After leaving Zhangtai Palace, Yao Jia hurried to look for General Meng Ao.

If this is to succeed, they need to cooperate with each other.

The army was approaching, and Meng Ao, Heng Qian and others were also discussing.

Knowing the purpose of Yao Jia's visit, he was naturally happy.

If Nanyang could be taken without bloodshed, it would be like opening the door to Korea and gaining tens of thousands of troops for free.

Such a good thing must be discussed and promoted carefully.

Within a few days, Meng Ao had already assembled his troops and set off.

With the loss of a group of military generals in Xianyang, the court also became quiet.

However, the people of Xianyang were smiling and full of energy.

First, the paper mill recruited workers, then the printing factory recruited workers, then the ironworks recruited workers, and now there are kangs. Every job pays wages. This winter, every family in Xianyang City has earned money, and they can even buy some meat to satisfy their cravings after not eating it for years.

Now they heard that the king was going to build an academy, and their children would be able to go to the academy to study and learn to read.

Literacy.

That was something only rich people could do, but I didn’t expect that ordinary people can now send their children to learn to read.

Those who have jobs work harder, and those who don’t have jobs don’t need to be discouraged. Building the academy also requires recruiting workers, so they can go when the time comes.

They don't care about not paying wages, as long as their children can go to school and learn to read in the future, so they built this college.

Feng Quji, Meng Yi and Li Si quickly took people out to survey where in Xianyang was suitable for building an academy, and at the same time they had to draw a blueprint for the academy.

The three of them were busy all day long, just to be able to start construction in the spring of next year.

Zhang Yuanqing was also not idle. In the past few days, he invited three brothers from Lu Sheng, followed by a little tail Fusu, and began to study suturing technology.

In a small courtyard in Zhang's mansion, Ah Da caught many animals of all sizes.

"My Lord, this is new catgut, please see."

When Lu Sheng first heard about suturing, he almost thought the Marquis had gone mad in his room and was just talking nonsense. But then he thought of the medical skills the Marquis had brought out, so he and his senior brother gave it a try.

In the past two days, they have caught six rabbits and a dog.

Now those rabbits are still lying in their nests, dying. I guess they won’t live long.

"You are professionals in medical skills, but it's common sense. If this suturing technique succeeds, it will definitely be a major breakthrough in medical history."

As for medical skills, Zhang Yuanqing only proposed ideas, provided the venue, and provided experimental samples. He didn't care about anything else, leaving everything to Lusheng and the others.

"Sir, another rabbit has died, and the bleeding on the dog's leg hasn't stopped."

Fusu took a small notebook to record daily progress. After looking at the experimental products, he walked in and talked while writing.

"It's okay. Every progress is not a success. We must learn from our failures. Success is just around the corner."

This is just the beginning, let A Da catch it.

"Ziyi, how's the anesthetic research going?"

In fact, doctors already had anesthetics at that time, but they had never thought of using them in this way before, so they had been ignored.

This time, when Zhang Yuanqing asked if there was any medicine that could make people feel no pain after use, Ziyi and the others remembered it.

These are what they left behind when they went out to collect herbs. There aren't many, but fortunately their master has stored quite a few of them. They have already asked someone to get them, but the master is old and I'm afraid he can't come.

"My Lord, the dosage of anesthetics is still being tested. Using only animals is still inaccurate." Ziyi is in charge of anesthetics. In the past few days, he has cruelly killed many rabbits, wolves and the like.

"Well, there are a lot of death row prisoners in the prison. I'll bring a few back for you to test the medicine."

Just as Ziyi was about to say something, Zhang Yuanqing interrupted him: "It's just a few scratches, not fatal. If they are willing to test the drug, they can be absolved of their guilt if successful."

Now, Ziyi said nothing more.

A Da left with Zhang Yuanqing's order and soon brought back five death row prisoners.

"let's start."

The prisoners were all washed and changed into clean clothes.

They all knew what to do when they came over, but no one was timid.

This is an opportunity for them, a chance to survive.

It was the first time for Han Shui and Lu Sheng to conduct experiments on humans, so they were a little nervous.

"Doctor, let's get started."

Fusu leaned his head out and looked at it curiously, without blinking.

Zhang Yuanqing had been lamenting these past few days. Prince Fusu was supposed to be kindhearted, so shouldn't he have called the experiment cruel? Why wasn't he disapproving now, and was watching with genuine interest?

"it is good."

Ah Da drew his sword and struck a man's arm, causing blood and flesh to swirl.

Fortunately, Lu Sheng and his team have experimented with animals countless times these days and have experience.

The two of them quickly sprinkled hemostatic powder on the wound, and Ziyi also took out the prepared anesthetic powder and used it.

This was specially formulated based on the dosage used on the wolf. Ziyi looked at the prisoner and asked after a moment, "How is it? Do you feel any pain?"

"No."

The hoarse voice seemed a bit harsh, but Ziyi didn't care. He reached out and pressed on the wound again: "You must tell the truth. Can you feel the pain?"

"A little, not much."

Ziyi nodded and handed it over to Lusheng and Han Shui. He still had to adjust the dosage ratio.

Lu Sheng had already disinfected the needle and thread, and his hands were shaking a little when he was threading the needle on a person for the first time.

"Get out of the way, let me do it." Han Shui looked at Lu Sheng with disdain. "Junior brother is really not suitable for this job. I still have to rely on you at the critical moment."

Han Shui snatched the thing from Lu Sheng's hand, pulled the man's arm and began to sew it up. "If it hurts, tell me, but don't move."

The prisoner nodded.

The other four prisoners watched from the sidelines, their eyes filled with worry, curiosity, and hope.

Fusu leaned over again, opened a new page in his little notebook, and started writing down something.

Lu Sheng wasn't angry when his senior brother looked down on him. His senior brother's medical skills couldn't match his, so he was just trying to make a name for himself here. Everyone has their own specializations, and this wasn't his strong point.

However, Lu Sheng was not idle either, and he watched it carefully with Fusu. While watching, he was thinking about which disciple he could let learn this technique.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't bother him and just sat on the chair waiting. After more than a month of recuperation, his health improved a lot, and his complexion became a little rosy, but he was still thin.

The cook exhausted all her efforts on Zhang Yuanqing's diet and even had a few more white hairs, but the Marquis still didn't gain weight.

What made Zhang Yuanqing happiest was that he didn’t have to take the medicine every day, he only needed to take one dose every three days.

Thank God. Zhang Yuanqing almost cried when she heard Lu Sheng say this.

Qingque: Finally, I don’t have to find ways to make the Marquis take medicine three times a day.

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