Wei Zhengdao: "Eighth prince, the imperial physician Duan He said that when he is treating the emperor, no one can enter!"

After finishing speaking, Li Chengfeng glared at Wei Zheng for a moment, and shouted: "Fucking shit! My medical skill is Shennong's alive. If I can't cure the disease, the river is in it, it's just messing around! Don't hurry up! Open the door and let me in?"

"Yes, yes, Eighth Prince, the old minister will open the door to let you in, but the rest of the people are not allowed in!"

"Okay!" Li Chengfeng nodded in agreement.

The reason Wei Zheng didn't let them in was because Li Shimin's injuries were too serious, and he didn't want Li Lizhi and the others to see Li Shimin in a panic.

Secondly, the eighth prince's medical skills are much better than the imperial physician Duan He's, which Duan He personally admitted.

If even the eighth prince can't save Li Shimin, then Li Shimin is really hopeless.

With a pious heart, Wei Zheng took Li Chengfeng into the attic.

In the attic, on a quaint bed, lay an old man with a pale complexion. This old man was naturally the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin.

Duan He treated Li Shimin's illness, and two accompanying medicine boys cooked soup for Duan He.

I saw that Duan He was holding an acupuncture stick in his hand, his hands were trembling, and he didn't dare to pierce it.

Dense Han water protruded from his forehead, and the medicine boy wiped Wei Zheng's sweat from time to time to prevent the sweat from dripping on Li Shimin's bed.

"Doctor, how is the emperor's condition? The eighth prince is here, please let the eighth prince see the emperor's condition!"

Wei Zheng hurried to Li Shimin's side, Li Chengfeng followed him, and saw a pale Li Shimin lying on the bed.

He had taken off his yellow robe and was wearing a white gown.

There is a slight bend in the left foot, which is obviously either dislocated or fractured.

There was a big bump on the back of Li Shimin's head, and a big bruise on the left side of his face.

"What's the matter? How did the father smash it like this?"

Li Chengfeng asked worriedly.

Fortunately, Li Shimin's physical fitness is tough after all. If other old men were crushed by that big rock, they would probably die properly.

Wei Zheng sighed, and said, "Oh, the Eighth Prince! It's a long story!"

"Don't worry, just speak slowly, I'll take the emperor's pulse first!"

"Duan He, give way first, let me treat the father's illness!"

"Okay, good eighth prince, you see a doctor for the emperor, and the old minister will help you!"

Seeing that Li Chengfeng took over the case, Duan He breathed a sigh of relief.

Because Li Shimin's injury was too serious, and he was the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, during the treatment process, there must be no mistakes.

Otherwise, if the emperor dies, his imperial physician Duan He, as the attending doctor, will also be buried with him.

Li Chengfeng sat on the edge of the bed, while he was feeling Li Shimin's pulse, Wei Zheng was talking about what happened to them yesterday.

Wei Zhengdao: "Early yesterday morning, the old minister followed the emperor to the south of Chang'an City, and came to Changfeng Village to inspect how the Grand Canal was being dug! The villagers said that the Grand Canal was blocked by Tianyue Mountain! So the Emperor walked down the ditch In the meantime, let’s check the terrain of the Grand Canal! The mountains are mostly rocks, which are difficult to dig, so the emperor thought, should we bypass the mountains and continue digging the Grand Canal, or open a road directly from the middle of the mountains?”

"However, at the moment of our discussion, a huge rock suddenly rolled down from Tianyue Mountain, directly pressing down the emperor! The veterans were all frightened, and hurriedly wanted to transport the emperor back to the palace! But the casual imperial doctor said that the emperor's injury is too serious to be overworked, so we sent the emperor to the Cuixian Tower in Changfeng Village to recuperate!"

"The old minister and Prime Minister Du Ruhui went back to the palace. The old minister invited the imperial doctor Duan He to rush all night to treat the emperor, while Prime Minister Du Ruhui stayed in the palace and announced that the emperor was injured. He will not be back for the next few days. !"

At this point, Li Chengfeng finally knew why Li Shimin was injured.

At first, Li Chengfeng thought about the conspiracy theory that someone was going to deliberately harm Li Shimin and threw a huge rock at him.

But the accompanying ministers said that no trace of the suspect was found on the mountain, so Li Shimin's injury was purely accidental.

"Eighth prince, how do you see the emperor's condition?"

Wei Zheng continued to ask eagerly.

Li Chengfeng shook his head slightly, and said: "The pulse is weak, and the lungs are damaged, but fortunately, the heart is not injured!"

Li Chengfeng squeezed Li Shimin's left hand, and said: "The left hand was dislocated, the right leg was broken, and the three ribs in front of the chest were displaced, and the kidneys were pressed! The spine was severely injured and slightly damaged, but fortunately it was not broken, otherwise it would be real." There's no way to save it!"

"This this…"

Li Chengfeng continued: "But the most serious thing is not the physical injury of the emperor, but the serious injury of the emperor's brain!"

Wei Zheng was too frightened to say anything. Duan He is also submissive.

As soon as Li Chengfeng came, he figured out all the injuries on Li Shimin's body in less than two minutes?

Li Chengfeng just took his pulse and touched the emperor's body, so he knew how serious the emperor's injury was?

Li Chengfeng touched Li Shimin's head, and said: "The emperor's skull has obvious cracks, and there is a large amount of internal bleeding in the brain. This is the main reason why the father fainted! If you put it in front of your eyes, the emperor is doomed and cannot be saved. ! But now, maybe I have a way to save the emperor!"

"What way? Please tell the eighth prince, what way?"

Wei Zheng and Duan He stared at Li Chengfeng with wide eyes.

A sharp light passed through Li Chengfeng's eyes, and he said, "Craniotomy, take blood!"

"What, craniotomy?"

"Huh? Craniotomy?"

"Ding, surprise from Wei Zheng, naughty value +120!"

"Ding, the shock from Duan He, naughty value +118!"

Both ~lightnovelpub.net~ looked at Li Chengfeng dumbfounded.

What is the concept of craniotomy? That is, open the head, and then perform the operation?

Just ask, what if a person's head is opened? Is that still alive?

In ancient times, the genius doctor Hua Tuo wanted to perform a craniotomy on Cao Cao. Cao Cao, who was suspicious by nature, ordered Hua Tuo to be killed without saying a word, saying that Hua Tuo wanted to plot to assassinate himself?

But the eighth prince wants to perform a craniotomy on the emperor Li Shimin?

This made Wei Zheng and Duan He froze in place collectively.

If the Eighth Prince's operation was successful, it would be good to say that the Emperor of Tang Dynasty was saved. If it failed, wouldn't the Emperor be about to die?

"No, absolutely not! Craniotomy is not a child's play. How can it be possible to say that it is just a craniotomy? The old minister does not agree, and I will not agree with the Eighth Prince. It is not only for the Emperor, but also for the Eighth Prince. Hello. , the old minister can't let you do this!"

Wei Zheng said hastily.