The girl traveled through another world and forced the prince to take the imperial examination

Mu Qingcheng pinched her nose and dodged. Even Mo Xue, who was about to pounce, frowned and quietly turned her wheelchair back. Feng Zhishang was even more treacherous, covering his nose and hiding away. Mo Xiaoliu stood upright beside him, his mouth pursed and his face flushed from holding his breath.

Yun Qing frowned. Is he really that smelly? He lifted his sleeves and sniffed. Ugh! It really smelled strong.

He had forgotten that he had been living and eating in the mine for the past three days and nights, swinging hammers every day and practicing swords without sleep or food, so he had no time to take a shower or change clothes. Besides, everyone in the mine smelled the same, so he was used to it. He was anxious to see Mu Qingcheng and forgot about it.

Yun Qing blushed immediately: "I, I, I'm going to take a shower and change clothes right away. Nuannuan, you wait here for me, I'll be back soon, I have something good to show you." After saying that, she ran away in a panic, even using her lightness skills.

Liuliu leaped down from the roof and asked everyone with a puzzled look on his face, "Was that our Crown Prince who just flew over? Wow! What's that smell in here?"

Before Mu Qingcheng could even ask what she wanted to ask, the man had already disappeared. She stamped her feet in anger. What on earth had Yun Qing been doing to make him look so miserable? Oh well! Forget it, he still had to maintain his image.

Mu Qingcheng waved her hands to dispel the unpleasant smells around her: "What's that smell? Where's the smell? Aunt Chen, quickly prepare some food, Uncle Chen, go boil some water... Xiaoliu, quickly lead your master's horse to the backyard..."

Mu Qingcheng directed everyone, and everyone went about their business. Soon everyone left, leaving Liu Liu standing alone in the yard, enjoying the breeze.

Yun Qing returned to the dormitory, took a comfortable shower, changed clothes, and hurried out to find Mu Qingcheng. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the room, he ran into Mo Xue blocking the door.

"Xiaoxue, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

Mo Xue was naturally angry. His master never took him with him when he went out. Now that he had a lame leg, he was even less likely to be taken with him. He was even prevented from participating in any big or small matter.

His voice was quiet, yet awkwardly direct: "I, I want Dr. Feng to perform tendon surgery on me."

Yun Qing could tell what the child was thinking at first glance. He sighed inwardly, "Didn't you say you'd do it for you once Feng Zhishang's surgery was successful?"

Mo Xue's eyes lit up instantly: "It's already successful. I saw it today. That Xu Lao Er can already stand up."

"Oh! Is it just that he can stand up? A few days won't make a difference. How about you wait a little longer until Xu Laoer can really walk, then you can do it?"

Mo Xue immediately became deflated and looked listless. Yun Qing's heart sank when she saw this. She knew what the child was thinking, but she was not worried.

Alas! He sighed: "Follow me!"

Yun Qing took Mo Xue to the large study in the front yard, and called Feng Zhishang to ask him about the operation in detail.

Feng Zhishang only briefly explained. Moxue had never seen such a humble old man like Feng. Finally, he handed Yunqing a medical waiver.

Yun Qing's eyebrows jumped at the sight. Previously, he'd thought it was just a tendon splice; if it failed, the worst that could happen was a cripple. But then he saw the disclaimer, and he was shocked! He was afraid that after this surgery, he might not be able to save his limbs. Yun Qing couldn't understand why, with the leg so far from the heart, he could still sue for fraud. And what did a tendon have to do with the brain? He was demanding a disclaimer for something so unrelated, claiming it had nothing to do with him.

This does not include natural disasters, man-made disasters, fires, floods, and earth dragons turning over... What a mess!

Yun Qing gritted his teeth and asked, "What does this mean?"

Feng Zhishang sipped his tea leisurely and said, "This surgery is not that simple. I am the first person in history to perform tendon splicing, so of course I have to be cautious."

Yun Qing nodded, resisting the urge to throw him out. But what he said was true; he was indeed the first person in history who could perform tendon splicing.

"Yeah! We have to be careful!"

