jdhmnovel Chapter 862 I have been forced to the point that I dare not go home?
Chapter 862 I have been forced to the point that I dare not go home?
In the sixth year of the Hongwu reign, Zhu Xiaowu had just turned thirteen.
Brackets, empty year.
Yang Shaofeng carefully recalled what he was doing when he was thirteen years old in his previous life.
I just started junior high school.
Back then, besides thinking about game consoles and televisions, all I could think about was which girl in school was the prettiest.
I also prefer reading martial arts novels like Huang Yi, Liang Yusheng, Jin Yong, Gu Long, and Wen Ruian.
This thirteen-year-old brat in front of me actually picked up a scalpel and kept shouting that he wanted to operate on the Koreans and cut out their intestinal abscesses.
Is this normal?
This is not normal.
At thirteen, he was at an age when people and dogs were annoyed by him. In addition, Zhu Xiaowu was a prince. Shouldn't he stay in the palace and fawn over Empress Ma?
Also, could any fairy sister explain to me why the Ming Dynasty already had scalpels?
The scalpel, shaped like a willow leaf, was almost identical to the scalpels used in later generations, except that the blade was not detachable.
Isn't it said that surgery was introduced by those barbarians from Europe?
So, Qing Dynasty, what the hell have you done?
While inwardly cursing, Yang Shaofeng looked at Zhu Xiaowu and asked, "When does the Fifth Prince plan to return to the capital?"
Zhu Xiaowu rolled his eyes: "Back to the capital? No way!"
"After returning, I would be trapped in the palace, listening to those poor, pedantic scholars spouting a lot of classical Chinese phrases every day."
“It’s great to stay in Dengzhou. If you want to study medicine, you can learn from Physician Yang. If you want to eat something delicious, you can go to your house. Anyway, my sister would never let me go hungry.”
"Capital?"
"Let Second Brother, Third Brother, and Fourth Brother go back."
"Anyway, all they know is fighting and killing, so they're basically useless."
"..."
Zhu Xiaowu's mouth opened and closed, but Zhu Biao could only feel his forehead throbbing.
What happened to the fifth brother, who was originally the most well-behaved among the brothers?
What's up with this little brat in front of me who looks like a slovenly hoodlum?
Of course, I don't care what kind of personality Xiao Wu has. As long as I can protect him, that's all that matters.
The key question is, how am I supposed to explain this to my mother, you bastards!
Zhu Biao's head was getting more and more ache from thinking about it, so he turned to Yang Shaofeng and said, "Let's go back to the capital together with Xiao Wu later."
Yang Shaofeng took a half step back, chuckled dryly twice, and said, "Well... I'm busy with official duties and won't be going to the capital for a while."
"By the way, Your Highness, we'll have to trouble you to bring those three thousand Japanese women that shorty sent back to the capital."
"If Your Highness doesn't have time, you can ask Prime Minister Li to take it back for you."
Li Shanchang blinked.
You two are openly plotting right in front of me?
The key is that you two don't dare to go back. Do you think I, an old man, would dare to provoke the young lady?
The thought of Miss Huaixi made Li Shanchang secretly resent a certain son-in-law of the Ma family.
So disappointing, so utterly disappointing!
Why don't you dare to talk back to the young lady?
If you had that guts, I would have dared to bring three thousand Japanese women back to the capital.
Now look what's happened! I've been forced to the point where I'm afraid to go home!
Li Shanchang was internally cursing, while Zhu Xiaowu snorted again: "Surgery! Surgery! If we delay any longer, that guy will be in excruciating pain!"
As Zhu Xiaowu finished speaking, Li Shanchang, Yang Shaofeng, and Zhu Biao immediately retreated with awkward smiles.
He forgot that there was still a stick waiting for Zhu Xiaowu to cut him open.
Zhu Xiaowu snorted coldly once again and strode towards a courtyard on the east side of the medical school.
"There's a reason why the operating room was chosen to be on the east side."
"Because the east belongs to wood, which governs the revival of all things and the rise of yang energy, while the west belongs to metal, which governs killing and warfare."
"All surgeries inevitably deplete one's vital energy. Choosing an operating room in the east helps with the recovery of vital energy."
"If we choose the west side, I'm afraid the patient will have a hard time getting off the operating table alive due to the killing energy of metal."
As Zhu Xiaowu led the way, he explained things to Zhu Biao, Yang Shaofeng, Li Shanchang, and others.
Zhu Biao and Li Shanchang nodded repeatedly, while Yang Shaofeng only half understood.
That sounds like it makes a lot of sense.
But does the success of the surgery depend on the location of the operating room?
Furthermore, the School of Pharmacy is located just east of your medical school.
According to your theory of metal and wood, Zhu Xiaowu, shouldn't the yang energy be stronger at the Academy of Pharmaceutical Sciences?
Yang Shaofeng was internally ranting, but Li Shanchang leaned closer and whispered, "Your Highness, isn't it a bit inappropriate to let barbarians perform surgery in the medical school? What if there's a spy among them..."
Yang Shaofeng said with a smile, "The patients who are sent to the medical school are basically those who can no longer be treated outside and have no other way to survive except to wait for death."
"Not to mention that the school is already heavily guarded, even if all the guards were removed and they were allowed to run around freely, they probably wouldn't be able to move."
After a slight pause, Yang Shaofeng added with a smile, "There's actually another benefit to having them come to Dengzhou University for treatment."
"That is the medical school of Dengzhou University, which will soon become a sacred place in the hearts of many barbarians."
"As word spreads, the immense benefits hidden within this medical holy land will come to light."
Li Shanchang looked at Yang Shaofeng with a bewildered expression and asked, "Huge benefits? Does the Prince Consort intend to make money off the barbarians through surgery?"
Yang Shaofeng rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "How much money can you make from surgery?"
"Even if we get the rulers of vassal states like Wang Zhuan, Huai Liang, and Chen Shuming to line up for surgeries at the medical school, we still won't make much money off them."
"My opinion is that it doesn't matter whether the surgery makes money or not; at worst, we can just treat it as practice."
"The real money-makers are the drugs developed by the medical academy next door."
Li Shanchang silently memorized the word "medicine" and then followed Zhu Xiaowu toward the operating room.
As soon as Zhu Xiaowu entered the operating room, he seemed like a completely different person.
Zhu Xiaowu took a deep breath, then called over a medical student and instructed, "Find some clothes."
While the medical students were looking for clothes, Zhu Xiaowu explained a few more words: "We came in from outside, so we must have a lot of dust on us, and this dust may carry some kind of germs or something."
"Therefore, before the surgery, you have to change into new clothes and then spray yourself with strong liquor."
"Although it can't kill all the germs, it does help to some extent."
After the medical students who went to find clothes returned, Zhu Biao, Yang Shaofeng, and Li Shanchang obediently changed into their new clothes.
Zhu Xiaowang had someone bring him strong liquor and sprayed it all over Zhu Biao, Yang Shaofeng, Li Shanchang, and the others before taking a deep breath and opening the operating room door.