The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Elder Zhao woke up, and when the anesthesia subsided, the pain in the area between his eyes and the egg made him groan.

"Father? Father, are you awake?" Zhao Xian quickly got up and asked with concern.

"Well, Master Cheng, the old sickness..."

Elder Zhao reluctantly showed a weak smile, looked around, and soon saw Cheng Chubi in a weird white dress.

"The old man, please rest assured, the operation has been successful, and I have successfully removed your diseased prostate."

Cheng Chubi smiled at the old man Zhao and raised his finger to the side. "It has been handed over to your son."

"After that, the old man will no longer be tortured by this gonorrhea, right?" Elder Zhao carefully wanted to determine the situation.

Seeing Cheng Chubi fixed his head firmly, the old man Zhao let out a sigh of relief.

"There is a son of Lao Cheng, old and old, there is no return."

"The old man thanked Cheng Chubi for his great kindness..." The old lady of Zhao, who was in her early 60s, saluted Cheng Chubi in tears.

"Okay, the old lady must not do this, Zhao Xian, come and help your mother, let's talk first."

Cheng Chubi dealt with the Zhao family who had surrounded him, reminded Zhao Xian and then left.

After all, the young and old were there with red eyes to celebrate the rest of their lives, it was really inappropriate to stay there.

When the emotions of the young and old stabilized, Elder Zhao breathed out exhaustedly, and his eyes fell on the eldest son Zhao Xian.

The expression is very pleased and the tone is very kind. "It's rare that my son can still remember that his body was skinned and he was taught by his parents."

"Well, where did you put the old man's prostate?"

"Let's show the old man, what kind of thing it is, tortured so much that it is better to die for the father."

"Father, here..." Zhao Xian took the porcelain bottle, and then carefully unplugged the cork.

A strong, but mellow, rich aroma of wine burst out of the bottle in an instant, overflowing the entire ward.

Elder Zhao couldn't help but swallowed. "Good smell of wine... but this is not what the old man wants."

"Father, your prostate is in the wine..." Zhao Xian handed the porcelain bottle forward with an innocent look.

The young and old Zhao family with dull-eyed eyes: "???"

Elder Zhao who was greedy by the smell of wine: "???"

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Li Ke went to the door of Dedian Temple, looked carefully inside, and saw that the emperor was immersed in writing.

He walked into the house lightly, sat down tightly, waiting for his father to deal with his official duties.

Zhao Kun, who was standing behind Li Shimin, waited until Li Shimin finished his correction and finished writing. He stepped forward and whispered.

Li Shimin raised his head and looked at Li Ke in front of him.

"Children see the emperor father." Li Ke respectfully saluted honestly.

"Well, how is it, what happened to Cheng Saburo?" Li Shimin put down the pen in his hand and rubbed his sore wrist and asked.

"Father, early this morning, Cheng Sanlang had already performed the operation on Old Zhao and had his prostate removed."

"When Erchen left, Elder Zhao had already regained consciousness. After inspection by Sun and Yuan, two Taoist leaders, and Cheng Saburo, he was in good health."

"However, Cheng Saburo said that at least seven days after the operation is completed, the catheter can be removed, and then the effect of the operation will be known."

"Seven days, right? Okay, then I will wait another seven days."

Li Shimin was also relieved. It seems that Cheng Chubi, this kid, really has some real ability.

However, Li Shimin is also very curious. Since ancient times, he has only heard of the internal organs, but has not heard of the prostate.

In particular, there is such an object in a person's body. As a resourceful and resourceful emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin naturally has a strong thirst for knowledge.

After inquiring about Cheng Chubi's operation in detail, Li Shimin told Li Ke to retreat.

Li Shimin stroked his sideburns and groaned, if the old man Zhao could really recover from his illness.

It means that the torture of the father is uneasy, and life is not as good as death, and there is a solution to it.

However, if you want Cheng's third child to heal his father, you must first give him a righteous identity.

It seemed that I had to think about it and let Cheng Laosan get a name in the Imperial Medical Office.

But, all of this, first bear with one hand, and wait three days for everything, and after three days, let's look at the situation of the old man Zhao.

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For the next three days, Cheng Chubi stayed in the Guan, always paying attention to Elder Zhao's physical condition.

On the second day after surgery, Elder Zhao can eat liquid food.

Goat's milk and egg custard became an essential nutritious meal that Cheng Chubi explained after surgery.

It was not until the third day that he was checked again and it was confirmed that he was in good physical condition, and Cheng Chubi had time to return to his home to rest.

On the seventh day after surgery, Cheng Chubi once again came to Sun Simiao's Taoist temple.

And Sun and Yuan are two Taoist leaders, and Li Ke, the king of Shu.

As well as several representatives of the relatives of the Zhao family have been waiting here with full expectation for Cheng Chubi's arrival.

After carefully checking the spirited and smiling old Zhao.

Cheng Chubi took out the medical kit, and after careful disinfection and cleaning, he pulled out the urinary tube that had been left for several days.

After pulling it out, Cheng Chubi glanced at the old Zhao who looked a little nervous, and his expression seemed to be lost.

"Don't worry about the old man, relax, Zhao Xian asks your father to drink more water."

A group of people were waiting outside the ward, watching Elder Zhao tremblingly as he poured almost a catty of water.

Then, everyone waited silently, and a full quarter of an hour passed.

I don't know if it is because of nervousness or other reasons, the old man Zhao, who can't feel the urination, is already a little restless.

"That son of Cheng, how about you plug in the urinary tube for me again?"

Cheng Chubi was directly unhappy. "The old man should not be fooling around, be patient, and have more confidence in your own body."

"Then how about I have some more drinks?"

"All right... Don't drink too much. Drinking too much water can be poisoned..." Cheng Chubi shook his head helplessly.

Elder Zhao poured another pound of water, and time advancing for almost a quarter of an hour while countless people waited like years.

Elder Zhao's face began to change. "Master Cheng, I, I feel it."

"...I just want to urinate, right?"

"exactly……"

Cheng Chubi breathed a sigh of relief and motioned to Zhao Xian to help his father stand up, and handed the copper pot of drowning on the side to Zhao Xian.

After listening to Cheng Chubi's explanation, Zhao Xian grasped his mind, and calmly held the copper drowning pot, holy and solemnly waiting for the old man Zhao to hush.

Naturally, Cheng Chubi and others would not squeeze into the ward to watch an elderly man hiss, and they all left the ward to wait outside.

"Father, what's the matter with you?" Zhao Xian's curious question came from inside.

"Old man, old man is nervous." Elder Zhao's trembling voice also came out.

"Old man Zhao, don't worry..." Cheng Chubi couldn't help but raise his throat.

"Yes, old gentleman, don't worry, come on!"

A young Taoist priest couldn't help but clenched his fist to cheer for the old Zhao inside.

A little farther away from the ward, Zhao's relatives looked nervously at this side.

"Old man, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I can't hold it..." Old Zhao was so flustered, he was really scared.

Fear of the feeling of torture that would make you worse off than death.

"..." Cheng Chubi looked up at the sky with a black line on his face. You are peeing...

"Old man, old man...Ah!!!"

"???"