These days in Northern Qin, especially the Imperial City of Northern Qin, were really chaotic.
Over the past few months, it has changed owners several times, causing turmoil and unspeakable suffering for the people.
After Mu Bai returned, he was able to regain power from the second prince in such a short period of time.
On the one hand, it is because he is indeed capable, and on the other hand, it also illustrates one point, that is, whether it is officials or people in Northern Qin, the person they identify with the most is still his third prince.
Under such circumstances, how could Mu Bai leave everything behind and come here to help her?
What's more, she couldn't draw a design drawing for her extracorporeal circulation machine. Even if Mu Bai came, even if he had a pair of uncanny skills, he still wouldn't be able to make it without a design drawing.
The predicament in front of us now seems to be a dead end...
Back in the room, Feng Liye was still on the bed, but her eyes were open.
"If you sleep so lightly, it will not be good for your recovery."
Qingge sighed lightly, she should have known that he had already woken up when she got up next to him.
"It's not good for your health if you always go out at night."
Although the words were reproachful, there was not much in the tone of reproach.
Glancing at the box she held in her hand, Feng Liye didn't move her eyebrows and just asked lightly: "What is it?"
"Some... tools for treating patients."
Qingge was a little hesitant, should he show this thing?
If you show it to him, will he feel uneasy?
After all, this is ancient times, not modern times.
Modern people cannot accept heart surgery without any stress. As ancient people, they are even more accepting of incompetence.
But this operation can only be performed with his consent.
And he must accept it.
She hesitated for a moment, then finally walked up to him, placed the box on a low table not far from the bed, and opened it.
Knives, tweezers, pliers, and things that look like mirrors but don't look like mirrors.
And, some materials that seem to be used to bandage wounds, but don't look like it.
He couldn't understand and could only look at her.
"To cure your disease, you must..."
Qingge's eyes moved away from his face and landed on his chest, where the door to his heart was.
"Cut open the chest and operate on the heart."
She didn't say any more, but she thought about many words to persuade him, but when she really wanted to say it, she couldn't say a word.
Who can accept cutting open the chest and operating a knife on the heart?
The heart is such a fragile thing, if it touches it, the person may die.
She looked at Feng Liye and hesitated to speak.
Unexpectedly, after Feng Liye looked at her for a moment, not only was there no fear in his eyes, but instead, there was an almost invisible smile.
He laughs?
Qingge was stunned and couldn't understand what was happening now.
Feng Liye waved her hand, motioning for her to come over.
Qingge could only walk to him obediently and sit down by the bed.
"Don't pull me over. I know your physical condition. No matter how strong you are, you will indeed become weak at this time."
"So, you think my will is as weak as my disabled body?"
He was silent, not knowing what he meant.
Feng Liye actually sighed: "It seems that I have been injured for too long, making you feel that you have married an incompetent, sick and weak husband."
He still stretched out his long arms, pulled her over, and hugged her into his arms.
"Liye..."
"You can do whatever you want, but after I finish my own thing."
He lowered his head and locked his eyes on her face, which was firm, calm, and gentle.
"It's not that I don't trust your medical skills, but I know that any treatment method is bound to be dangerous. I just don't want to give myself the chance to leave regrets."
