The Lady's Code for Raising Her Husband

The two generals responded and went to inform Ye Yuxiao. Mrs. Wang looked at their leaving figures, then thought about Hu Dexing, and became a little flustered. She quietly tugged on Mr. Hu's sleeve: "They called Mrs. Ning Hui away. What will happen to our Dexing's injury?"

Mrs. Hu looked around and lowered her voice: "I told you before, that was a play made up by Dexing himself. He must not be seriously injured. He can just go home and recuperate."

Mrs. Wang had doubts: "If Dexing was not seriously injured, why did Mrs. Ning Hui insist on operating on him at the risk of damaging her reputation?"

"Because she doesn't care about her reputation at all, and it has nothing to do with the severity of Dexing's injury." Madam Hu said, pinching Madam Wang's arm lightly, "Seeing that the marriage is about to be finalized, don't be fooled at this time. The people from Prince Pingnan's Mansion lead the way."

Okay, Mrs. Wang touched her arm and was very dissatisfied with Mr. Hu's attitude, but because she was thinking about her family, she still endured it.

Gu Changping sat sideways on his chair so that he could see Xinyang Hou clearly. However, facing his burning gaze, Xinyang Hou did not hesitate at all. He quickly took a blank Gengji post and filled in Ye Yuxiao's birth date.

Gu Changping gritted his teeth with hatred, turned to Gu Qingyan who was holding a sword and said: "If this is not Xiaoxiao's biological father, I will let you kill him with one sword right now."

Gu Qingyan looked at the sword in her hand and thought to herself, who could say otherwise?

At this time, the two generals returned, followed not by Ye Yuxiao but by Ouyang Sheng.

"Master Hou!"

Gu Changping and Gu Qingyan stood up and saluted.

Ouyang Sheng looked at the two of them and said reproachfully: "Why do you call Mrs. Ning Hui out at the critical moment of the operation? Hu Dexing lost too much blood, and even though Mrs. Ning Hui tried her best, she might not be able to save him. This She is angry right now, so please don’t cause any trouble."

Without saying a word, Gu Changping turned sideways and motioned for him to take a clear look at the Geng Tie in the hands of Marquis Xinyang.

Ouyang Sheng took a closer look and his expression suddenly changed: "Master Hou, in order to influence Mrs. Ning Hui's marriage, did you really disregard Hu Dexing's life?"

When the Marquis of Xinyang was about to speak, Hu was worried that he would be influenced by Ouyang Sheng and delayed writing the Geng Tie. He said, "Hu Dexing is at your disposal. We are discussing marriage at this moment. Please make it convenient for the Marquis of Yingchuan and don't disturb him." .”

Why did they ignore Hu Dexing? Are they really not afraid that if he dies, will Ye Chengzhi be rewarded with his life? The strange feeling rose up again. Ouyang Sheng thought for a while, then reached out and pointed at Hu Zhongzheng: "Come here, follow me to see."

As soon as he raised his hand, a guard came forward. Hu Zhengzhong couldn't help but drag him outside.

Mrs. Hu wanted to stop her, but thinking that Hu Zhongzheng was dragging Ouyang Sheng, they just took the opportunity to write Geng Tie, so they pressed Mrs. Wang's hand and kept silent.

Ouyang Sheng took Hu Zhongzheng, temporarily disinfected him, and entered the simple operating room.

Ye Yuxiao, wearing a mask, glanced at him and said half-jokingly: "Why, Master Hou can't even stop the Hu family?"

Will he be unable to stop the Hu family? Ouyang Sheng tried to flick her forehead, but after looking at the suture needle in her hand, he automatically retracted his hand.

"What are you doing standing still? Look at your grandson quickly." Ouyang Sheng turned around and urged Hu Zhongzheng.

Looking at Hu Dexing? He has seen it. Hu Zhongzheng was vaguely excited. Hu Dexing was almost half-naked on the operating table, and Ye Yuxiao was poking him here and there with a sewing needle. Not only did she look at places she shouldn't have looked at, it was almost like a skin-to-skin kiss. No wonder the Marquis of Xinyang was eager to marry her to the Hu family.

But why did Ouyang Sheng bring him to see this? Hu Zhongzheng was a little confused about this.

"Don't you come here to check the pulse? Can't you see that your grandson is seriously injured?" Ouyang Sheng saw that Hu Zhongzheng was still unresponsive and spoke again.

What's the point of diagnosing the pulse? He saw the wound on Hu Dexing's thigh, which was only about the length of a palm. As Hu said, it was no problem. However, Ye Yuxiao gave him anesthetic and poked his flesh with needles, causing him to suffer. But as long as you can marry this honorable wife, it doesn't matter if you suffer a little.

Hu Zhongzheng was thinking this, but he still moved over and put his hand on Hu Dexing's wrist to prevent Ouyang Sheng from urging him again.

As soon as he put his hand on it, Hu Zhongzheng's hazy eyes suddenly opened wide, as if his eyeballs were about to fall out: "This, this -"

"What is this? Did I lie to you? Is your grandson seriously injured and may die at any time?" Ouyang Sheng asked.

Hu Zhongzheng didn't believe it, so he checked his pulse again, ran to Ye Yuxiao's side, and looked at Hu Dexing's wound carefully: "Dexing's wound is obviously not deep, what happened?"

"Unlucky, the injury happened to be on the aorta." Ye Yuxiao answered him, "Do you know what the aorta is? It's the place where blood will spurt out if you cut it with a knife."

Ouyang Sheng was afraid that he would not understand, so he picked up a used scalpel and made a gesture on the side of his neck: "For example, here, I only need to give you a gentle blow, and you will bleed like a fountain and die in an instant."

He explained, just explain, can you please put the knife farther away? Hu Zhongzheng had swords put on his neck repeatedly today, and he couldn't help but tremble in his legs: "Hou, Lord Hou, I, I know, I know, our Dexing is really seriously injured, thank you, Mrs. Ning Hui... "

"It's not hard, I won't care about it right away anyway." Ouyang Sheng said, picked up a piece of clean gauze and said to Ye Yuxiao, "Come on, let's not sew any stitches. Take off your gloves and wipe your hands."

Ye Yuxiao didn't know what he meant and cast a confused look.

Ouyang Sheng explained: "Your father is already writing Geng Tie to marry you to Hu Dexing. So your second cousin asked me to take you back. As for Hu Dexing, let him fend for himself."

Have you already started writing Geng Tie? Ye Yuxiao cut off the catgut and threw the suture needle into the iron plate: "Okay, for the sake of my happiness for the rest of my life, it's better for me to leave this person alone. I hope he is lucky enough to survive on his own."

In fact, the wound had been sutured, but Hu Zhongzheng had never seen it before and didn't understand. When he heard her words, he panicked: "No, no, this is not possible. The operation has not been completed yet, how can it be abandoned halfway?"

Thinking about Hu Dexing's pulse just now, he felt really anxious. He stepped forward and opened his arms, blocking Ye Yuxiao's way.

"We're not allowed to leave? Okay." Ouyang Sheng didn't push him, pulled Ye Yuxiao, sat down on a chair away from the operating table, and poured Ye Yuxiao a cup of tea.

Sit around and drink tea? This is not okay, this is not okay! However, Hu Zhongzheng did not have the courage or strength to force Ye Yuxiao to retrieve the suture needle, so he had no choice but to stamp his feet and run out of the operating room.

Holding his robe and panting, he ran to the room at the end of the corridor as quickly as possible and grabbed Mr. Hu: "Didn't you say that Dexing is okay? His pulse is weak now and he only has half a breath left. , is this okay?!"