no trace of panic.

This courage alone made him a little impressed.

"Do you know who the person on the bed is?" He lowered his voice, and his deep voice was mixed with depressing and unquestionable anger.

Xia Qianqian looked calm and said, "He is a patient."

"To you, he is just a patient!"

Hebei's other hand was placed beside the bed, clenched into a fist. On the half of his arm that was accidentally exposed, veins were wrapped around the arm like small snakes, and it was covered with criss-crossing ugly scars.< /p>

Each scar represents every battle he has fought, and the blood and merit he has paid for the stability of Daqian Country.

"He is my only son."

Hebei said earnestly: "I, Hebei, have been stationed at the border all my life, and I have lived and died for the people of the Daqian Kingdom and the Holy One. Now there are only a few descendants in the mansion. I am just a single seedling. I am reduced to this because of the suppression of bandits."

As he spoke, Hebei felt sad for a moment. The eyes of the general, who was bleeding but not crying, were moist, "Now, his life is hanging by a thread, and I can only watch him in so much pain. He has no brute strength but can do nothing. What can you do?" Do you know the pain in your heart as a father?"

"Humph!"

He looked at Xia Qianqian and sneered: "The surgery you are talking about is unheard of, unseen, and even you have never actually performed it, so you want to do this to my son?"
Chapter completed!