Feng Zhishang raised his head proudly and continued, "Surgery naturally involves many subtle details. The slightest mistake can lead to various dangerous situations. What if I make a mistake? What if something unexpected happens? You family members don't understand medical skills and are not reasonable people. This waiver must be signed. If you don't sign it, I will panic and my hands will shake. What if I don't sign it?"

Yun Qing's face darkened, he let out a long breath, closed his eyes, endured it, held the paper tightly in his hand, and looked at Mo Xue.

"Xiaoxue! How about we not do this anymore? When we get back to the capital, I'll ask the palace's best physician who specializes in external injuries to perform tendon surgery on you. How about that?"

Feng Zhishang almost spit out his tea. When he heard Yun Qing say that he would not do it anymore, he became anxious again, regretting whether the disclaimer was too harsh.

Mo Xue said hesitantly, "But, only Divine Doctor Feng can perform this tendon-reconnecting surgery."

Feng Zhishang calmed down again. Humph! Go find the imperial physician, then go find him! He's the only one in the world who can perform this tendon-reconnecting surgery, who else can we choose but him!

Yun Qing looked at Feng Zhishang's smug look and suddenly smiled: "How difficult is that!"

He walked out of the study and came back soon, holding a mahogany box in his hands, which he had taken from somewhere. He placed it on the desk and opened it to show Moxue.

Mo Xue was a little confused, but when Feng Zhishang saw it, he jumped up from his chair, his eyes shining like torches.

Inside the box was a complete set of surgical instruments made of fine steel. These were all drawn by Mu Qingcheng, and he had seen the sketches. Mu Qingcheng had also made a set of bronze ones for him to practice with.

This set of fine steel surgical instruments was absolutely exquisite, emitting a dazzling silver luster in the sun. It had many more pieces than his copper set, all of which he had never seen before.

Yun Qing saw Moxue's doubts and ignored Feng Zhishang's greed.

"This is a scalpel designed by Nuannuan, specifically for surgery. Are these made of fine steel?"

"Steel?!"

"Steel?!"

The two people exclaimed at the same time, it turned out to be made of fine steel, it was indeed extraordinary.

"Master! Could it be that we can produce fine steel in large quantities?"

Yun Qing smiled and patted Moxue's shoulder, signaling him not to get so excited. He had something even more exciting to tell him: "That's right! The workshop for making fine steel is ready, and it will be able to produce large quantities soon. I also personally forged a fine steel sword for you, and it's still in the final polishing. I'll bring the sword back to you when Moyu and the others return in a couple of days."

"Really?"

If Yun Qing hadn't held his shoulders, Mo Xue would have broken through the roof and flew out, shouting three times.

"Of course it's true, but the prerequisite is that you have to heal your leg, which is not difficult."

He glanced at Feng Zhishang and said, "Have you forgotten? Who taught our genius doctor Feng the tendon-reconnecting surgery? Now that we have a fine steel scalpel, we can just find a doctor to practice with. It's just a matter of waiting a couple of days."

After Yun Qing said this, Mo Xue immediately understood that Feng Zhishang had "learned" the surgery from Mu Qingcheng.

Feng Zhishang refused to accept this and immediately tried to grab the box: "No, this is the scalpel that Mu girl prepared for me. It's mine, it's mine!"

Yun Qing naturally couldn't let Feng Zhishang snatch the box away. He closed the box and pushed it with one hand using his internal force. The box flew from Feng Zhishang's hand to Moxue's hand like a slippery fish.

"Xiaoxue, this set of fine steel scalpels is the only one of its kind in the world. You must keep it well. When you return to Beijing, give it to whoever can heal your leg."

Mo Xue held the box tightly and assured Yun Qing: "Don't worry, Master, the knife is here and I am here."

Feng Zhishang was so angry that he jumped up and down, then he looked at the master and servant, no, they were brothers. One had a cunning look on his face, the other had a stubborn look on his face.

He was convinced! He was wrong, he shouldn't have asked for a waiver. However, it was Mu Qingcheng who asked for it, and he was fooled again.