In the side hall, the melodious sound of the piano, the calming ambergris, and the comfort of Guanyin Maid could not completely eliminate Li Shimin's anxiety.

Every once in a while, Li Shimin would subconsciously turn his head to take a look at the leaking copper kettle, feeling that his days seemed like years.

Just when he was getting restless from waiting and wanted to read a book and express his feelings, there was a rush of footsteps outside.

"Your Majesty, I have come here to report to His Highness the Crown Prince that Young Master Cheng has taken out an arrowhead from the shoulder and neck of Duke Yi Guo. Yi Guo is fair and safe."

"Shoulder and neck...well, there is good news so soon."

Li Shimin glanced at the dripping copper kettle, from when the prince left to when he took out the first arrowhead.

Less than half an hour had passed, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I heard the good news.

At the same moment, Cheng Chubi carefully clamped the second arrowhead he found in Qin Qiong's body and slowly pulled it out...

Later, in less than a stick of incense, Li Shimin received news from two other messengers.

Only the last arrowhead buried in Qin Qiong's body was left, which was the one on the chest.

Even though it was still spring, and even though Li Shimin was in a cool room, at this moment, he was still so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead.

Li Shimin picked up the iced Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup handed to him by his eldest grandson, Li Shimin looked at the dripping copper kettle and couldn't help but muttered.

"In such a short period of time, Cheng Sanlang has already achieved this level. Isn't it too fast?"

"Mr. Guanyin, do you want Cheng Laosan to stop for a while and wait for Qin Qing to catch his breath and recover before continuing?"

Changsun Wugou looked at her husband, who was obviously a little confused. At this moment, she smiled gently, stared at Li Shimin, and spoke slowly.

"Fighting requires courage. One burst of strength will fail again, and three times it will be exhausted..." There was firmness in the gentle voice.

Li Shimin glanced at his grandson Wugou and couldn't help but smiled sheepishly. "I'm confused."

He raised his neck and drained the bowl of ice-cold Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup in one gulp, like drinking strong wine.

Changsun Wugou took the jade bowl and gently put his hand on Li Shimin's strong arm and said seriously.

"His Majesty has received his destiny, and Cheng Sanlang's medical skills have been given to him by heaven. It must be God's pity for the wise king and his loyal ministers, and they will definitely fulfill your majesty's wishes."

Such feudal superstition is surprisingly convincing.

Li Shimin felt relieved and cheered up.

"What Guanyin Maid said is absolutely true. If Cheng Sanlang can relieve Qin Qing's life worries, I will definitely reward him well."

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the leaking copper kettle, and couldn't help but muttered, "Why is it so slow?"

Changsun Wugou: "..."

Who was it that said a moment ago whether it was too fast?

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"Third brother, are you tired? Do you want to take a break?"

Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong, the two famous generals who were helping inside, were already covered in sweat because of the depressed and tense atmosphere.

"No, the kid is not tired. Let's work hard and see how much time has passed?" Cheng Chubi said, moving his somewhat stiff neck.

There is no shadowless lamp, and the assistants are not professional. I have to rely on myself for everything. It is strange that I am not tired.

But now, only the last part of the chest is left, which is also the most dangerous part. Cheng Chubi is in perfect condition, so he naturally wants to work hard.

Cheng Chubi's shout was heard outside, and he immediately replied, "I just lit the third incense stick."

"A quarter of an hour... is enough." Cheng Chubi took a deep breath. "You can take away the stethoscope and put it under your ribs to listen."

The fourth child walked around in a circle but couldn't see a suitable place for him to stand. He was dumbfounded, but Cheng Chubi was not happy anymore.

"Why are you so stunned? Hurry up and get under there and put the auscultation head here, right?"

"...Okay, third brother, is this okay?" Cheng Laosi could only crawl under the operating table, reach out and place the stethoscope on Qin Qiong's armpit, who was lying flat.

In this way, the positioning problem of Cheng Chubi and his assistant Cheng Laowu will not be hindered.

"Okay, just stay there." Cheng Chubi replied and saw Cheng Laowu scrubbing his skin with fresh lime water and then applying alcohol for secondary disinfection.

In an instant, the deep breathing sounds of intoxication and intoxication came from the side again. Needless to say, my father and Yu Chigong, two old drunkards, were blessed.

"It is indeed the essence of wine, so fragrant..." Yuchi Gong did not forget to comment at this time.

Cheng Yaojin chuckled and winked. "Old Cheng, I didn't fool you, did I? You weren't happy when I just let you in."

"..." Cheng Chubi's face turned dark. The essence of the damn wine...

This is an operation. The operating room needs to be quiet. If you want to brag, please go out and turn right.

Well, one is his biological father and the other is Uncle Yuchi, and I am just a relatively weak junior. Forget it, don’t care.

After muttering a few words silently, the scalpel in his hand was not slow and he already made an incision on Qin Qiong's chest.

"Gauze, hemostatic forceps... hemostatic forceps... gauze..."

As Cheng Chubi's voice sounded as calm as an emotionless machine, the operating room gradually became quiet again.

After pulling out the skin and muscle tissue and finally opening the chest, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but take a breath...

"What's wrong with the third child? Something happened?"

"Uncle Qin's pericardium..." Cheng Chubi saw it. He saw an arrowhead stuck between the upper and lower ribs.

This was nothing, but the sharp edge on one side of the arrowhead had already left several scars on Qin Qiong's pericardium.

If we go deeper, maybe something unexpected happens to Qin Qiong.

If the arrowhead falls into the chest, Qin Qiong will have no other option except kicking her legs and kicking her ass.

"Third brother, is this your Uncle Qin's heart?" Although Cheng Yaojin killed many people, this was the first time he saw a living person being disemboweled.

"Why are there so many scars on it..."

"Hey, I'll take a look at it, hey... why is Old Qin's heart so scarred?"

As the chief surgeon, Cheng Chubi was immediately overwhelmed by these two famous generals of the Tang Dynasty who were as strong as men and bears.

Cheng Chubi's face turned dark and he couldn't help but said anxiously, "Dad, Uncle Yuchi, please get out of the way, I want to get the arrowhead."

"Okay, okay, let me tell you, why is this kid so short-tempered?" Cheng Yaojin laughed and quickly gave Yuchi Gong a tug.

The Tang bully who almost forced the surgeon and his assistant out of the operating room gave up his position with a smile on his face.

Li Chengqian stood nearby, feeling like his heart was about to pop out. He looked at these two famous generals of the Tang Dynasty with a face full of admiration, smiling faces and talking and laughing calmly.

Sure enough, these guys look like pure men, but it’s a pity that I...

Li Chengqian quickly shook his head, throwing away this idea that was inconsistent with his personality. He was the prince of the Tang Dynasty, and now the world is at peace.

What is needed is no longer an emperor who is about to go to war, but a ruler who can sit in court, know history clearly, and rule the world with benevolence and filial piety.
Chapter completed!