The manager shook his head, "No, I don't know...no news has come, it's just that General Zhou saved the prince."
A big hole immediately opened in Dong Ji's heart, sucking all his hope in at once, "If this traitor had half the abilities I had when I was young, he would have returned with military exploits long ago. Why would anyone else need to rescue him?"
Mrs. Dong raised her head and stared at Dong Ji, as if she wanted to run into Dong Ji's arms and dig out his heart to see, "How long has it been since then that the Duke of Guo still said such a thing?"
Dong Ji's face suddenly turned pale, "It's only because of a mother like you that I could give birth to such an unsatisfactory son."
What kind of mother can give birth to a good son? Mrs. Dong looked at the mother and son at the door sarcastically.
In the past, she only heard other people's jokes. Having a doting concubine would make the main wife and children despised. Now this happened to her, which made her feel extremely ridiculous. The person she trusted the most in her life was actually
do such a thing.
"No matter what, Zhao'er is better than the master. At least when the master was away fighting, we, mother and son, prayed for the master's safe return. All glory and wealth are fleeting, and only people are the best. In those years...the master
Whenever he comes back from the war, the first thing he does is to lift Zhao'er up, so Zhao'er always runs in front, just to see the master first." Later, the father and son were not so close when they met, because the child grew up too fast.
, father and son missed too much time, so they became strangers.
Mrs. Dong looked at the young son crying in his mother's arms. She didn't know what was better than Zhao'er. Maybe it was because he had grown up in front of the Duke.
Mrs. Dong stood up and let her mother in charge support her before walking out.
"What are you going to do?" Dong Ji shouted.
A sad smile appeared on Mrs. Dong's face, "The Duke of Guo has only been with me for a short time, and I only gave birth to one child, Zhao'er. If Zhao'er has three long and two short children, and the Duke of Guo and the old man are by my side, I will be nothing."
They are all gone. I have to send someone to inquire about Zhao'er." Mrs. Dong said, raising her head and trying not to let the tears fall in her eyes, so as not to make her look weak. "If God has mercy on us and reunites mother and son, I think
I want to see my son immediately. If God wants me to give birth to a man with white hair and a man with black hair, I hope I can rush to see my son for the last time, so as to fulfill the bond between our mother and son."
After Mrs. Dong finished speaking, she walked out without looking back.
Dong Ji watched his wife's figure disappear before his eyes. Thinking of the ups and downs over the years, his heart suddenly felt sour. Dong Zhao's childhood appearance also appeared in front of his eyes.
When Zhaoer was a child, he hid in the corridor and watched him practice his gun. He pretended not to notice and was already happy in his heart. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye...
"master."
The sweet voice brought Dong Ji back from his thoughts. The concubine and his son were still kneeling in the yard and looking at him sadly.
"If Madam doesn't want us here, we'd better go back!"
Dong Ji immediately frowned again, "I still have the final say in this family," he said, instructing his servants to arrange for the concubine and his son to live there. "We must take good care of it and make sure nothing goes wrong."
Mrs. Dong returned to her room to pack her things, and the housekeeper's mother inquired about the news and came back: "I heard that the prince was seriously injured. Although Baoding Mansion is close to the capital, some news is not accurate, so we should wait a little longer..."
Mrs. Dong was already panicking, cold sweat was pouring out of her body, her heart was like crawling with many bugs, it was indescribably uncomfortable to be crowded there, unable to stand or sit down, "Go to Baohe Hall, go to Baohe Hall!"
"
Madam, what is happening? Are you crazy and anxious? "Madam, what are you doing at Baohe Hall at this time?"
"If Zhao'er is injured, the one who can save him must be Yang. Only Yang can save his life. As long as I go to Baohe Hall early, I can see Zhao'er early."
The mother in charge's hands were shaking, "Then if... the prince is fine..."
Mrs. Dong's eyes fell on the face of the steward's mother, "You want to say that if Zhao'er dies, he will be brought to the house, right?"
The steward's mother's eyes turned red and she hurriedly shook her head, "That's not what I meant. I'm sure everything will be fine for the prince."
Mrs. Dong suddenly smiled, "Then I don't believe it either. I won't believe it until Grandma Ten takes him to Baohe Hall and says there is no way he can be saved. So if he goes back directly to the house, he will have someone carry him directly to Baohe Hall. I will wait for him there."
."
The madam was so anxious that the mother in charge felt as if a stone was weighing on her heart. She hurriedly stretched out her hand to help Mrs. Dong, "Madam, please be more open-minded and don't be too sad."
"I regret," Mrs. Dong was about to burst into tears, "I regret not going to propose marriage to Yang for Zhao'er. If Yang entered our family, now Yang is in Baoding and is with Zhao'er, I would not feel like it.
In such a panic, as long as I think about the two of them being together, whether life or death, Zhao'er will not feel lonely, and I feel... much more comfortable... When Zhao'er was born, there was a lot of excitement around him, Wen Zhenggong's house had an heir, the old lady and
The old lady is so happy. If Zhao'er really left at a young age, he shouldn't be too deserted. Someone should accompany him on the last journey."
At this point, Mrs. Dong couldn't help crying, "I can't bear to leave him."
…
Yang Mo sat on the carriage and looked at Dong Zhao's breath from time to time.
