Dr. Zhao blushed and held Wei Mao's prescription in his hand, "I'm talking about you. You treated the patient randomly just because you were the Queen's disciple. Now that the patient has died, are you the one you're talking about?"
Killed?"
"Don't you feel guilty?"
"You didn't hear the patient's family crying? Do you dare to tell the patient's family that you did nothing wrong?"
Wei Mao was so worried that his hair stood on end. He asked Mr. Ji Zizhuan to perform the operation together. Unexpectedly, the patient died on the operating bed before the operation was completed. Why did this happen? He kept thinking over and over again.
After thinking about it from beginning to end, he felt that he had not made any mistakes, but he could not cure the patient. He had two surgeries in a month, both of which failed. Wei Mao was so scolded that he was dejected and did not know what to do.
Justify yourself.
"The Queen." Wei Mao raised his head and looked at Yang Mo behind the screen.
"I've already read the pulse report."
A clear voice came from behind the screen.
Yang Mo paused and continued: "After I read the paperwork, I asked Mr. Ji to consult with Tai Hospital to agree to the surgery."
Wei Mao nodded repeatedly.
Yang Mo said and asked the female officer to hand the document in her hand to Wei Mao, "I want you to write down everything you did during the operation and hand it to me. No step should be missed."
As soon as Yang Mo's voice fell, Wei Mao's palms suddenly started to sweat.
"Except you, Mr. Ji, and Hu Ling all have to bring me the written documents."
Wei Mao looked at the Queen behind the screen in surprise. He did not expect that not only would he do this, but he would also implicate Ji Zi Zhuan and Hu Ling.
Wei Mao suddenly felt that there was a stone pressing down on his chest, making him unable to breathe. It seemed that everything had changed since his master became the queen. He came to Baohe Hall very rarely. Although he taught them medical skills in person, he just couldn't breathe.
We are not as close to them as before.
Wei Mao walked out of the hall dejectedly and plunged into Baohe Hall. He thought that for anyone who couldn't understand, the Queen would speak for them.
The Queen should know better than anyone else how difficult it is for them to treat diseases with new medical techniques.
Was he really wrong?
Wei Mao finished writing a thick pile of documents before going into the palace again. Xiao Quan, Zhang Ge and others were waiting at the door, looking at Wei Mao with a pale face, "Brother, what did the Queen say?"
Wei Mao shook his head, "There have been many memorials in the Taiyuan Hospital. I'm afraid the Master...the Queen cannot turn a blind eye."
Master is now the empress, not only in charge of Baohe Hall, but also in charge of the Taiyuan Hospital.
Wei Mao smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid I won't be able to operate with Mr. Ji in the future." Mr. Ji was right to perform the operation. He arranged for anesthesia and medication. He must have made a mistake.
Baohetang is receiving more and more medical cases, and Tai Hospital is also learning Yang's medical skills. The more people know about Yang's medical skills, the more people want to learn, and then come all kinds of doubts. They
They already felt a lot of pressure... Now even the master is not on their side, what are they going to do?
Wei Mao entered the palace anxiously and handed over the documents in his hand.
Seeing the sound of documents being turned over from behind the screen, Wei Mao waited quietly with his hands on his neck and counted his heartbeat. He finally couldn't help but asked, "Empress, Master, is there something wrong with the operation?"
"Wei Mao, do you feel wronged?" There was a moment of silence behind the screen, and a clear voice came immediately.
Wei Mao lowered his head.
Yang Mo stood up and stepped out from behind the screen.
Wei Mao, who was sitting on the chair, quickly stood up and saluted.
"Wei Mao, do you think I should speak for you and protect you, because you learned every step of the operation from me. I just read the paperwork you wrote. If it were me, I would do the same thing. You learned it.
very good."
Wei Mao dared to raise his head after hearing these words. The master was still as before, with clear eyes and a firm and calm expression on his face. He would not panic no matter what happened.
"But just because of this, I won't ask you. Not everyone can use new medical techniques to treat diseases, and not everyone can take risks to operate on patients. You are not learning medical skills from me, just for me.
Medical skills, whether I am here or not, you should be able to carry forward the medical skills I taught you." Wei Mao and the others relied too much on her. She didn't want to see the development of modern medical skills in ancient times only when she was here. Yang Mo continued
: "At any time, you must withstand the questioning of others, keep your true intentions, don't shrink back, and move forward courageously. Only in this way can you become an outstanding person and an excellent doctor."
