Mrs. Feng’s so-called “meaningful” New Year’s Eve dinner is a dumpling feast.
"Have you eaten? Come, let's eat together."
Mrs. Feng warmly greeted the several imperial doctors who were staying there, and said with a smile: "It's a place to eat dumplings. It's so lively when there are so many people!"
The imperial doctors were frightened and wanted to refuse, but Feng Weihuan said: "Your head belongs to Sister Wei, right? She has eaten it all, so you can't refuse."
Then...it's better to obey orders than to be respectful!
As soon as the hot dumplings entered their mouths, the doctors were so exhausted physically and mentally that they almost shed tears.
It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten such home-cooked and warm food, and it was still on New Year’s Eve!
It’s great to have a boss with a strong family background!
"There are three caramel candies in the dumplings. Whoever eats them will be successful in the coming year." Mrs. Feng didn't eat many dumplings herself, but she worked hard to encourage everyone to eat them openly.
Wei Zi smiled but said nothing.
Not long after, the two imperial doctors ate two malt candies.
"Eh? Don't we have one at home?" Seeing this, Feng Danning ate dumplings harder and harder, as if he would definitely be able to eat the caramel to bring glory to Prince Yan's palace.
As a result, he was almost full without eating anything extra.
Slightly disappointed.
Just as Wei Zizhi took a bite of the dumpling, Doctor Jiang came in a hurry: "Mr. Wei, that child is almost out of breath. Go and have a look!"
Wei Zi swallowed half of the dumpling and said to Mrs. Feng: "Old lady, let me go and take a look."
After saying that, he and Dr. Jiang ran away in a hurry.
The smile on Mrs. Feng's face faltered, and she couldn't help but sigh.
Feng Danning was worried when he saw Wei Zi running out.
When he lowered his head, he saw that the dumpling Wei Zi had taken a bite revealed a small semi-circular object. Could it be just a piece of candy?
It turned out that the last candy, which promised success in the coming year, was actually eaten by Wei Zi——
No, she didn't eat it.
So does this good fortune still count?
*
Wei Zi examined the baby carefully and her heart sank: it was respiratory distress syndrome!
The child is too young to take medicine and can only be given injections.
After the set of injections was completed, the child was better, but the symptoms were still there, and Wei Zi could not guarantee that he would be fine.
Looking at the situation now, I am afraid that I will need surgery.
However, the surgical equipment is not ready yet.
Thinking of this, Wei Zi ran back again, praying silently in her heart: I hope Mrs. Feng and the others haven't left yet.
His luck was not too bad, everyone in Prince Yan's Mansion was preparing to get on the carriage.
"Your Majesty!"
Wei Zi stopped the people, briefly told King Yan about the baby's situation, and asked him: "Can you make a set of surgical instruments for children as soon as possible?"
King Yan did not agree or refuse, he just asked: "How is it?"
Wei Zi knew that he couldn't explain clearly, so he took King Yan back to the house, found pen, ink, paper and inkstone and drew it, and marked the big and small data.
"How long do you think it will take to make these?"
"It depends on what effect you need to achieve and keep improving. Then there is no upper limit to the time. If it is just for emergency use, three to five days will be enough..."
"Can it be faster? The child can't wait that long."
"Two days at the earliest, no sooner."
"Thank you, Your Majesty! I will prolong this child's life for now, and wait for you to prepare these tools to treat his illness immediately."
King Yan was speechless: "..."
Did he agree? How come he has all the plans lined up?
Forget it, it's not easy to look at her, so let's help her this time.
