Chapter 652: grandson

Chapter 652: grandson

  Chapter 652 Emperor's grandson

  After some teachings by Fang Jifan.

  Zhu Houzhao roughly understood the operation process.

  Obviously... the difficulty of this operation was much more difficult than he had expected.

  He thought it was the same as cutting the waist, and he came out with a click.

  Thus, Zhu Houzhao took a deep breath and had to be cautious.

   In the belly, it is his own child, and it is even possible that it is his own son.

  You still have the throne and the country to inherit, and you have to survive.

  Fang Jifan was actually more nervous than Zhu Houzhao.

  Because the surgical instruments of this era are naturally far inferior to those of the previous life. At this time, whether the operation can be completed depends on Zhu Houzhao's knife skills.

Fang Jifan touched Fang's stomach, and roughly confirmed the child's location. Then, he took a piece of cloth and covered Fang's stomach, leaving only a small surgical opening to prevent blood flow. are everywhere.

  Zhu Houzhao took the scalpel, while Fang Jifan took the hemostat and waited.

   "Your Highness, we don't have much time. In order to prevent heavy bleeding, we must be quick. If you are late, Concubine Fang will be in more danger."

   "Understood." Zhu Houzhao nodded.

  Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "Since that's the case, let's start now!"

"start."

  Zhu Houzhao also took a deep breath, and he concentrated on it. This guy has such a good psychological quality, he must have been a butcher in his previous life.

  Afterwards, Zhu Houzhao took the extremely sharp scalpel according to the location of the operation, and gently began to slash across Concubine Fang's belly.

  Although the stinky decoction has a certain anesthetic effect, the effect is limited.

   Concubine Fang felt pain.

   She burst into tears.

  The feeling of lying flat on your back, and two people holding a slaughter knife to open up your body is enough to make a woman feel unspeakable horror.

  But...she gritted her teeth, not daring to move.

  She knew in her heart that if she moved randomly, the child might not be able to keep it.

  Fang Jifan couldn't help holding her hand, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be nervous, it's okay, it will be fine soon, and I will see the child soon."

   "Really?" Fang Fei's hands were cold, her voice choked up: "Okay, I won't move, I... don't hurt..."

  Fang Jifan nodded, and then concentrated on observing the direction of Zhu Houzhao's knife.

  Zhu Houzhao frowned, his eyes were like lightning, he began to cut open the first layer of belly carefully.

  Hoo...

   Slashed open.

  He could already see the bloodstains on his belly.

  Fang Jifan suddenly thought, isn't the scene in front of him the same as skinning? This is an ancestral handicraft. Back in the day, Emperor Taizu Gao's favorite thing to do was to peel the skin and fill it with grass.

   "Continue." Fang Jifan said.

   "Wipe the sweat." Zhu Houzhao noticed that his forehead was already sweating.

  Sweat must not drip down, it is easy to make the wound infected.

  Fang Jifan was busy wiping his sweat.

  Zhu Houzhao continued to stare at the operation site, and made a second cut.

  The second layer of skin, slowly opened.

  His hands are steady and unbiased. His expression is calm and fast, just like Wang Shouren who butchered pigs back then.

  Zhu Houzhao continued, the scalpel cut open the third layer of belly.

There are seven layers in the belly. In later generations of surgery, it is not as simple as cutting the stomach open all at once. The layers of skin were cut open, and then the baby and the placenta were quickly taken out. Then, the layers were stitched up. If the knife went straight down, even if the stitches were stitched, the bleeding would not be stopped.

Fang endured it, she could feel her belly being cut open layer by layer, it was a horrible thing, she raised her eyes, looked at Zhu Houzhao, then at Fang Jifan, the two of them lowered their heads, she was dead. Pulling Fang Jifan's hand: "Brother, the child...is it out?"

  Fang Jifan said: "Soon."

  This...is just the beginning.

  Next, the third layer, the fourth layer...

   Obviously, the current surgical instruments are still not up to standard, and the sharpness of the scalpel is still far inferior to that of later generations. Only after the fourth layer, under the thin layer of belly, the abdominal cavity can almost be seen.

  Fang Jifan subconsciously prepared gauze and was ready to stop the bleeding at any time.

  General caesarean section does not require blood transfusion, because caesarean section generally does not touch the aorta.

  Of course, there are exceptions. For example, the operation time is too long, or the mother may have congenital anemia. Of course, the most terrible situation is the lower extremity venous thrombosis.

  The probability of this is not high.

  Fang Jifan was held tightly by Concubine Fang.

  He could feel the coldness on Concubine Fang's hands.

  By relying on the anesthetic effect of the stinky pockmark soup, Fang Jifan thought about it, and knew that Concubine Fang must be in pain, very painful.

  Fang Jifan couldn't bear to look at Fang Fei's face.

  At this time, Zhu Houzhao began to cut the last layer of belly.

   Bloody flesh.

  Zhu Houzhao remained expressionless.

  It’s no wonder that most people don’t faint when they see this situation.

   But who is Xiao Zhu, he longs to lick blood from the head of a knife when he is fighting with a young man. Now, his wish has been fulfilled, and he enjoys and is very happy in this process.

