NCCnovel Chapter 622: Who would be willing to pray to God unless they are desperate?
Chapter 622: Who would be willing to pray to God unless they are desperate?
Hu Bugui's words hit his heart hard, making his head buzz.
He stood there with a blank look in his eyes, and the events of the late Han Dynasty involuntarily emerged in his mind.
During the late Han Dynasty, Hua Tuo, a great doctor of his generation, with his bold ideas about medical skills, proposed to Emperor Wu of Wei, Cao Cao, a plan to open the skull and remove the wind saliva to cure his head disease.
In that era when medicine was still in its infancy, this idea was like a bolt from the blue. Cao Cao was suspicious and believed that Hua Tuo had ulterior motives, and eventually killed him.
As time passed, medical surgeries in later generations confirmed the correctness of Hua Tuo's theory with ironclad facts, but that was a thousand years later.
In order to explore the secrets of Hua Tuo's medical skills, the Tang Dynasty gathered a group of top doctors and carried out experiments under strict preparation.
But the result was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing everyone's hope.
According to Hua Tuo's method, even if Cao Cao resolutely underwent a craniotomy, he would still be doomed to death.
Since the fall of Wa Island, Xianyang Medical College has become the forefront of medical exploration in the Tang Dynasty. Countless doctors have devoted themselves to the research of craniotomy, and countless operations are performed every day. They study day and night, hoping to open up a new path in the field of medicine.
But the reality is like an indestructible wall standing before them.
The current medical methods of the Tang Dynasty are simply unable to create a sterile environment to ensure the smooth progress of surgery. Every operation is accompanied by extremely high risks and the chances of success are extremely slim.
For Su Zhi, craniotomy is a cruel gamble with no chance of winning.
How could he bear to let Lingxier endure such great pain in exchange for such a slim chance of survival?
When he thought of the torture Su Zhi might have to endure, his heart felt like it was being pierced repeatedly by thousands of steel needles, and the pain spread to every corner of his body.
"Teacher, I don't dare to boast of my medical skills, but considering the Queen's current condition, I only have two options."
Hu Bugui's solemn voice broke the suffocating silence.
He lowered his head slightly.
"One is to prolong her life, using acupuncture and mild medicinal herbs to extend the life of the Empress."
"With any luck, the Empress will at least be able to survive this New Year. However, she will have to stay in bed all the time and suffer from headaches."
Li Chengqian suddenly raised his head, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, staring at Hu Bugui.
"Choose another method to help my queen recover quickly. How long can she stay lucid?"
Hu Bugui was a little nervous under Li Chengqian's fiery gaze. He swallowed subconsciously, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he stammered, "Teacher, I haven't told you the second method yet."
Li Chengqian looked straight at Hu Bugui, his eyes as firm as a rock, his tone filled with unwavering determination: "Your master's wife, like me, is a strong-willed person at heart. She will definitely not choose the first method."
"Besides, I don't want her to suffer anymore."
"You can treat your master's wife, but you must remember that Bugui will not let her suffer. You must make sure she gets better."
"I just want to know, how long can the second method keep her awake?"
Seeing that Li Chengqian had made up his mind, Hu Bugui slowly stood up, straightened his back, and looked solemn, as if he was making a life-or-death oath: "Teacher, I will do my best and guarantee that I can do it within five days."
"Also, Teacher, you can summon Li Chunfeng and Zhang Xuanwei to come and pray for the Empress. Perhaps, we can extend the time."
Hearing Hu Bugui's words, Li Chengqian's eyelids suddenly raised, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Why, Bugui, you, a medical student, also believe in this kind of Taoist mystical magic?"
In his opinion, medicine is a rigorous science, a knowledge that can actually cure diseases and save lives, while Taoist mysticism is too illusory and difficult for him to believe.
Hu Bugui was slightly stunned, then his expression darkened, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He said softly, "Your Majesty, human power always reaches its limits. Sometimes, things that humans cannot do can only be left to God."
"Maybe a miracle will happen?"
"Teacher, who would be willing to pray to God unless they are desperate?"
There was bitterness in his voice, telling of the helplessness of the world.
Li Chengqian was stunned when he heard this, feeling mixed emotions.
What Hu Bugui said was true. At this critical moment, he was unwilling to give up even if there was only a glimmer of hope.
That night, everything was silent and the entire Lizheng Hall was shrouded in thick darkness. Everyone had left, and Xiao Taohong was persuaded by Li Chengqian to rest because he insisted on taking care of the queen personally.
Li Chengqian was busy alone in the hall. He lit the stove and boiled some water. When the water was ready, he slowly walked to Su Zhi's bed and carefully wiped her body.
Afterwards, he brought a chair, sat down slowly, and stared quietly at Su Zhi's skinny face. For a moment, his mind was filled with a thousand thoughts, as if he had returned to the past when they had known each other.
Those memories flooded into my heart like a tide. The laughter and joy of the past have now become the sharpest blade that hurts my heart.
"Lingxi'er, actually, I come from a long, long time ago. I had a teacher who told me that there are no ghosts or gods in this world."
"I've read books and I know there are no ghosts or gods in this world. I'm a staunch materialist."
"But I came to the Tang Dynasty, met you, and had a child with you."
"With a span of over 1,300 years, I have to believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world."
"But, even if it's ghosts and gods, as a materialist, I still have to figure out why I came here, came here, became the emperor, and became Li Chengqian..."
Li Chengqian's voice, filled with endless emotion, echoed in the silent night, expressing the confusion deep in his heart.
Li Chengqian looked at Su Zhi lying on the bed, reached out and held her hand. Her hands were so thin that his heart suddenly tightened.
"I have never believed in destiny or gods. Everything in this world can be explained by science. If it can't be explained, it's simply because science hasn't fully understood it."
"But……"
His voice gradually choked, tears blurred his eyes, and he could no longer suppress the grief in his heart. "But our child is still young. If you leave like this, what will I do?"
Feeling the weak strength coming from Su Zhi's hand, Li Chengqian stood up and covered her with the quilt.
That day, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, who never worshipped gods or Buddhas, knelt in the Lizheng Hall all night.
Even the emperor of the Tang Dynasty would feel so desperate that he would kneel down and beg the gods for help the moment he saw Su Zhi lying on the hospital bed.