Theofrastus was carried out, and Crimenides walked straight to the sudden side and asked, "Can you survive if you don't get sick?"

When he was performing the art just now, he suddenly said a series of things he thought were inappropriate. He was not sure whether the Qin people outside heard it, but he believed that Sogdian should have heard it. When Crimenides stepped forward, Sogdian also followed. He suddenly looked at him, Sogdian still looked at him, but there was nothing unusual on his face.

Seeing this, he nodded and replied, "If it is not infected, it is okay. However, he must be bedded for several months and cannot get up. He can set off in the future."

After the sac, Xiong Jing's breathing was suddenly checked, and his breathing was already stable. He loosened the sconcealed on his neck while roaring just now. In order to cause low pressure in the lungs, Xiong Jing's head was outside the capsule and his chest was inside the capsule, and the inside and outside must be tightly isolated. Xiong Jing twisted the sconcealed on his neck while struggling, causing the air pressure balance between the inside and outside air, and as a result, he could not breathe and fainted. Once the inside and outside of the capsule were isolated again, with the bellows of the capsule tail bellows, the lungs breathed passively again, and the whole person was normal.

When the operation was sutured, a silver tube suddenly remained in Xiong Jing's chest cavity to expel the blood caused by the operation. When the blood in the cavity was completely drained, the silver tube could be removed. If there was no serious postoperative infection, it would take three months to completely heal the sternum, and it would probably take four or five months to go to the ground to move. The more than a thousand miles of Chen Cang to Didao were all Qin Dao. The Qin Dao was flat, and Xiong Jing could rest in a four-wheeled carriage for more than a thousand miles. When the road was rugged after leaving the Qin Realm, the soldiers could only carry the road.

"I believe that your Majesty will be amazed by your magical medical skills." Crimenides smiled. After saying that, his eyes looked at Xiong Jing, who was still lying, "Even Asclepius would not have thought that his chest would be covered with rubies."

"It must be so, otherwise the sternum will not heal." After the operation was completed, he was exhausted. Seeing that no one cared about his shouting during the operation, he completely relieved. After asking the doctor a few words, he left the surgery room. But Xia Wuqi followed him and asked him about the various problems when performing the surgery.

Chest open surgery is not the original one, and can be explained by the philosophical system of world cognition. The cognition at this time is not as profound and meticulous as two thousand years later, and people who have not been exposed to it cannot understand it at all. They do not know what oxygen is, what red blood cells are, what blood vessels are, what arteries are, what arteries and veins are...

They didn't know much about the human body itself. The Chu people were once a genus of the Shang Dynasty. They didn't eat people but did not have much resistance to dissecting the human body. They also had witches and were allowed in the name of gods. The Zhou people were different. The Zhou people had a hysterical opposition to dissecting the anatomy, and it seemed to be a political correctness.

Tuo really wanted to answer Xia Wuqi's questions, but unfortunately any of his answers would arouse more questions from Xia Wuqi. When he returned to his residence, he thought that he would never return to the east in his life. He suddenly looked at Xia Wuqi and said, "Doctor Chu is different from Doctor Zhou. Doctor Chu needs to be uncut, which is contrary to human rights. If you really want to be a Doctor Chu..." He suddenly walked to his bed and picked up a stack of books and bound notes, and put them all on the table: "You can keep these notes on books, which is something that people learn."

"Ah!" Xia Wuqi suddenly lost his voice. Doctors, like craftsmen, regard skills as life, and suddenly handed over his life to him, making him not surprised. "At the best..., if you don't receive any reward without any merit, how can you be bad? How can you..."

"Practice medicine is to save people. The teacher saved both the Chu people and the Qin people, and did not distinguish between each other." Suddenly, he said sadly. "Since you want to go west, the teacher's teachings should be kept in the world, for fear that the Chu doctor will be regarded as unkind..."

"This is a mistake! Why can you save people? "Xia Wuqi said that he would not receive any reward without merit, but he could not take his eyes off the books and notes before the desk. Suddenly, he knew that he could not refuse his gift, so he put the books and notes on the desk into his hands and said, "It is extremely difficult for people to suffer. Please use tea outdoors."

Suddenly, he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. There was only one doctor. He had to get up to check for two hours at most, and then half asleep and half awake until he set out again to go west the next day. Xia Wuqi was still in his dream with books in his arms. When the delegation left Chen Cang, he came back to his senses and bowed to the carriage that was going west. But when he hurried back to Xianyang, he heard that the imperial physician who had successfully had successfully had already asked Li Wei to summon the Jingren doctor several times while he was watching the court. He suddenly returned to Xianyang to serve and must not let him go west.

Xia Wuqi knew about Li Jie's request. He had no choice but to do it with Bai Di's delegation. If Tu served as an imperial physician in the palace, he would have some way to treat him. Without changing clothes, Xia Wuqi rushed to the palace to ask Zhao Zheng not to summon Tu back to Xianyang.

Xia Wuqi thought in his mind that he would not recall the Jing doctor, but Zhao Zheng thought about the war in Shouying. After receiving his king's order, Wang Jian attacked the city for several days. The Qin army once again blew up the northern city, braved the witch medicine and witch tools of the defenders to advance southward and engage in a tragic street battle with the defenders. Almost all the houses in Shouying's outer city were flattened, and the Qin army had advanced to the north gate of the royal city.

