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The Xiashan Courtyard was one of the businesses in the Xiang Family, but it had already become Dongfang Ning's. Following Dongfang Ning's instructions, they constructed a "temporary operating room" at the back of the large courtyard.

The Xiashan Courtyard was located in the western part of the Dongfang City. It was a pleasant place, and coupled with the gardens that were deliberately built during the ancient times, it was indeed a beautiful place.

"Ning'er, you have more private assets than me!"

Yan Wuzhan looked around. Xiang Canghai sure knows how to enjoy himself. Such a big place is actually just a side garden of his house.

It was just like the first time Dongfang Ning had taught her medicine, the outside was completely surrounded by a crowd. No one could see what they were doing here, nor did they know what they were doing here.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Seeing Yan Wuzhan and Dongfang Ning riding the same horse over, everyone kneeled on the ground.

"Rise, no need to be so courteous."

"Good morning, Godly Doctor ~"

"Divine Doctor Dongfang is here!"

Dongfang Ning's popularity was also higher than Yan Wuzhan's. Everyone looked at her as if she was a treasure. Today, she was going to create another miracle.

Dongfang Ning didn't know what the group of doctors were thinking, but they had all learned to sew wounds from her hands. No matter what people said about her, in their hearts, her merits would always be there.

Thus, after entering the courtyard, the doctors here naturally treated her with utmost respect. If they didn't know her temper well, these people would have knelt down to welcome her.

"I've told everyone before, if you want to perform an operation or to sew up a wound, it's best to do it in Wuchen's room because the air contains large amounts of bacteria. This will cause the wound to become infected or even corrupt …"

There was no helping it, these people liked doctors, so she taught them. As she walked, she spoke out loud about some of her opinions.

"You must have tried to sew the broken bone, but the blood vessels have to be sewn up. You should know this as well. The blood vessels are so small, how do you want to sew it up? That is the reason why an operating room is needed.

There are some very fine tools, if the eye is a little bit too close, not only is it unable to sew up the blood vessel, it will instead be torn apart, causing it to be missing … "If we add them up now, not only would it be more difficult to do so technically, it would also be very risky."

All the doctors surrounded her and listened as they walked forward. Each of them wished that this operation room could be farther away from here.

Yan Wuzhan had already been invited by Xiang Canghai to the hall for tea. Now, he could do nothing but try his best to please Yan Wuzhan and Dongfang Ning.

"Thank you, your Majesty, for coming as you promised!"

"Don't say anymore, Ning'er won't give up. She doesn't have everything on her today, so don't hold too much hope."

It turned out that Dongfang Ning didn't want his two sons to be so quick, so that he wouldn't have to cause trouble at this time.

She didn't know what Xiang Canghai was doing in the dark, but it was easy for her to use her son to restrain him for a period of time.

In front of her was the temporary operating room she had requested for. This room was definitely not as good as the one in Mountain City. After all, she had personally designed every single procedure there.

This was just an empty room, there were two operating beds, an operating table and four lamps. She asked Xiang Canghai to do these in order to confuse him, otherwise people would think that she was a god, she didn't need treatment, the patient would recover.

"You guys stay here, don't follow me. The human body also carries a lot of germs, and these are all contagious, so wash your hands before eating. You have to do your personal hygiene well …"

Whatever she encountered, she would borrow the opportunity to give a lecture. This was one of the moves her coaches used back then, and she had learned it 100% of the time.

"Thank you for your guidance, Godly Doctor!"

It was unknown how much money the doctors who were able to come in and visit had given to Xiang Family s, otherwise, they wouldn't be able to come in.

This group of doctors seemed to have quite a bit of quality. They were no longer the ones from the mountain city. They chased after her while respectfully guarding the outside and conversing in a low voice.

This operating room was very large, and was divided into two rooms, inside and outside. There were already twenty to thirty robust men sitting in the front lounge, probably because they had been called over by Xiang Family to donate their blood according to her request.0

"Master, you're here. I've examined these people and they haven't been sick. There's no poison in their blood."

Nameless had been busy since long ago. On that day, after the two young masters of Xiang Family were injured, he was invited over. If he wasn't here to rest Xiang Canghai's heart, who knows how many times he would have gone to kneel and beg Dongfang Ning.

When he finally saw the chief physician, he happily went forward to claim credit.

"Don't judge whether their blood is poisonous or not. Have you studied it yourself? Blood is different from blood. If blood is injected into a person's body, that person would be killed. That person would be killed."

"Teacher, you're so powerful, but this blood is red. How do we know which blood type they are?"

"I can't explain this to you anymore, this is high-tech stuff, you have to learn... It's very difficult, mainly because you don't have tools like this. "

She took out an ordinary scalpel. Even contemporary blacksmiths would not be able to make such a scalpel. It was made of stainless steel. Furthermore, it was so thin that even the necessary materials could not be found. It had not evolved yet.

"Oh, I got it."

"Un, give me a drop of each of their blood and write their names on it. I will test their blood types before deciding whose one to draw."

In the other room, Dongfang Ning changed into a doctor's outfit and went back to work. Her calm and resolute appearance made the whole room solemn and solemn.

Yan Wuzhan personally sat in the yard outside the operation room. There was a pavilion beside it. He closed his eyes and quietly felt his surroundings.

Every time, Dongfang Ningrin required several hours for her operation. He didn't know if it would last longer this time.

"Yan Wuzhan ~"

Suddenly, he heard Ning'er calling to him. This was completely impossible. Ning'er was in the operation room.

He opened his eyes and looked around. There was no one here at all. Could it be that he had been too engrossed in her imagination, causing him to hallucinate?

Yan Wuzhan sat back down with a smile as he stared at the operating room. There was nothing more important than his Ning'er in this world. The feeling of a lonely person finally possessing a spiritual harbor couldn't be too beautiful …

After an unknown period of time, the door to the operation room opened and Dongfang Ning finally walked out. Since Nameless was here to do the rest, she felt more at ease.

"Ning'er!"

"Let's go, they're fine now. They should be able to leave after resting for half a year."

Yan Wuzhan went up to hug her, and the two of them walked out, riding on their horses back to the palace. Finally, they completed another task, and even though it was caused by Dongfang Ning, Xiang Family would always remember her favors, that was the main point.

"What's my relationship with Yan Qimeng?"

"She's Huangfu Feixue's daughter. She was very mischievous when she was young and had an unruly personality, but she was as obedient as a cat in front of you …" Yan Wuzhan told her in detail about the grudge between her and Yan Qimeng.

"Three years ago, I was upset and decided to marry her to the seventh son of the Sea King, Hai Gu, just because I didn't like her. Hai Gu, you are his savior, and this child is okay. Qi Meng is not that bad at marrying him …"

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