When Shi Yi thinks about Xianyu, someone always comes to disturb her.

Master Xuan Qing slowed down his speed until he pushed it all the way in, then pulled out the needle, put on the cotton ball and pressed it all in one go.

Shi Yi took out the silver needle she used to do bad things and grinned evilly.

Then, under the patient's confused gaze, she began to prick the patient's thigh with the needle.

Guard: It doesn’t hurt, but what are you doing?

Shi Yi asked in a mean way, "Do you feel the sting?"

The guard shook his head honestly.

Shi Yi put down the needle, turned to Master Xuan Qing and said:

"It seems that this injection is still reliable, and the effect is as fast as before. Unfortunately, it can only be made before each operation, which is too troublesome."

I miss the potion bottles in the original world.

After all, the number of times I can use anesthetics is limited, so it would be inappropriate to ask the laboratory to make a batch of medicine bottles for me.

Therefore, Master Xuanqing and I can only work harder and do it as we need it.

Shi Yi brought medicine No. 7. After the guard drank it, he shook his head and felt dizzy. He persisted for a while before slowly lying down.

Seeing this, Xuan Qing Zhenren said, "The effect of the medicine is much slower than yesterday."

Shi Yi nodded, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that a slow effect is bad. Some medicines with long course of action take a long time to take effect, and are suitable for surgeries that take a longer time.

There is no good or bad medicine, it all depends on where you use it.

Record this in the notebook: No. C7 takes half a cup of tea longer to take effect than No. C6.

Shi Yi had a few brief exchanges with the patient, and the patient was able to answer fluently.

She continued to record: The patient was clear-headed after taking the medicine.

Xuan Qing Zhenren began to cut at the marked area, and Shi Yi also began to focus on the operation...

Half an hour later, the two came out of the operating room.

Unbuttoning the surgical gown on his body, Shi Yi said: "Today's patient's tendon is only half broken, so the success rate of the operation should be very high."

Xuan Qing Zhenren said nothing, frowning and saying:

"After he was injured, he stayed still for a long time to recover. Wouldn't his muscles atrophy? Then wouldn't his leg after surgery be much thinner than the other leg?"

How can you coordinate your movements with unequal legs?

If he is not coordinated, he will be a cripple in the future, his legs will not be flexible, and he will not be able to continue to be a guard. What is the point of the operation?

Shi Yi shrugged: "So, later rehabilitation is still needed! But it can only be done after the wound is healed."

She walked into the lounge, took a few sips of tea, and continued after quenching her thirst:

"Rehabilitation is also a very important part after surgery, especially for the injured leg after surgery, which needs to be trained separately. Human muscles are very plastic, and muscles will develop wherever you exercise."

Taoist Xuanqing was not like Shiyi who drank like a cow. He drank tea slowly, in small sips, even though he was very thirsty.

Some habits are ingrained in our bones.

Master Xuan Qing recorded this rehabilitation item in his own notebook. He still wanted to see the results of the rehabilitation himself before making a final conclusion.

Shi Yi: "Are you tired? How about I do it next?"

Xuan Qing Zhenren shook his head: "I can just rest for a while, and arrange for the next patient to be treated in an hour."

Shi Yi nodded and went to inform the patient.

Young Master Wangyue was lying under a tree in his yard, rocking on a recliner, looking relaxed and at ease.

A guard came in hurriedly with a letter: "Master, there is a letter from home."

Wangyue paused in his rocking chair, reached out to take it, unfolded it and saw that the prince had already requested a title for the young master.

A few simple words come into view.

This letter was sent by someone hidden in the palace.

Young Master Wangyue crushed the letter into pieces. The old man's thoughts changed every day. He came to arrest him without regard for the consequences before, but now he was willing to ask for a title for him.

I don’t know what tomorrow will be like.

Never mind!

He is doing well outside and has no intention of going back whether he is invited or not.

Go back and see the old man’s face?

Why bother!

He put the fan to his face and continued to rock the rocking chair.

Wouldn't it be perfect for him to go back after the old man dies?

Well! It's a happy decision.

He thought so, but the Jiang family was not happy.

They were the largest local gentry, and since Jiang's death, they had no more dealings with the palace.

Now that they know that Jiang’s child has been granted a title, how can they not be happy!

So, not long after, Master Wangyue received another letter from someone claiming to be his uncle from his maternal grandfather's family, urging him to come back quickly to inherit the palace.

Wangyue: Haha! All kinds of people have jumped out, uncle? What a strange person!

They did not show up when he was isolated and helpless in the palace, and they did not help him when he was being hunted outside.

Now that they know that they are going to inherit the palace, why are they trying to make comments?

Do you really think you can exchange a daughter for a palace?

Who gave them the face, when they abandoned their mother, they abandoned them.

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, why pretend to be pure little white rabbits?

The Jiang family? Get as far away as you can!

Wangyue threw the letter on the ground in disgust, feeling annoyed even looking at it.

When the servants saw this, they quickly took it away to avoid affecting their master's mood.

Wangyue also knew that he still needed a backer or a supporter behind him.

But he rejected the Jiang family from the bottom of his heart, so he needed to consider this backer carefully.

Anyway, the old man won’t die for a while, so there’s still time.

In the border town, at the general's mansion, General Xiao is going to host a banquet for General Chen at his home.

Jiang Lang took off General Chen's heavy armor, changed him into casual clothes suitable for a guest, and accompanied General Chen to the banquet.

General Chen arrived at General Xiao's residence on time, handed in his visiting card, and only walked slowly into the residence after receiving his acceptance.

Old General Xiao and his grandson Xiao Jingxing were standing in the corridor together. Seeing General Chen coming, Xiao Jingxing took a few steps forward and personally led the way for General Chen.

General Chen thanked him politely, then bowed and greeted General Xiao.

Everything seems so normal.

But Jiang Lang just felt that there was an unusual atmosphere pressing on him, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

When they arrived at the reception room, there was a table filled with delicious food and wine, but only General Xiao and General Chen sat at the table.

Xiao Jingxing was sent out by General Xiao to stand and enjoy the scenery.

The guards at the door had already moved away, and the servants were all sent away after serving the dishes. No one was left to serve, and Jiang Lang was also taken out to wait.

Xiao Jingxing was the only one standing outside the door.

Seeing this arrangement, General Chen's anxious heart was actually calmed down a lot.

He sat there calmly, without raising any objections or objections, quietly waiting for the old general's next arrangements.

General Xiao picked up his wine glass and said slowly:

“General Chen, I can be considered as a person of your father’s generation, but your father died early, so I have never worked with him in the true sense. Instead, I am fortunate to be able to guard the border with you, a younger generation of the Chen family.

For the sake of this fate, let’s drink one first.”