1368: Let me do it

Let me do it

Since she wanted to save someone, she certainly wanted to bring that man back to life. However, from this old man's appearance, he should have a very important status or position. If he lost his calm as a physician, how can he perform the surgery?1

"What? You?" The old man froze. "Do you understand? Even if you know how, I don't trust you to do it. You should know, here near the heart, the slightest mistake..."

"I know, but I think you're too nervous. You're not fit to hold the scalpel." She answered him directly and stepped forward. "This level of surgery is just a small operation for me, let me come! You'll give me a hand by my side. "

Hearing this, the old man was startled and could only step aside. "Alright, you..." He was interrupted before he had finished speaking.

"That won't do!"

The old man in grey, who had previously walked away, spoke gloomily again. "This kid is of unknown origin. How can you make him perform the surgery? If something goes wrong, the Young Lord's life will be lost!"

The old man was embarrassed. He looked at Feng Jiu and then at the old man in grey. "But, it really is as this Little Brother said. I feel nervous. I'm worried..."

"Then you do it slowly. This scalpel, you're the one who must perform!" He talked with his hands clasped behind his back, thinking that no matter what, it would be more reassuring for him to have his own person rather than a stranger to perform the surgery.

What's more, how skilful could a boy be? This matter was related to the life of the Young Lord, so he should not be careless.

"Alright, then." The old man had no choice but to nod and adjust his mind. Then he picked up a sharp knife. "There are fragments in the wound. You must take them out after cutting the wound. During the treatment, do not open your mouth to disturb me."

"Little Brother, please help seal this acupuncture point."

"Alright." Feng Jiu answered, took out the silver needle and sealed the acupoint he was referring to, then stood by and watched.

With that, the old man took a knife and cut the wound open. The fragments were inside the wound. With the gush of poisoned dark blood, it was more difficult to take them out.

As time went by, more and more blood flowed out from the wound, but the fragments remaining in the wound had not been taken out, making the old man more nervous and felt gloomier. Especially, when he noticed that the patient's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, cold sweats were dripping from his forehead.

Finally, his body shook and he was forced to retreat.

When a few people next to him saw the situation, their hearts sank, especially the old man, who started questioning him, "What's going on?"

"I, my ability is limited. I'm afraid, afraid that..." He spoke in shame, afraid to look him in the eye.

"You! Do you want to kill the Young Lord?" The old man was furious, but then he saw the boy had already come forward and took the knife and pliers. Immediately, he asked angrily, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Saving people." Feng Jiu glanced at him. "Of course, you have to pay me for it. Not much, one hundred thousand gold coins will do."

"This is not a joke, Little Brother." The old man told her in a hurry.

"If he can't be saved, I'll bury you with the Young Lord!" The other old man warned.

"Tch!"

She scoffed. "Didn't I say it was just a minor operation? What are you nervous about? " As she spoke, she came forward and cut the wound open again with a sharp knife. When a few people nearby saw her technique was so neat and tidy, they were reminded it was like cutting pork.

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