  Fang Jifan kept using gauze, piling it around the wound, and dark red blood began to flow out.

  Zhu Houzhao began to take the hemostat, but the hemostat did not stop the bleeding, but stretched the wound.

  Zhu Houzhao began to incise the uterus, saying: "Hurry up."

  Fang Jifan didn't dare to hesitate, his hands went deep into the wound, and slowly, he began to carefully take out a head.

   Then, began to pull slowly, a weird little guy, wet all over, with skin folds all over his body, only as big as a big mouse, slowly appeared in this world.

   It seemed that when it reached the belly, it might be a little stuck. Fang Jifan pulled it hard, and the young man left the mother's womb along with the amniotic fluid and blood.

  Fang Jifan immediately took the scissors and cut the umbilical cord. Afterwards, the little guy finally realized that from then on, he no longer relied on the mother's umbilical cord to support himself, and he had become an independent individual. Then, with a woo-wah sound, the howling sound began.

  The crying was not loud, and the breath was obviously still weak. After all, it was a premature baby. The 'big mouse' Fang Jifan threw it aside without saying a word. There was a tray full of gauze.

  Zhu Houzhao shouted: "How is the child?"

   "It's ugly!" Fang Jifan said calmly.

  Zhu Houzhao said: "I ask you if you are male or female."

  Fang Jifan had no choice but to lean over to take a look, and a familiar thing came into his eyes. The reason why he was familiar with it was because he had it too, and it was bigger than him.

  Fang Jifan said: "Male."

  Zhu Houzhao suddenly became excited, wishing he could akimbo.

  Fang Jifan saw that Zhu Houzhao's expression was unnatural, and immediately said: "Hurry up, take the placenta."

  The concubine Fang, when she heard the cry, she wept with joy.

  She had always thought about giving birth to a grandson, but when she heard the cry, her heart melted. For her,

  Zhu Houzhao hurriedly put on the hemostat and continued to support the large wound.

  Fang Jifan took out the placenta without hesitation. At this time, Fang Jifan felt that his back was almost wet.

  Fang Jifan said: "Your Highness, sew up quickly, hurry up, I will take care of the child."

   Zhu Hou took a look at Concubine Fang.

   Concubine Fang has passed out.

  In the ears, I can also hear the weak cries of the child.

  Zhu Houzhao thought it was very pleasing to the ear, but he knew that the time had come to show his miraculous skills.

  He took out the needle, his hands began to fly, and dense stitches immediately appeared.

  Fang Jifan couldn't help but greeted: "His Royal Highness, remember to leave a hole for all needlework, so that the stitches can be removed in the future.

   Zhu Houzhao needs to sew five layers, but the sutures that can be sewed inside cannot stay in the stomach. In this era, there is no absorbable suture, and this thread cannot rot in the stomach.

   Therefore, when suturing, one thread end must be left out, and all five threads must be left out. When the stitches are removed, I am afraid that it will be another crying process. The threads at the end are pulled out one by one, which is terrible.

  Of course...the premise of all this is that Concubine Fang can survive.

  Zhu Houzhao began to sew quickly, and Fang Jifan was relieved of Zhu Houzhao's suturing skills, so he was busy taking care of the child.

  He held the child upside down to pour out the amniotic fluid that the child might inhale.

  The child was crying loudly, but Fang Jifan showed no expression on his face. After seeing that it was almost done, Fang Jifan put the 'big mouse' flat on the tray.

  The silkworm room was already very warm, and the ground dragon was burned, so there was no need to be afraid of the 'big rat' freezing. Fang Jifan took out a large cotton swab, dipped it in alcohol, and began to wipe every part of the child's body, especially the umbilical cord.

   After smearing the alcohol all over his body, Fang Jifan breathed a sigh of relief. The child began to wriggle his mouth, as if he didn't want to cry anymore, he was too tired.

  Fang Jifan took out the swaddling clothes that had been prepared earlier, and wrapped him in them. The swaddling clothes were a little too big. Obviously, premature babies were not expected in the palace, but it didn't matter, just wrap him in an extra layer.

   After wrapping him up, Fang Jifan put the 'big mouse' aside.

  The child is healthy.

  Thinking that his nutrition is in his stomach, he has been fully guaranteed. Fang Jifan is most worried that the child may not have fully developed lungs. If this is a child from a poor family, he will probably not succeed.

When Fang Jifan returned to the operating table, Zhu Houzhao bowed his head and continued to sew, from the inside to the outside, one layer at a time, and it was already the third layer. When he saw Fang Jifan approaching him, he couldn't help but disgusted and said: "Go and take care of the children of the palace. .”

   "I want to look at my sister." Fang Jifan said.

  Zhu Houzhao had nothing to do with him.

But Fang Jifan touched Fang Fei's forehead first, her body temperature was normal, her breathing...was even, but she was still a little weak. After the abdomen was sewn, although there were occasional blood dripping out, the blood loss was not serious. .

  Fang Jifan thought to himself, whether you can survive or not depends on yourself, you can do it.

  …

  It’s been a long time since I wrote this chapter, and my tiger’s heart hurts so much. Why did I come to sketch my baby first? I’m so cheap, please support me.

  (end of this chapter)