To divorce his wife, the top scholar preferred being cuckolded to wearing a red hat.

Su Mingyue began preparing for the surgery early in the morning, and she had no interest whatsoever in the marital life between Su Ziyu and Fu Jingsheng.

When they arrived at Qian's Medical Clinic, Mr. and Mrs. Chen had already arrived quite early.

"Doctor, I haven't eaten anything since last night, not even a drop of water or staple food." Chen Xiaomei was worried that the surgery would fail, so she wrote down every detail Su Mingyue mentioned.

They were afraid that if they hadn't done something right, it might prevent her from surviving until tomorrow.

On the way there, she entrusted her final wishes to her husband. She also specifically told him not to blame the doctor if she didn't come out of the operating room.

She performed the surgery herself; the doctor was just being cautious about the risks. If she doesn't make it out, she can't blame anyone but herself for being too young.

The man promised her that whether she came out or not, he would not make things difficult for the female doctor at Qian's Medical Clinic.

The wait for Su Mingyue to arrive was filled with fear, but now that Su Mingyue has come, I feel at peace.

Because when she saw Su Mingyue carrying the medicine box, she looked like an angel who had fallen from heaven, radiating light.

Chen Xiaomei felt that she might have a chance to live.

As soon as Su Mingyue arrived, she led Chen Xiaomei into the small operating room that Qian Lao had helped prepare, and had Chen Xiaomei lie down in it.

The small first-aid kit was placed to one side.

Seeing that the patient had already gone inside, Old Qian followed Su Mingyue and said softly, "Miss Su, may I go in and take a look with you? I've heard of this new treatment method before, but I've never seen it in person. If I could see it for myself, I would have no regrets in this life."

"You can come in if you want, but this kind of surgical technique can't be learned without a certain level of skill." Old Qian had studied traditional Chinese medicine his whole life, and this kind of surgical technique wasn't something he could learn just by looking at it.

In other words, even if he knows the technique, he still needs the appropriate medication for the surgery. If he doesn't treat the inflammation and kill the bacteria in time, the wound can easily become infected.

Once a wound becomes infected, it is very easy for it to become inflamed.

The conditions are not absolute; it also depends on the type of surgery.

Old Qian wanted to go in with her, so Su Mingyue made him change his clothes.

He followed Su Mingyue inside, and as soon as he entered, he saw a delicate little medicine box on the table.

Who would have guessed that, looking at the quiet little medicine box, he was already instructing Su Mingyue on things to pay attention to during the surgery?

He wanted to explain every single point to Su Mingyue so that she wouldn't forget or make a mistake.

Su Mingyue hadn't handled a knife for several years; she held it in her hand and weighed it in her hand.

Looking at the gleaming white knife, Old Qian felt dizzy, and only one thought came to his mind: the person who could handle a knife must have excellent eyesight.

If the eye is not good and the wrong place is cut, the patient will suffer a lot.

"Mr. Qian, these knives are all numbered. When I call out a number, can you get me that number?" Mr. Qian himself wanted to come in and help out, so he couldn't just watch; he had to help too.

Mr. Qian nodded hurriedly: "Yes."

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Xiaomei, who had been given anesthesia, fell into a deep sleep. Su Mingyue, working with the medical kit, completed the surgery in less than an hour.

After the surgery was completed, the first-aid kit was put into sterilization mode to disinfect and sterilize Chen Xiaomei's wound, while Su Mingyue was responsible for suturing it.

Looking at Su Mingyue's technique, Old Qian couldn't help but admire her incredible heart. She cut a person open while they were still alive and then sewed them back up.

He had seen and heard of this technique long ago, but very few people had actually practiced it.

"Alright." Su Mingyue tied a neat knot in the wound before putting down her tools. "Let her lie here for two days. If the wound doesn't get infected after two days, she can go home to rest."

It's really just a minor surgery; they just need to remove the tumor inside.

Looking at Chen Xiaomei, who was still unconscious, Old Qian asked, "How long will it take for her to recover?"

"The anesthetic will last for three hours. She will wake up on her own after three hours. After she wakes up, don't rush to give her water or food. Just moisten her lips with a damp cloth."

"How could she endure not eating for several days?" She had just had surgery on her throat; there was no way she could drink water or eat.

"He can't eat, so we can only give him intravenous nutrition. After three days, he can eat some liquid food, and after seven days, he can eat soft food. Within a month, it's best to avoid spicy foods such as chili peppers, ginger, and garlic."

Mr. Qian only cared about one question: "How to inject it?"

"I have a type of silver needle here that can be used to inject it."

Mr. Qian seemed to understand, but not quite.

It wasn't that he couldn't understand Su Mingyue's words; it was that he had never seen any of Su Mingyue's equipment before.

That's why the way others use cinnabar is completely different from what they learn.

They're not even on the same track.

Chen Xiaomei's husband was waiting outside. When he saw them come out, he rushed forward and asked, "Dr. Su, Dr. Qian, how is my wife? Is everything going well?"

"Everything went smoothly. The tumor that was growing inside has now been removed. She will wake up in three hours. She cannot eat anything. If her mouth is dry, you can use a damp cloth to moisten her lips."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaomei's husband was so moved that he was about to kneel down.

Su Mingyue stopped him: "No need for that, just remember to pay the money."

Qian's lips twitched.

This Miss Su is so young, yet she lives life with such clarity.

"Miss Su, who taught you these techniques? Are you willing to take on apprentices?" Before the surgery, he was still wondering if it was really possible to cut open and remove the growth in his throat and then stitch it back up.

After witnessing the surgery, he felt that his medical skills were still lacking in some areas; he could diagnose some ailments, but he had no way to cure them.

More often than not, they can't help the patients at all and can only watch helplessly as the patients wait to die.

If he knew these skills, he could save many patients from suffering.

"Professor Qian is too modest. With your seniority and years of medical experience, who would dare to take you as a disciple? However, if Professor Qian wants to learn about this area and doesn't mind, you can be my assistant during surgery."

"In medicine, these things don't matter. Whoever has the best medical skills is the best in the industry. Although you are young, you can easily solve this kind of stubborn disease, which shows that you are capable. Anyone who is capable is worth learning from."

"I still have a lot to learn from you. Let's learn from each other from now on. To outsiders, I will be your disciple, shall we?"

Old Qian was startled: "Miss Su, you're not joking, are you? With your medical skills, you'd be a genius wherever you go. But if you want to be my apprentice, I dare not teach you."