Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

Chapter 446 Requesting Surgery

"What's wrong?"

Empress Ma saw Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi touching the storyteller here and there, opening his eyelids to check from time to time, and walked over with concern.

Lao Zhu originally didn't care much about the life and death of a storyteller, but seeing that his sister cared about him, he felt that this storyteller was somewhat important, so he walked over.

"Ugh……"

"Mother, when did he suddenly start having strange symptoms? Any symptoms count."

Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi shook his head, waved to a doctor who was helping him, motioned for him to go get something, and then asked.

"This……"

Queen Ma's face showed confusion.

The three storytellers at the scene who were still okay immediately picked up.

"Back to your lord, years ago."

"Years ago?"

Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi looked over and continued to ask.

"What are the symptoms?"

"It started with occasional dizziness, fatigue and drowsiness. After a while, it was accompanied by sudden nosebleeds, headaches, and occasional forgetfulness. Recently, it was a sudden cough, and then it became like this."

The three storytellers, if not others, as companions who accompany him day and night, should have a thorough understanding of them.

"Oh! Why didn't you send me to the doctor earlier!"

After hearing these symptoms, Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi was 90% sure of what the disease was before the doctor came back and sat down directly on the ground.

When Lao Zhu saw this, he had no intention of caring about Lao Wu's lack of royal etiquette. Instead, he stared at the three storytellers to see what they were saying.

"After seeing the doctor, he initially said it was the cold. After adding a few decoctions of medicine, he did recover for a period of time and was just like a normal person, so..."

The three storytellers looked ashamed.

Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi continued to shake his head after hearing this.

Queen Ma naturally said that it was not their fault.

Lao Zhu, on the other hand, suddenly felt flustered for some reason. In addition, he also felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity from the three storytellers.

Why?

Why are these three people inexplicably familiar?

"Lao Wu, what disease does this gentleman have?"

Queen Ma took a step forward, blocking Lao Zhu's view, and turned the attention back to the storyteller lying on the stretcher on the ground.

"After returning to the mother, the son and minister observe the symptoms and then hear about their development."

"The symptoms are less common on the left temple than on the right, the right eye is more protruding than the left eye, the right leg is black and the hand is blue, but there is no peculiar smell in the throat..."

"It should be...the left side of the brain petrosum."

"The doctors in the capital and the imperial doctors couldn't tell it in the early stage and thought it was just a headache, wind and cold. But in the later stage, it was revealed to the outside and it was too late."

At this time, the previous doctor finally came back and brought a set of equipment that Lao Zhu had never seen before.

Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi stopped talking, took one of them, hung one end on his ear, and the other end was attached to the crook of the storyteller's elbow.

The doctor was also working on it.

It was a set of precision instruments that even the emperor, Lao Zhu, thought was rare.

A set of rubber hoses, connected to three ends. One end is a precision-sewn air bag that is now tied to the crook of the storyteller's elbow.

At one end is a small bellows that seems to have no air leakage gaps, pumping air.

And the last section is a bright crystal pillar with silver light flashing in it.

Next to the crystal pillar, another doctor came, holding a black-painted wooden board with several scale marks on it and staring at it at any time, as if ready to draw lines.

"Okay, okay! Stop! Draw the line!"

呲!

In the quiet hall, the sound of white chalk drawing across the blackboard made everyone's hearts tingle.

Everyone, whether they understand it or not, knows that the location of this line will definitely determine the final diagnosis.

The imperial doctors who came out of the capital squinted their eyes hard and pricked their ears, waiting for Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi's answer.

Lao Zhu and Queen Ma naturally watched more or less nervously.

"How's it going, Lao Wu?"

Subconsciously, Queen Ma asked first.

Lao Zhu also nodded and stepped forward. He felt the coldness of Queen Ma's sudden hand, and quickly held it with both hands to warm it.

"If there are no other unexpected circumstances...it's still too late."

"Father, Emperor, Mother, this is the blood pressure position that an ordinary person should be at as determined by my son and Inspector Zhao."

"And this is where the storyteller's blood pressure is."

Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi pointed to a scale in the middle of the blackboard, and then pointed to the scale that was almost at the top, a newly drawn record line just now.

Then he shook his head.

"My lord, is there really no other way to treat me?"

One of the three storytellers stepped forward and asked, seemingly unwilling to give up.

"When I and Inspector Zhao made this set of equipment together, Inspector Zhao said that this was almost a last resort."

"almost?"

The storyteller who stepped forward grasped the key and stepped forward without giving up.

"Yes, almost."

Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi glanced at him in surprise, then nodded and shook his head.

"Inspector Zhao often leaves behind a method, but this method goes against the rules and regulations, so it is difficult to prove."

"Then give it a try!"

The storyteller continued not to give up.

Neither Lao Zhu nor Queen Ma interrupted at this time, because they each seemed to have seen something.

Zhao is inspecting, it’s Zhao Mansion again!

Among them, Lao Zhu also sighed deeply in his heart.

"At least, this time it only affects Lao Wu in terms of medical skills. Medical skills are still useful to some extent."

"Try it?"

Over there, Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi wanted to explain why he violated the rules, but with Lao Zhu and Queen Ma present, he didn't know how to speak.

Fortunately, there was still an imperial doctor present who spoke for him.

"Your Majesty, I dare to ask what this blood pressure is? Is it a pulsating gesture?"

"Yes!"

Facing the imperial physician, Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi's face instantly warmed up and he nodded.

"Then the high blood pressure you mentioned just now, my lord, I understand."

Imperial doctor, or old imperial doctor, it just comes naturally.

If the king of Zhou had something difficult to say, he would whisper it into the storyteller's ear.

How to deal with high blood pressure.

The solutions to many problems actually lie in the problem, and naturally so in medical skills. There is a special term for this, which is to prescribe the right medicine.

If your blood pressure is high, just use some means to lower it.

If there is a brain rock, just take it out.

In this current situation, the imperial doctor naturally only talked about the process and the consequences of failure.

Shaving your hair is the first step.

Bloodletting is a necessary process.

Using the knife is also necessary.

The important thing is that after failure - death without a whole body.

"Thank you, Mr. Imperial Physician, we all understand."

"Just understand."

Seeing that he understood so quickly and explained clearly to his companions, the imperial doctor nodded to King Zhou and stepped back.

"Father, the Queen and the Queen, I just want to give you a test!"

Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi also thought that the matter was over, so he asked his doctors to prescribe some medicinal soup to relieve pain, and turned to Lao Zhu and the others.

"it is good!"

Lao Zhu had a feeling that the blood pressure measurement in front of him was very important, so he agreed directly.

"Master Wang@#%!"

"Ahem! Do it for me! I've been a storyteller for half my life, but I haven't left any stories of my own..."

Queen Ma wanted to refuse and subconsciously shrank her hands, but she didn't know how to refuse.

At this time, behind them, the storyteller on the stretcher suddenly woke up.

Who knew that when he was unconscious just now, he could actually hear clearly what happened at the scene.

Zhou Wang Zhu Zhi's attention was naturally attracted immediately. His face was frightened and his hands were shaking. He could only hand the instrument to someone else and continue.

"Sir, what did you say!"