The third prince no longer hesitated, and even signed the "Operation Consent Form" with great joy - no matter how bad the outcome was, it would not be worse than the current situation.
The third prince was sent to the operating room. Shen Cong made pre-operative preparations for him and then left. The master did not let him be an assistant this time, but asked the 'Master's Wife' to go in and help.
Shen Cong thought, it was probably because these three princes were difficult to deal with, and the master was afraid of getting him involved. Anyway, as a qualified apprentice, he would do whatever the master asked him to do. If he was not allowed to do it, it must be for his own good.
In Mingruo's opinion, the third prince's surgery was very simple. Half an hour later, the surgery was over, and the third prince woke up after taking Ma Fei Powder.
Mingruo did a routine check-up and then said: "The operation was successful. I suggest you stay here for observation for one night and then leave tomorrow morning. Just come back for a review in three days."
The third prince had just woken up and was a little confused. After listening to Mingruo's words, he just nodded mechanically.
Mingruo called Lao Shen to come in to observe the third prince's condition, and then went back to the back house to change clothes and rest.
Si Haochen made tea, poured a cup and put it in front of Mingruo. Mingruo had just picked up the teacup and before he could drink the tea, he heard someone knocking on the door.
"Master."
"Come in." Mingruo took a sip of tea.
Nan Xing opened the curtain and walked in: "Master, that princess is here again. She said she wanted to see you for medical treatment. She just broke into the back hall and stayed there."
"You really don't think of yourself as an outsider..." Mingruo picked a piece of red bean cake from the plate and ate it slowly, "Just say that I am refining medicine and let her wait."
"Yes, Master." Nan Xing also felt that the princess was very annoying and always seemed unattainable to others. In the end, she had to beg the Master to see her. She was so angry every time. Could it be that he was Isn't it possible to use 'qi'?
"We are not a family, we don't belong to the same family. This couple is quite annoying." Mingruo shrugged.
"If you don't want to see them, just send them away." Si Haochen poured more tea for Mingruo.
"That's not possible." Ming Ruo smiled with crooked eyebrows, "Although I hate them, I like the money in their hands!"
"I am your husband and I am responsible for making money to support the family. You don't have to be like this and get into money..." Si Haochen poked Mingruo's forehead.
"Making money is my hobby, and it has nothing to do with whether I can support my family or not." Mingruo ate two more snacks and drank a cup of tea. Then, he wiped his hands and decided to pick up the wool of sheep No. 2.
Mingruo walked into the back hall and saw the eighth princess sitting there. She was dressed simply today without a veil. She just wore a hat. She looked like a hard-working beekeeper.
Mingruo walked to the table and sat down, taking the pulse pillow on the side: "Your Majesty, please check your pulse first."
The Eighth Princess was actually very conflicted about whether to take this trip. She didn't want Master Ming to see her disfigured appearance, but the wedding date was too urgent, and she couldn't bear such a huge burden and hurt the wedding.
Mingruo saw that the eighth princess had not made any move, so she did not urge her, she just waited quietly.
The Eighth Princess struggled with her thoughts for a long time, and finally raised her hand to take off her hat: "I hurt my forehead this time."
Mingruo gently and quickly removed the cloth bandaging the wound. The wound was actually not big, but the wound surface was uneven and looked a bit ferocious.
The Eighth Princess carefully observed Mr. Ming's expression and found that he was neither surprised nor disgusted, and his expression was very peaceful, making people feel reassured.
The Eighth Princess breathed a sigh of relief. She had really had enough of those maids in the past two days. When the imperial doctor saw her injuries, he showed a horrified expression. Mr. Ming is so good, woo woo woo. (Ming Ruo: You are so much.
I didn’t think about it. When I picked you up from the pit, you looked like your face was covered in blood, which didn’t even scare my sister...)
Mingruo checked it over and then said: "The wound has been treated well. The wound will be smoothed out in about two months. After that, I will use scar removal ointment for a month and it will basically recover."
The course of treatment mentioned by Ming Ruo is basically consistent with that given by the imperial physician.
The eighth princess felt a little desperate and sighed: "Mr. Ming, is there any medicine that can help wounds heal quickly?"
"This..." Mingruo looked at the system pharmacy and said, "There are some."
The eighth princess felt surprised when she raised her head and looked at Mingruo: "How long will it take to grow well?"
"About a month."
"Can't it be shorter?" The Eighth Princess said urgently, "For example, half a month?"
"That's impossible. The growth cycle of human skin is about twenty-seven days. No matter what medicine is used, it can't be faster than this time." Mingruo guessed that the eighth princess couldn't understand, so she had to explain, "It's like a flower blooming.
It takes more than a month, and even if you take careful weeding and fertilization, you can only make the flowers bloom bigger or more colorful, but you cannot make them bloom in advance."
Hearing Mingruo use flowers to compare her face, the eighth princess felt a little deer in her heart, her cheeks were slightly red and she said: "Then... if I use this medicine, what will the wound look like after half a month?"
Mingruo thought about it carefully: "The wound can grow flatter, but the new skin and flesh will appear pink."
"Is it possible to cover it with powder?"
"It's OK from a distance, but it's definitely not OK from a close distance." Mingruo shook his head.
Even if it could be done a day earlier, it would be worth it. However, the Eighth Princess trembled when she thought of the price of the medicine in Master Ming's hands: "I wonder how much this medicine costs?"
Mingruo took out the 'Epidermal Growth Factor Gel' packed in a small porcelain jar: "Ten thousand taels of silver per box."
The Eighth Princess felt a little at ease. Fortunately, it was not one million taels per box. She could still afford the medicine of ten thousand taels per box: "How long can one box last?"
"One month." This time I really don't want to cheat the eighth princess. This medicine will not be cheap in future generations. My price is just a little bit too high.
In other words, one box can cure this injury. The eighth princess expressed her satisfaction: "Okay, I want it."
"I have something to say first. This medicine can only promote wound healing and does not have the effect of removing scars." Mingruo felt that he had to speak clearly to save himself trouble in the future. "After the wound is flattened, you still need to use jade muscle cream or the like to remove scars."
The ointment will heal you."
"I know."
Mingruo asked the eighth princess to call the maid in, and personally demonstrated how to change the dressing, and then bandaged the wound with more breathable gauze: "This bandage should not be too thick, two or three layers are enough. You must wash it before applying the dressing every time."
Use clean hands before operating."
"Yes, I have remembered everything the young master said." Chunxiang nodded quickly.
"Okay." Mingruo bandaged the wound, put the remaining roll of gauze and ointment into a box, handed it to Chunxiang, "Put it away."
"Yes." Chunxiang took the box and held it carefully.
The eighth princess took out a banknote worth ten thousand taels from her sleeve pocket: "Thank you, sir."
