Chapter 372 Fanwai: Long Xiang Shou (Part 2) Must Watch
It took the driver another two days to reach Beijing.
After entering the palace, Yang Mo personally arranged the affairs in the palace. Zhou Chengling still felt nauseous every day. Yang Mo's morning sickness was much better, but the sadness made her breathless and her heart was always uncomfortable.
In the past, Zhou Chengling was always afraid that she would have a heart problem. Could it be that he had guessed that she had a heart problem just like today.
Yang Mo had no time to think about it.
"The empress said that if the emperor's head disease occurs again, he will need surgery..."
Yang Mo nodded, and drilling into the skull to open a window to reduce intracranial pressure seemed to be the best way now. Yang Mo couldn't be sure how sure she was. There was still a limit to what she could do here, and she couldn't find anything that occupied the intracranial space.
It's all empty talk.
She and Ji Zizhuan had to try to open the patient's skull, but the results were not very good.
If you can't locate or find the lesion, you don't know where to start, and you can't drill holes endlessly to search. That's not curing the disease and saving lives, it's torture.
We must make all preparations now, and then we will have no choice but to fight hard.
In the operating room, the blood and medicines that will be used for the instruments are all ready. Yang Mo spends most of the time with Zhou Chengling. It is torture for both Zhou Chengling and her, but when they look at each other, there is no pain.
There is no sadness, only deep attachment.
They have walked such a long road together, from knowing nothing about each other to opening their hearts, step by step, with so many people doubting them until now.
The illness of Princess Xian is getting worse and worse. The strange thing is that the thing that Princess Xian remembers most clearly is what happened to her in the past two years. Every time she picks up Xuanhua, Princess Xian always tells Xuanhua about her and her
How to get out of the Chang family, how to open Baohetang, how to support the Yang family, they always said that it was a blessing for Zhou Chengling to marry her, and that it was a blessing for the people that she, the queen, could be in charge of Taiyuan Hospital and Shangqingyuan.
She doesn't feel embarrassed when she hears these words, but feels sad.
Because she replaced Zhou Chengling.
She was willing to hear more about Zhou Chengling from Princess Xian.
Later, Princess Xian's mother said that whenever Zhou Chengling visited Princess Xian, he would mention her, so Princess Xian would remember everything about her clearly.
Her true blessing is that she married Zhou Chengling. Without Zhou Chengling, she would not be where she is today. Without Baohetang, there would be no harmony between things and things, and there would be no endless efforts to create new medicines. What she enjoys is her success, and Zhou Chengling has a shoulder to help her.
Bearing all the pressure.
Some censors even said that the emperor of this dynasty was more obsessed with pill pills than the previous emperor. Zhou Chengling didn't care about this. She often thought that without her, the emperor Zhou Chengling's work would be easier.
In this way, Zhou Chengling's illness will not worsen so quickly.
It was all her who made him spend so much effort.
If she had known this would happen, at least she wouldn't have let him try so hard to marry her.
"Chengling," Yang Mo lowered her head and looked at Zhou Chengling, "We are going to try surgery to see if we can cure your disease."
This day has come.
She held his hand, and his palm was very cold, and the coldness pierced her heart.
He held her hand every winter, but now his hand was colder than hers.
Just thinking about this felt like a knife piercing her heart.
Zhou Chengling wanted to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth. He just slowly closed his eyes and opened them again. She knew what he meant even without speaking.
After sitting like this holding hands for a while, Zhou Chengling put her fingers into his palms with his backhand, just like he used to warm her hands.
Such actions have become accustomed to him.
Yang Mo couldn't help but shed a series of tears into Zhou Chengling's hands. She didn't dare to look into his eyes, fearing that the beauty in front of her would make her even more sad. Yang Mo finally held back her tears and raised her head, seeing Zhou Chengling's bright black pupils, like
As if washed by water, her face reflected the same as when she first saw him many years ago.
Life is too short.
Why is life always so short, so hastily finished in one lifetime, so cherished but still lost.
After taking the medicine, Zhou Chengling's condition will improve temporarily. Zhou Chengling meant that all state affairs should be settled before the operation.
Yang Mo was worried about the situation of Zhou Chengling, so she returned to the inner hall to check on the way. As soon as she reached the door of the palace, she heard Zhang Erzheng's voice, "When the queen gives birth to an heir, she should inherit the throne. If she gives birth to a princess, she should open the imperial edict in the queen's hand.
Act according to what is written in the edict.”
Zhou Chengling nodded on the bed.
Yang Mo clenched her hands.
Zhou Chengling was explaining the funeral arrangements.
How could a person's life be explained clearly in just a few sentences? At the last moment, he was still thinking about her. He took out the imperial edict from her hand, and no matter which emperor ascended the throne, he would read it for her benefit.
"Does the emperor still follow the agreement he made with me before? If the edict in the queen's hand is used, the emperor will allow the queen to move out of the palace and does not have to move to Cining Palace."
Zhou Chengling nodded his head firmly again.
Zhou Chengling wanted to let her out of the palace.
Because he knew that without him in the palace, it would be a shackles to her, and now he wanted to remove the shackles from her with his own hands.
When everyone in the main hall was gone, Yang Mo returned to Zhou Chengling's bed.
Zhou Chengling was already very tired and leaned on the pillow. It took him a long time to call Yang Mo's name softly, "Molan, don't cry, don't cry..."
Only then did Yang Mo realize that her tears were flowing down again.
"You have to live. No matter what happens, you have to live. I can't live without you." Yang Mo bent down and threw herself into Zhou Chengling's arms and cried bitterly.
She didn't know how long it took before she felt Zhou Chengling's hand fall on her temples.
Zhou Chengling particularly likes to smooth her temples with his hands. From now on, perhaps no one will do this again. No one will tuck her quilt tightly in the middle of the night, nag her to eat more slowly, or tuck her feet in
In his arms, he held her hand while reviewing the memorial.
That person will be gone.
She is not afraid of the cold, but she is afraid of not having someone to lean on.
She had no confidence in the operation, and the results of the operation might be unexpected. She also had many clips made to clamp the aneurysm, but the aneurysm could not be found, so what was the use of these things.
Even so, Yang Mo still cheered up and her rationality prevented her from making any mistakes.
After explaining everything and looking around the prepared operating room, Yang Mo returned to the inner hall to pick up Zhou Chengling. Zhou Chengling was leaning on the bed and staring at the door. A smile appeared on his face when he saw her.
He is waiting for her, and she wants to go with a smile. Maybe this is the last beautiful memory left to them. She must keep it in her heart and look at him carefully, not letting go of a single bit. Even hundreds of years later, she will not miss him.
Can present today clearly.
"Chengling," Yang Mo stepped forward and took Zhou Chengling's hand, "Everything is ready, let's go!"