Wei Mao nodded with tears in his eyes.
"From now on, you have to start teaching students. To be a master, you must act like a master. Don't panic when you encounter something. You must believe in yourself, learn more medical skills, don't be put off by students, and cannot rely on you for everything.
I."
Wei Mao nodded, "My disciple has remembered everything the master said."
Yang Mo nodded.
After watching Wei Mao exit, Yang Mo looked at Mei Xiang, "How many documents are there?"
"Quite a few."
Mei Xiang asked the female officer to send the documents over, "There is also the document from Zhu Shan waiting for the queen to see."
I used to think that after entering the palace, she would not be able to see doctors freely, but now I know that it is not her identity that affects her, but the medical skills she has developed.
After handing over the alchemy furnaces from the Shangqing Academy to Zhu Shan and Xiao Ke, they started studying the matter and making peace. All kinds of things suddenly filled up her time. She spent most of her time reading documents or dealing with similar things.
What happened to Wei Mao today, with the development of new medicine, there are so many things to do, she is no longer just a female doctor.
"Have you told Wei Mao?" Zhou Chengling's voice came over.
Yang Mo put down her pen and turned around, seeing Zhou Chengling who had changed into regular clothes. Zhou Chengling didn't like wearing dragon robes in front of her.
Yang Mo nodded, "As I said, I'm still a little worried about letting them teach students. When they give lectures on Gewu Zhihe, I'll go and listen."
Zhou Chengling took Yang Mo's hand and said, "The palm lines are not messy, so worry about it."
"Do you still believe this?" Yang Mo said and raised his head, and suddenly found that Zhou Chengling seemed to have lost a lot of weight. There was a lot of trouble on the border these days. Dong Zhao led the army to quell the chaos. Military reports were sent to the capital one after another. Zhou Chengling almost
No time to sleep.
"It'll be fine after this time," Zhou Chengling looked at Yang Mo with a smile, "I'm going to the border to help Dong Zhao."
Yang Mo's eyes widened in surprise, "You want to conquer in person?" When no one was around, they called each other the same way as before.
She doesn't want highly political titles like emperor or empress.
Zhou Chengling also didn't like to call me "I" in front of her. She always felt that I, a widower and a solitary person, sounded lonely.
Zhou Chengling lowered his head and said, "This opportunity must not be missed before it comes again. After this battle, Western Xinjiang will be stable for fifteen years."
Men always like to expand territory and women have different ideas. Zhou Chengling is an emperor who is good at conquest. According to Zhou Chengling's words, the richer the country is, the more conquests are inevitable. We cannot let the Zhou Dynasty become someone else's bag.
Yang Mo nodded, as if she was obsessed with medical skills, she could understand Zhou Chengling's thoughts, "Then I will sew a cloak for you."
Zhou Chengling couldn't help but laugh, "Have you finished the robe you made last time?"
The robe she started making after entering the palace was supposed to be made before her daughter was born, but who knew that it was forgotten halfway through.
Zhou Chengling asked once with a smile, and later said, "My queen is not good at female beauty."
"It's too late for the cloak. I don't know if I can still wear that robe."
Yang Mo couldn't help but blush, "Then I'll wear it when you return to Beijing."
When sending Zhou Chengling out of the capital, Yang Mo personally prepared the clothes and utensils that Zhou Chengling would take away. Mrs. Dong went into the palace to see her. Speaking of the things given to Dong Zhao, she said, "They are just clothes and shoes. Her mother-in-law said it is important to bring a few extra pairs of shoes.
I made it all with my own hands.”
Yang Mo blushed when she talked about making it with her own hands. Dong Zhao's wife was very clever, but she didn't know anything. "I've also learned a few things, but if I can't do them, I just put them aside."
Mrs. Dong covered her mouth and smiled, "How can the Queen care about this? I still want to learn medicine, but my mother-in-law asked me to give up this idea as soon as possible. I learned these from my grandmother. My grandmother said that the most important thing is to wear clothes when the general is away.
shoe."
Yang Mo nodded. This time she must learn from the female officer. Next time Zhou Chengling goes out, she will bring him two pairs of shoes made by herself.
——————
I just got off the train and will send it out tomorrow.