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and get to Baohe Tang. Dong Zhao needs penicillin to treat the infection. Abdominal exploratory surgery cannot be performed in the harsh environment here. He must go to Baohe Tang and have the basic surgical conditions before he can operate.
Looking at Dong Zhao, Yang Mo was worried about Zhou Chengling. If he stayed here for another day or two, he could see Zhou Chengling and know about Zhou Chengling's situation.
But Dong Zhao and General Fan couldn't wait any longer.
Now she only hopes that everything goes well with Zhou Chengling so that she can put all her thoughts on Dong Zhao and General Fan.
Salt water is continuously sent into Dong Zhao's body to maintain circulation in his body.
Wei Mao's voice came from outside.
Yang Mo has ordered Wei Mao to come and inform her of General Fan's situation every once in a while.
"How about it?"
"My breathing is fine and my heartbeat is normal. I used a bottle of blood and a bottle of salt water."
Yang Mo said: "How long until we reach the capital?"
"About an hour."
Yang Mo raised the curtain and looked at the sky. She couldn't go to Beijing before dark, so how could she perform the surgery?
"Jiang Ping." Yang Mo shouted in a low voice.
Jiang Ping, who was outside the carriage, immediately responded, "First ride to Baohe Hall and ask Shopkeeper Jiang to find more crystal lamps. I'm afraid I will have to light the lamp for surgery at night."
As soon as Yang Mo finished speaking, Jiang Ping immediately said: "Master Shi has already given instructions. If he cannot enter Beijing before dark, grandma Shi will be asked to go back to the Yang family's ancestral home. Before he fell ill, he had prepared a room for grandma in the ancestral home...
Later, when I found out that I was sick, I asked people to take away the things. During this time, I asked people to discuss how to make the operating room better. Now grandma is anxious to use it. Just now... I ordered people to go back and prepare.
, when grandma arrives in Beijing, she will definitely be able to use it."
Before Zhou Chengling fell ill, he said he was going to take her to see something. Could it be this?
This fool, when he took away the things at that time, was already thinking of not marrying her. Yang Mo only felt sour and happy in her heart.
The carriage entered Beijing quickly.
The originally bustling street suddenly became quiet. Yang Mo opened the curtain and looked around, only to see that the crowd automatically separated to both sides, so that Baohetang's carriage could pass smoothly.
The car stopped at the ancestral home of the Yang family. There was a torch burning in front of the Yang family's door, illuminating everything around them very clearly.
Yang Mo immediately got out of the car and ordered people to carry Dong Zhao and General Fan in.
Aunt Lu, who was waiting there, immediately came up to see Yang Mo, "I couldn't believe you said you were coming back."
"Is the house ready?" Yang Mo asked hurriedly.
Aunt Lu nodded, "Okay, okay."
Yang Mo hurriedly walked to the yard, and Ji Zi Zhuan came over to meet him, "The surgical tools are all ready, as well as useful cloths and disinfectant."
Yang Mo said: "We need to prepare blood first. If there is bleeding during the operation, we need to transfuse blood immediately. We also need to prepare penicillin and anesthetics. If the patient wakes up during the operation, he will definitely give anesthetics."
Ji Zi wrote: "Old General Fan and Prince Dong, who will Grandma Ten be willing to operate on first?"
No matter who does it first, the other person can't wait.
She has been preparing for a situation like today.
She has been passing on what she has learned in modern times to everyone as much as possible, in order to save more people. Her own power and life are limited. Only when people gather together can their power be infinite. Thank you for having a group of people around her.
That kind of people.
Like her, they value the patient's life and dignity above all else.
Yang Mo said: "We have to do the surgery separately. Mr. Ji will take Wei Mao, Xiao Quan and Hu Ling. I will take Zhang Ge, Qin Chong and Mei Xiang. Let the remaining doctors change their clothes and stand aside to prepare. Over there
If there is an emergency, go over immediately and help.”
Two operations are performed in one operating room.
This can only be arranged in an emergency.
Ji Zizhuan felt his shoulders immediately become heavier, but then his whole body was filled with boiling blood.
Grandma Shi trusts him, and he must do his best.
After changing her clothes, Yang Mo walked into the decorated room. She opened the curtains and squinted her eyes because of the shaking. There were crystal lamps above her head, and there were eight petal-like lamps hanging down in the middle of the room.
Zhou Chengling remembered every word she said, otherwise he would never have built such an operating room.
If modern colleagues saw such a room, they would be stunned and speechless.
This is not the inner courtyard of the palace.
It's not a paradise.
It is an operating room that can save lives and heal the wounded. Here they will save every life and allow them to continue to live. This is a place where miracles can be seen.
So if I look at this place, I think it is very beautiful.
Just praise it.
It was such a beautiful place, the most beautiful place she had ever seen in her life.
Now that the right time, place and people are available, Yang Mo looked at Dong Zhao lying on the bed and lowered his head, "I saved you once, I didn't want you to die in front of me just by saying something stupid. There are so many people waiting for you."
When you come back, many people want to save your life. Now I am here to operate on you. I have saved so many people, so Dong Zhao, you'd better not play tricks on me. You have to wake up well and do your best.
Prince Wen Zhenggong, I will be your Wen Zhenggong in the future. You want your descendants to live in a happy family, and you must do this to repay my life-saving grace."