According to Wang Jian's report, the Qin army could not push it when it advanced here. The reason was very simple. The 360 ​​cannons unloaded by the fifteen gunboats were all concentrated here. The Wangcheng City was only ten miles away, and the 360 ​​cannons were arranged every five or six feet. Trenches, giant wire mesh, cannons, sword and shield warriors. Even if the Qin army could blow up the walls of the Wangcheng City, they would not be able to break through such a defense system.

"Report to the king, the imperial physician Xia Wujie asked for a visit." Zhao Zheng was still thinking about what kind of defense system the defense system in Xunwen was, and the messenger came in to report. He waved his sleeves slightly and signaled that Xia Wujie would come in.

"I heard that the king summoned a doctor from Jing and suddenly entered the palace. I wonder if this happened?" Xia Wuqi was a person who had made great contributions in saving the emperor. He was not nervous when he saw Zhao Zheng and asked directly if Zhao Zheng had summoned him into the palace.

"This is indeed the case." I was too tired to keep staring at the map. Zhao Zheng did not mind talking to Xia Wugui about summoning Tu back to Xianyang. "The imperial physician ordered: The doctors in Jing people practiced my medical skills in the world. When they went to Xizhou, they passed on my medical skills in the world to Xizhou. This is inappropriate. If the Di people attacked me in the future, the alchemist could cut off my chest to remove diseases, but I, the alchemist of the Qin Dynasty, could not cut off my chest to remove diseases..."

Zhao Zheng talked about a reason why the Imperial Doctor Li Wei requested to recall Tu. This reason made Xia Wuqi stunned. The words he had prepared were useless at all. Only such a reason could impress Zhao Zheng and convince him to recall Tu urgently. Xia Wuqi did not understand Chu Yu, but he could still feel that Tu valued the disease. If Tu was recalled to Xianyang, what should he do?

"Xia Qing, Xia Qing?" Looking at Xia Wuqi, who was stunned, Zhao Zheng called him a few words.

"The doctor of Jing people has handed over all his life's learning and notes to me, so I think it's better to let him go west?" Xia Wuqi held the books and notes in his hand and said. "And with the nature of Jing people, he summoned him back to Xianyang..."

"What have you learned in your life?" Zhao Zheng saw the notes of the book in Xia Wuqi's hand, and Puping quickly took them over. The book was made of Chu paper with the characters Chu printed on it. In addition to the characters Chu, there were also Greek-style pictures on the notes. The pictures were mostly parts of the human body, without skin or muscles, and some even naked skeletons. The dense small-character notes were on the side of the picture, making people creepy.

Zhao Zheng crawled through these notes. Just as Xia Wujie was hoping that he would take back his fate, he asked: "The medical skills of Jing people are recorded on it? Can Xia Qing also perform chest dissection?"

"The king should know that the butcher Ding cuts the cow. The butcher Ding first cuts the cow. All he saw was nothing but the cow. Three years later, he never saw the entire cow. The same is true for the medical skills of Jing people." Xia Wuji replied. "Cutting the chest is like dissolving the cow. It is not competent for those who are young and strong. I am old. Only by teaching this technique to my disciples, those who will be able to cut the chest and get rid of the disease after several years."

"Good!" Xia Wuqi's words were reasonable, and Zhao Zheng couldn't help but nod.

"I have received the kindness of the people of Jing, so I asked the king to say, "Please let the king go west. Xizhou is thousands of miles away, how can I attack me in the future? Moreover, the medical skills of Xizhou are really not as good as those of the world? I think each has its own advantages and disadvantages. Those who disturb me are the Huns, Hu people, and are not from Xizhou. My Qin Dynasty has the world, and I have obtained Jing people's witch tools and witch medicines, why are you afraid of Hu people in the Huns?"

Xia Wuqi received favors in order to repay him. He said everything was good, but Zhao Zheng was not convinced by his words, and said, "Xia Qing should quickly select disciples to teach Jing people medical skills. If you recall Jing people's doctors, don't say anything more. I have my own opinions."

"If the king summons him back to Xianyang, he will die like his master. I am..." Xia Wuqi took the notes of the book and notes offered by the temple. He felt heavy and he knelt down and bowed his head. "The next day, Di people attacked me. Di people can cut off my chest to get rid of illness, and my disciples can also cut off my chest to get rid of illness. Please allow the king to let him go west."

"I'm calling him back to Xianyang, not for medical skills." In Zhao Zheng's eyes, Xia Wu was a believer. If he were not, he would have bombed him out long ago. At this point, Zhao Zheng did not hide it and said directly: "It's someone in the army who sued the traitor, and Yan Fen killed him not King Jing."

"Ah?!" Xia Wuqi, who was pausing his head, was startled and shocked. Seeing that Zhao Zheng was completely serious, he said in surprise: "The Prime Minister and all the ministers saw the head, and the saying was King Jing. How could this be false?"

"It's true, but..." Zhao Zheng was a little confused. In fact, the guardian was also confused after hearing the accuser. Wang Wan, Li Si and others had seen King Jing with their own eyes. They said that the head was not fake, and of course there was no fake. However, the statement of the accuser was not unreasonable. King Jing fell to the ground in Gaochun and could not fight with Guo Fen at night, and then beheaded by Guo Fen.

If the one who killed Jing was not King Jing, then where was King Jing? If the one who killed Jing was not King Jing, King Jing either had escaped or was still staying in the camp for treatment. Feng Li was dead, but Feng Li's disciple Tu was still alive. Summoning Tu back to Xianyang would help clarify this matter. At least it can be determined whether King Jing was in the medical camp that night and when did the medical camp be released.
Chapter completed!