C36 If There Is No Problem Sign the Bill

He turned to enter and looked around the room. There was only a bed and a table in the large room, all covered with clean white cloth. The walls were also painted white with lime, making them look very bright.

At this time, other than him and the injured, there were also Wang Zizhao and Hu Jinpeng, as well as two other servants from the Duke Palaces.

Tang Yue first washed his hands and put on the white cloth gloves that he had people make. Then he placed the medicine box on the table beside the bed and began to diagnose the state of his injuries.

Wang Zizhao sat at the side and watched carefully. Occasionally, his gaze would fall on Tang Yue's face, but he would always get infected by's calm and confident expression.

Tang Yue looked at the injured person's pained expression and laughed: "Don't worry, it can be cured."

The patient's mood was extremely important, Tang Yue was used to comforting them before surgery, seeing the trust in their expressions, that was the doctor's greatest happiness.

As expected, after hearing his affirmation, the look in the other party's eyes gradually became clear. Even though he was sweating profusely from the pain, he was no longer as panicked as he was just now.

Tang Yue turned his head to ask the servant at the side, "Which one of you can write?"

The two servants were stunned for a moment before shaking their heads.

"Whatever young dandy wants to write, he can let me write on his behalf." Hu Jinpeng took the initiative to step out. After all, he couldn't let Wang Zizhao personally step in.

Tang Yue nodded, then cut a piece of gauze from the side and passed a charcoal pen to Hu Jinpeng, "Copy a copy of the documents I brought earlier and read it out to the patient. If there are no problems, let him sign it."

Hu Jinpeng had a puzzled face, "Why would you do this? Even if I can't, I won't make things difficult for you. " Just a servant.

Tang Yue could tell from the clothes and expression of the injured person that his identity was not high, but doctors should treat patients equally, this was responsible for themselves, and also responsible for patients.

"This is a necessary step, sorry for the trouble."

Hu Jinpeng shot a glance at Wang Zizhao, and saw him nod his head as he used the short and thick charcoal pen to write on the cloth.

Tang Yue was speechless. Luckily he had prepared a few of them, otherwise, he would not have lost to the Barbaric Cow.

Hu Jinpeng also did not give the patient any form of consent, and directly used his fingers to stamp the cloth, causing Tang Yue's head to be filled with black lines.

But this was a matter between the two of them, and Tang Yue did not plan to seek justice.

"Can we start now?" Hu Jinpeng asked as he handed the consent slip to Tang Yue.

Tang Yue donned a pure white robe and covered himself with a mask. He spread the surgical instruments on the table and assigned some tasks to the two servants.

One of them was responsible for handing him the tools. His surgical instruments were arranged in a very orderly manner. As long as the number one scalpel was mentioned, it would be the largest scalpel. It would be the number one scalpel.

The other was in charge of assisting him, occasionally helping to press down or stop the bleeding.

"Let's begin." Tang Yue nodded towards Wang Zizhao, then asked the two assistants, "Are you guys alright?"

The two of them nodded at the same time and replied with certainty, "No." There was even a hint of arrogance in his expression.

If the two of them could be chosen, they must be people that Wang Zizhao could trust and trust.

"Anesthetic." Tang Yue took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box. Inside, he had refined the anesthetic, although the oral effects might not be good, it was still enough time for the operation.

When the hemp medicine worked, Tang Yue looked at his two assistants and shrugged, looking a little worried.

When Tang Yue's knife cut open the patient's flesh, the two assistants beside him were dumbfounded as expected.

"No. 2 scalpel, quick!" Tang Yue extended his hand out to the side, but did not get a reply for a long time. He turned to look, only to see that the brat who had confidently vowed just now had fainted, and directly fell to the ground.

Shaking his head and sighing, he took the knife and continued to concentrate on the patient's leg.

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[Small Theater]

Attendant A: "You want me to pass you a knife, aren't you using your own talents?"

Attendant B: "Don't tell me to press something so that it won't dirty my hands?"

When Tang Yue's blade cut down, his muscles rolled out and blood flowed out. The two servants screamed and fainted at the same time.

Tang Yue shook his head: "With just this level of character, you dare to call yourself a high level servant. How disappointing!"

Hu Jinpeng: "You're usually pretty quick-witted huh …"

Wang Zizhao: "Drag him out and kill him!" Shame!