Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

Mo Yan glared angrily:

"Let me go! I want to see with my own eyes that my master is safe and sound!"

Mu Er was unmoved: "No, my master said that no one can be allowed to get close to the carriage!"

Moyan turned his gaze to Prince Dingbei, who was facing away from him and looking towards the carriage:

"Your Majesty, is this what you mean?"

Mo Beihan turned around, with a rare serious look on his face:

"Yes, that's what I mean! Mo Yan, didn't you hear what Miss Qiao said? Don't go in and disturb her! Otherwise, if anything happens to my great uncle, then today is the day when you, Mo Yan, and all the Shadow Guards will die!"

Mo Yan stared at Mo Beihan: "How can the prince prove that that little girl can cure my master's disease? If we delay, not only our shadow guards will die, but you, Prince Dingbei's palace, will also be involved!"

Mo Beihan smiled coldly: "I've pledged my own head, believe it or not! In short, I tell you, if Miss Qiao can't cure your master, then no one in the whole capital, including Tai Hospital, can cure you. Master! Isn’t Dr. Chen in the carriage? If something really happened, he would naturally ask for help. It’s so quiet in the carriage now, he must be rescuing people. Do you dare to disturb me? "

Hearing this, Mo Yan fell silent for a moment.

Yes, Doctor Chen has always been with his master. If anything happens to his master, Doctor Chen will not be able to escape his involvement.

The carriage is completely quiet now. Maybe they are really concentrating on saving their master. How can I step forward and interfere?

At this time, Mo Yan never thought that Dr. Chen would be restrained.

In his opinion, even if the little girl had medical skills, she would not be enough in front of the superb medical doctor Chen. Maybe Chen Taiyi agreed that the little girl would assist, and the two of them were rescuing their master together.

Thinking of this, Moyan looked at the carriage worriedly again and said to Mo Beihan:

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid it won't be enough for the master to be treated by just Dr. Chen and the girl just now. I have to go back to the palace to report to the emperor and ask him to send a few more doctors. In addition, please send someone to invite the ghost doctor. He is sure There is a way……"

Seeing him turning around to leave, Mo Beihan immediately stopped him:

"Mo Yan! Don't you understand people's words? Miss Qiao said that no one can get close to the carriage! They are concentrating on the treatment at this time and must not be disturbed in any way!"

Mo Yan frowned, wondering why this little devil in this world would listen to that little girl so much: "But the prince, that girl..."

"She is the master of the ghost doctor! The ghost doctor actively and voluntarily worshiped her as his master. Which of the imperial doctors in the palace do you think has better medical skills than the ghost doctor's master?"

Mo Yan was silent again.

Not to mention that he is more powerful than the ghost doctor’s master, but even he is not as good as the ghost doctor!

Anyone who is called a miracle doctor does not like to be restrained. Naturally, the imperial doctors in the palace are not as good as the several miracle doctors outside the palace.

However, he just wasn't sure that the little girl was really the ghost doctor's master!

What if the prince was deceived by the little girl, or blindly believed in the little girl's medical skills, which delayed the master's treatment?

Mo Beihan walked up to Mo Yan, looked into Mo Yan's eyes, very seriously, and said word by word:

"Mo Yan, I said, I will bear all the consequences! Now, you must listen to me, and you are absolutely not allowed to disturb Miss Qiao's treatment! I have sent people to Devil's Valley to bring the ghost doctor, and you will do it yourself later Ask him to verify whether the girl Qiao inside is his master. You should believe what he says, right? Before the ghost doctor arrives, just stand here and don't move!"

Hearing this silently, he thought of what Doctor Chen said on the way, saying that his master's condition was very critical, and unless the ghost doctor could be found within two-quarters of an hour, there might be a glimmer of hope.

Otherwise, the master is very likely to die like this, and then the Shadow Guards and Doctor Chen will definitely be punished for failing to protect him.

As the leader of the Shadow Guard, he didn't even bother to hide. He replaced the coachman and drove the carriage to the city gate twice as fast as normal. It already took almost two quarters of an hour.

Just now, I wasted another cup of tea at the city gate, and when I arrived at Dingbei Palace, the time had already passed the two-quarter-hour limit.

If the master is really in critical condition, it is already too late to call the imperial doctor and ghost doctor.

But if something happened to the master, why didn't Dr. Chen and the little girl come out?

Could it be that that little girl really has the ability to save her master's life?

Is she really the master of the ghost doctor?

When Mo Beihan saw Mo Yan standing there in a daze, he winked at Mu Er and asked him to lead others to keep an eye on Mo Yan.

Although Mo Yan was a shadow guard trained by the emperor's uncle himself and was also the leader of the shadow guards, his martial arts skills were naturally much better than those of ordinary secret guards like Mu Er.

But the so-called being outnumbered means that it is not that easy for Mo Yan to escape easily against a dozen secret guards such as Shang Mu Er and the guards in the palace.

Mo Beihan turned around and continued to look expectantly at the carriage in the circle, hoping that the three people inside would get out of the carriage well.

At this moment, Qiao Ran in the space was undergoing surgery nervously and orderly.

According to the diagnosis just made at the city gate, the old man had a tension pneumothorax at first glance, so he had symptoms of chest tightness, shortness of breath, difficulty breathing and even chest pain. If not treated in time, it would definitely affect the amount of blood returned to the heart, leading to shock and death.

So Qiao Ran made a decisive decision and directly inserted a long hollow silver needle into the old man's chest to release some of the large amount of gas in the chest.

But Qiao Ran didn't have clairvoyant eyes to determine what was going on in the patient's body, so she had to bring the old man into the space and use laboratory instruments to examine it.

The instrument showed that a large tear suddenly appeared in the old man's lung, causing a large amount of air in the lung to pour into the chest cavity, causing severe tension pneumothorax, and a closed chest drainage operation must be performed as soon as possible.

In a backward ancient society, such a dangerous thoracotomy would naturally not be possible.

But in Qiao Ran's carefully equipped laboratory, with the help of modern instruments and medicines, almost all surgeries can be performed except for head replacement.

What's more, chest closed drainage can only be regarded as a minor operation among many major and minor surgeries in modern times.

Even if it was a minor surgery, Qiao Ran didn't do anything perfunctory at all.

Without an assistant, she first put on a white coat, mask and gloves, disinfected her gloved hands, and then prepared the tools for the surgery.

Then, the operating table was raised so that the old man on the bed was lying on his back in a sloping position, his arms were placed above his head in a hands-cradling position, and then his shirt was unbuttoned to expose his chest.

I pressed and measured the left side of the old man's chest with my hand, and marked it on the second intercostal space at the midline of the old man's clavicle.

Then, disinfection, anesthesia, incision, and drainage tube insertion are performed, combined with silver needle acupuncture to help the lung breaks heal and the air in the chest cavity to flow out.