After entering the studio, he gave the soup to Yan Liben to drink, taking advantage of this opportunity.
Mrs. Wen then told her about her promise to her eldest sister to have her paintings engraving and printed.
After saying this, Mrs. Wen looked pitiful and looked at Yan Liben, who was holding the soup bowl with a dumbfounded expression.
"...Husband, husband?"
"Madam, how many did you say you printed?" Yan Liben quickly swallowed the last mouthful of soup and asked.
"Husband, I told my eldest sister that this is my husband's painting and you cannot print more..."
"Why can't you print more?" Yan Liben couldn't help but became a little anxious, patted the table with his big hand and stood up.
"Seal, your brother-in-law can print as much as he wants.
But one thing is that it must be printed vividly, and the portrait must be realistic."
"???" Mrs. Wen was completely stunned. She stared blankly at her husband who was standing in front of her and suddenly became very energetic.
It has been several days, and I have never seen my husband in such a high mood.
"By the way, the painting my husband gave you would be easily damaged if it were left to the craftsmen to figure out."
"But it's okay. I'll draw two more pictures for you, husband."
"...No, husband, wait a moment, don't you blame me?" Mrs. Wen was a little scared, always feeling that there was something wrong with her husband's current situation.
Yan Liben also noticed something strange about himself. Well, he was overjoyed.
In the past few days, I often think about how I had to draw another picture for Cheng Chubi that day.
As a result, the boy actually wanted to add that object on top, which was simply a blasphemy and defilement of the art of painting.
So much so that after returning to the mansion, Yan Liben had been feeling angry for the past few days.
After that, rumors spread that Cheng Yaojin would change his pockmarked face for his general.
The picture "Cheng Yaojin and Liu Xiaojin ward off evil spirits in the house" that he specially created with great care became the treasure that he cried and shouted to give to him.
It was also publicized at the family banquet when his family's old man Cheng became an official, and now it is almost known to everyone in the government and the public.
Yan Li was so angry that he wanted to paint thirty or fifty paintings of Cheng Yaojin's family and plaster them all over the doors and windows of his house.
It would be best to put one up even on the latrine. But the problem is, if it gets spread, it will definitely damage your reputation.
But it was hard to swallow this breath, and the result was unexpected.
Madam's brother-in-law's actions indeed made Yan Liben see another way to vent his anger.
Yan Liben smiled casually and said calmly and comfortably.
"I blame you for what you did. If you think this thing can ward off evil spirits in the house, it is naturally a good thing. As a husband, I will naturally support it..."
Seeing her husband's cheerful expression, Mrs. Wen breathed a sigh of relief and responded to her husband with a smile. However, the next moment, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"But husband, that big evil... Well, General Cheng, will you blame your husband?"
Yan Liben raised his eyebrows. "Ha...General Cheng loves this painting very much."
Come to think of it, I definitely wouldn't mind having my image spread in the market."
"Tell your brother-in-law, the more copies you print, the better. Three to five thousand copies is never too little, and three to fifty thousand copies is never too many."
Seeing her husband, who was in high spirits and gritting his teeth while speaking, Mrs. Wen's heart ached.
"Husband, has that evil man provoked you again?"
"It has nothing to do with him, but it has something to do with his son.
Let’s not talk anymore…it’s still early today, let’s go, I will accompany you to visit your sister and brother-in-law.”
"But before that..." Yan Liben raised his eyebrows and picked up the brush, full of fighting spirit.
"I'm going to draw another one, which will definitely be more complete than the previous ones. How about giving it to your sister?"
"Ah? Oh... you are a good husband." Mrs. Wen looked at her talented husband with a look of pity on her face, gritting her teeth and swiping her pen ink.
It's all the fault of the family named Cheng, which made the husband, who has always been aloof and aloof, anxious. It's really...
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"Mr. Zhao, the time has come, it's time to hit the road."
Cheng Chubi nodded slightly towards Mr. Zhao and quickly left the ward.
"Xian'er, let's go..." Mr. Zhao felt quite uneasy inside.
However, he was particularly looking forward to this operation that would make his pain go away.
Zhao Xian quickly lifted up the urinal with the urinary tube connected to it, and supported the old man Zhao with his other hand.
Walking towards the operating room not far away, standing in the middle of the open space.
Elder Zhao was wearing a hospital gown specially designed for surgery, which was of course customized according to Cheng Chubi's request.
This is of course not Cheng Laosan's bad taste, but because this hospital gown comes in two pieces and is much easier to put on and take off than a long gown.
After entering the operating room, they saw Cheng Chubi and others who were already fully armed.
Seeing this group of people dressed in white clothes, white hats, and wearing white masks on their faces, Mr. Zhao felt that his legs were a little weak for no reason.
Wouldn't it be unlucky? Mr. Zhao really wanted to say such a thing, but after all, he just thought about it.
The pale-faced old man Zhao sat on the operating table, looking like he was hesitant to speak. It seemed that he was anxious before the operation.
Cheng Chubi handed over the bowl of mafu powder. "Old Zhao, if you regret it, the disease will never be cured."
Hearing this, Mr. Zhao took a deep breath and took the Ma Fei Powder mixed with the smell of medicine and strong alcohol.
Zhao Xian watched helplessly as his father raised his neck and drank the hemp powder in one gulp.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Cheng. I will leave it to you next."
Cheng Chubi nodded slightly, handed the empty bowl to Cheng Laoqi next to him, and signaled Zhao Xian and himself to straighten the old man up.
After waiting for a short time, Mr. Zhao's breathing began to become slower and longer.
Cheng Chubi took a deep breath and glanced at everyone in the operating room.
This time, Cheng Liang and Zhao Xian stood aside to help, doing some rough work like pulling hooks.
But the four and five six were still performing their duties. As for Taoist priests Sun and Yuan, they finally shamelessly went to the operating room to observe.
As for Li Ke, the prince appointed by Li Shimin to supervise the formation, he was still standing behind the first gauze curtain.
"Get ready, remember, you must not make any noise during the operation.
All actions must be followed by my command, do you understand?"
After hearing everyone's unanimous answer, Cheng Chubi nodded with satisfaction.
He picked up the scalpel and began the first prostatectomy in the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty.
The surgical site is not large and the surgical field of view is also very narrow, except for Cheng Chubi.
Almost no one could clearly see the condition of the area where Cheng Chubi performed the surgery.
The two Taoist priests stood not far from Cheng Chubi, their necks stretched sorely.
It was difficult to see clearly, so I could only continue to squat in the same place angrily.
Accompanied by Cheng Chubi's voice, there were instruments, gauze, and cotton balls...
These are the surgical tools used by Cheng Chubi to solve the patient's pain. Everyone remained quiet.
In the ears, you can occasionally hear the slight sound of metal instruments colliding and rubbing.
Finally, when beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, Cheng Chubi took advantage of the sunlight coming in near noon.
In the surgical field reflected, I saw the prostate exposed...
PS: I recommend a novel by a young man, also from the Tang Dynasty, titled "The New Wealthy Family of the Tang Dynasty".