Wei Zi was late on purpose, but the facts proved that ginger is still hotter with age.
Mrs. Feng asked Feng Danning and Feng Weihuan to accompany her while they waited for Wei Zi to have lunch.
This startled Wei Zi, and he quickly checked Mrs. Feng's pulse. After making sure that everything was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Afraid that the old man would have hypoglycemia, she quickly asked Aunt Guo to make a cup of sugar water, and asked the old lady to drink half a cup before she felt relieved.
"Xiao Zi, my body is strong and I'm fine."
"No matter what happens from now on, you must eat on time and go to bed on time." Wei Zi looked at the time and said, "It's already past your nap time. Go and have a rest after eating."
"You're always out here, so I can't eat well, and I can't sleep well." Mrs. Feng looked melancholy: "When can you come to live in the mansion?"
"Let's wait until we are done with this." Wei Zi served a bowl of chicken soup to Mrs. Feng: "It smells quite fragrant."
"Don't worry about me, just eat it yourself."
...
The meal made the old lady smile.
When Mrs. Feng fell asleep, Feng Weihuan pulled Wei Zi and whispered: "Grandma is always angry for no reason recently. No matter how hard my third brother and I try to coax her, it's no use. Only if you come here, sister Wei, will she survive the rain."
It’s like a sunny day.”
Wei Zi was startled. The pulse showed that she was in good condition just now, but after all, taking the pulse was not as accurate as modern instruments. If the old lady was emotionally unstable, the tumor might have increased and further compressed the nerves.
This surgery really cannot be postponed for long.
"Is the prince free now?" she asked.
"Father has been waiting for you and said that you can go directly after dinner." Feng Danning replied.
Wei Zi quickly went to find him with the Feng brothers and sisters.
*
King Yan had finished three cups of tea and finally saw Wei Zi coming.
"I have met the prince." Wei Zi saluted.
"No need to be too polite. You first see if these instruments meet your standards." In front of Wei Zi, King Yan personally opened a row of boxes on the ground.
Wei Zi checked everything one by one.
"What are these?" Feng Weihuan asked in Feng Danning's ear.
"It seems like surgical equipment..." Feng Danning replied in a low voice.
"So many..." Feng Weihuan was speechless.
The more Wei Zi looked at it, the more surprised she became: This level of craftsmanship is no different from modern times!
"Very good. It not only meets the standards, but also exceeds expectations." She nodded, smiled and said to Prince Yan: "Your Majesty, you did all the metal purification, right? Very good, you have worked hard these days."
"It's good if it meets the standards." King Yan didn't show it on his face, but with Wei Zi's approval, he finally let go of his worries.
"I can understand how to make these firearms, but why they are made in this way is still a bit unclear." He pointed to some styles of firearms in the last box and asked again.
Wei Zi thought for a while and tried his best to explain the manufacturing principles of various guns in simple language.
There were some things that were difficult to explain, so she took some paper and wrote down the formulas and calculation methods.
King Yan deserves to be regarded as an ancient science wizard. He actually understood everything and could even follow Wei Zi's ideas and draw inferences from one example.
Feng Danning and Feng Weihuan were both stunned.
"I know all the words they say, but why can't I understand them all together?" Feng Danning whispered.
"Haha, then you are better than me. I can't understand a word they say." Feng Weihuan faked a smile and looked at the sky speechlessly.
After a pause, he added: "But, do you think this scene is weird?"
