Mr. Zhao woke up. When the anesthesia wore off, he couldn't help but groan at the pain between his anus and balls.
"Dad? Dad, are you awake?" Zhao Xian quickly stood up and asked with concern.
"Well, Mr. Cheng, the disease of old age..."
Old man Zhao reluctantly showed a weak smile, looked around, and soon saw Cheng Chubi dressed in strange white clothes.
"Old man, please rest assured that the operation has been successful. I have successfully removed your diseased prostate."
Cheng Chubi smiled at Mr. Zhao and pointed to the side. "It has been handed over to your son."
"Then the old man won't be tortured by gonorrhea anymore, right?" Mr. Zhao carefully wanted to confirm the situation.
Seeing Cheng Chubi nodding his head with great determination, Mr. Zhao let out a sigh of relief.
"I have worked hard for you, Mr. Cheng. He is old and decrepit. There is really nothing he can do to repay you."
"I would like to express my gratitude to Mr. Cheng for his great kindness..." Mr. Zhao's wife, who was in her early sixties, saluted Cheng Chubi with tears streaming down her face.
"Okay, old lady, you must not do this. Zhao Xian, come and help your mother, you two can talk first."
Cheng Chubi dealt with the Zhao family members who had gathered around him, reminded Zhao Xian and then withdrew.
After all, the whole family was there celebrating their survivors with red eyes, and it was really not appropriate for me to stay there.
When the mood of the family calmed down, Mr. Zhao took a breath of exhaustion and looked at his eldest son, Zhao Xian.
His expression was very gratifying and his tone was very kind. "It's rare that my son can still remember that his body, hair and skin were taught by his parents like this."
"Well, where did you put my prostate?"
"Show me what kind of object it is that tortures a father to the point of death."
"Dad, here..." Zhao Xian brought the porcelain bottle and carefully uncorked it.
A strong but mellow aroma of wine instantly gushes out from the mouth of the bottle and fills the entire ward.
Elder Zhao couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. "It smells so good...but this is not what I want."
"Dad, your prostate is in the wine..." Zhao Xian handed the porcelain bottle forward with an innocent face.
The Zhao family with dull eyes said: "???"
Old man Zhao was salivating from the smell of wine: "???"
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Li Ke went outside the gate of De Palace and carefully looked inside, and saw his father immersed in writing.
He walked into the house quietly and sat upright, waiting for his father to handle his official duties.
Zhao Kun, who was standing behind Li Shimin, waited until Li Shimin finished correcting and put away his pen, then stepped forward and reported in a low voice.
Li Shimin then raised his head and looked at Li Ke in front of him.
"My son, please see your father." Li Ke bowed respectfully.
"Well, how's it going? How's it going with Cheng Sanlang?" Li Shimin put down the pen in his hand and asked, rubbing his sore wrist.
"Father, early this morning, Cheng Sanlang has completed the operation on Mr. Zhao and removed Mr. Zhao's prostate."
"When I left, Mr. Zhao had already woken up. After being checked by Taoist priests Sun and Yuan and Cheng Sanlang, he was fine."
"However, Cheng Sanlang said that the urinary catheter cannot be removed until at least seven days after the operation is completed, and only then will the effect of the operation be known."
"Seven days, right? Okay, then I will wait for another seven days."
Li Shimin also breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that this kid Cheng Chubi really has some real abilities.
However, Li Shimin was also very curious. Since ancient times, he had only heard of the internal organs, but not the prostate.
Especially since there is such an object in the human body, Li Shimin, as a resourceful emperor of the Tang Dynasty, naturally had a strong thirst for knowledge.
After asking Cheng Chubi in detail about his operation, Li Shimin asked Li Ke to step aside.
Li Shimin stroked his sideburns and pondered, if that old man Zhao could really recover from his illness.
This means that there is a solution to the gonorrhea that tortured my father and made him unable to sit still and made life worse than death.
However, if you want the third son of the Cheng family to treat his father, you must first give him a legitimate identity.
It seemed that he had to think about it and let Cheng Laosan have his name in the Imperial Medical Office.
But, let's endure all this for a while and wait for three more days. After three days, let's see what happens to the old man Zhao.
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For the next three days, Cheng Chubi stayed in the temple, paying attention to Mr. Zhao's physical condition at all times.
On the second day after the operation, Mr. Zhao could eat liquid food.
Goat milk and egg custard have become the necessary nutritional meals after surgery as explained by Cheng Chubi.
It wasn't until the third day that Cheng Chubi was checked again and confirmed to be in good health, so Cheng Chubi had time to go home and rest.
On the seventh day after the operation, Cheng Chubi came to Sun Simiao's Taoist temple again.
As for Sun and Yuan, the two Taoist priests, and Li Ke, His Royal Highness the King of Shu.
As well as several relatives and representatives of the Zhao family, they are all waiting here with great anticipation for Cheng Chubi's arrival.
After carefully examining the energetic and smiling old man Zhao in detail.
Cheng Chubi took out the medical kit, carefully sterilized and cleaned it, and then pulled out the urinary catheter that had been left in place for several days.
After pulling it out, Cheng Chubi glanced at the old man Zhao who looked a little nervous and seemed lost.
"Don't worry, old man. Relax. Zhao Xian asked your father to drink more water."
A group of people were waiting outside the ward, watching eagerly as Mr. Zhao carefully drank almost a kilogram of water.
Then, everyone waited silently, and a full quarter of an hour passed.
I don't know whether it was because of nervousness or other reasons, but Mr. Zhao, who couldn't feel the urge to urinate, was already a little restless.
"Mr. Cheng, how about you insert the urine tube for me again?"
Cheng Chubi was immediately unhappy. "Old man, don't fool around, be patient, and have more confidence in your own body."
"How about I drink some more?"
"Okay, okay...don't drink too much. Drinking too much water will cause poisoning..." Cheng Chubi shook his head helplessly.
Old Man Zhao drank almost another kilogram of water, and time advanced for almost a quarter of an hour as countless people waited for a long time.
Elder Zhao's expression began to change. "Mr. Cheng, I, I have feelings."
"...You just want to pee, right?"
"Yeah……"
Cheng Chubi breathed a sigh of relief, signaled Zhao Xian to help his father stand up, and handed Zhao Xian the copper drowning pot on the side.
After listening to Cheng Chubi's explanation, Zhao Xian understood it and calmly held the copper drowning pot, waiting for the old man Zhao to shush in a sacred and solemn manner.
Naturally, Cheng Chubi and others would not crowd into the ward to watch an old man poop, so they all left the ward and waited outside.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Xian's curious question came from inside.
"I'm nervous," said Mr. Zhao's trembling voice.
"Old Zhao, don't worry..." Cheng Chubi couldn't help but raise his voice.
"Yes, sir, don't worry, come on!"
A little Taoist priest couldn't help clenching his fists to cheer up the old man Zhao inside.
Farther away from the ward, all the family members of the Zhao family looked nervously.
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it in anymore..." Mr. Zhao was extremely flustered. He was really scared.
Afraid of the tortured feeling that makes one worse than death.
"..." Cheng Chubi looked up at the sky with a black line on his face. You are really pissing...