Chapter 570 of the main text of the Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty: Wen Yansheng, the biggest secret in the palace, is a qualified Boya.

When he heard that Fang Jifan and the prince were hungry, he happily went to the kitchen himself.

Wen Yansheng Thirteen Scent has been on sale, and there are not many productions in the early stages. The main sales of wealthy families in Beijing are actually pretty good.

After all, this is a magical land where people regard food as the most important thing, and people are willing to spend money on eating.

After eating and drinking, Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao arrived at the silkworm room.

Here, it has been tied to the operating table.

He is a young man.

He is here to treat the disease.

Of course, the above is nonsense.

After all, Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan were still people with conscience, so they would not find someone to cut their waists on the street. Morality has always been the bottom line that Fang Jifan adhered to. If a person loses morality, what is the difference between it and beasts? What is the reason why people are different from beasts? How can common people get rid of it? The gentleman keeps it. Shun is clear about common people and observes human relations, and acts from benevolence and righteousness, not benevolence and righteousness.

But the man obviously repented. Although he was very ill, he was deceived and said that he could be cured and could be eliminated forever.

However... as soon as I arrived at Xishan, someone stripped of clothes and tied to the operating table.

This is not a cure, it is a kidnapping.

This burly man cried, crying loudly.

When he saw two masked people coming in, holding a knife in his hand, he howled, "I will not cure my illness, I will go home."

Behind the goggles, Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao looked at each other.

There are too many such patients, and there are too many people who are afraid of medical treatment.

So, Fang Jifan did not hesitate and searched for a gauze and blocked his mouth.

So the world became quiet.

The man's eyes were weeping.

Fang Jifan looked at Su Yue, who was in charge of preoperative work, and said, "Did you drink stinky mazi soup?"

"Drink."

"Then wait a little longer."

Zhu Houzhao relaxed and put down the scalpel: "Lao Fang, the waist at noon tastes good."

"Yes, I didn't expect that the soup tasted so good for the waist soup." Fang Jifan agreed.

"How good would it be if I had this waist soup every day." Zhu Houzhao sighed: "The emperor doesn't want to do it anymore."

Fang Jifan said: "Your Highness, be careful of your words."

"Be careful, there are no outsiders here, and you are not afraid of having outsiders. Go and complain, you can't beat him to death." Zhu Houzhao was awesome.

Fang Jifan didn't want to continue to get involved in this issue. He looked at the person who was frightened and trembling on the operating table. He peeled his whole body cleanly, like a peeling egg.

Fang Jifan couldn't help but see something indescribable and sighed: "This guy has a little long foreskin. Why not help him cut it later."

As a doctor, doctors are kind-hearted, Fang Jifan always feels that some lengthy things are a bit annoying. He wants to cut whatever he sees, but he is not happy and feels disgusted.

The man's pupils contracted. At first, he struggled. Then, he became even more excited and crazy, and his whole body was trembling. His mouth, which was stuffed with gauze, made a whimpering sound.

Of course, these discordant sounds are automatically ignored.

Zhu Houzhao stared at the thing for a while and subconsciously said, "Is it long? Why don't I think it's very short?"

"What?" Zhu Houzhao's unintentional words made Fang Jifan stunned.

In the eyes of His Royal Highness, this is still short, so... the question is, how long is His Royal Highness?

Suddenly... Fang Jifan's body shook.

perhaps……

His Highness the Crown Prince is infertile, that's right.

It has been proven in history that Zhu Houzhao now has no children.

Logically speaking, the royal family should have children at the age of Zhu Houzhao.

There are many reasons for this infertility.

Some are innate, called Tianyan, and when they encounter this, they have nothing to say.

There is also fate, which is normal for any kind of examination, but it is just that it cannot be born.

Which type of Zhu Houzhao is?

There are many different opinions about this, but no one can tell the reason.

But now... Fang Jifan suddenly found that he had found something interesting.

Some things are too long and are very harmful to men, such as easily causing inflammation, causing local edema in a certain place, and...

Of course, most importantly, it can lead to infertility.

The root cause is that some places are too long and there is too much dirt, which causes prostatitis due to infection, affecting the mobility of tadpoles and the viscosity of tadpoles, and ultimately infertility.

Fang Jifan stared at Zhu Houzhao tightly. Could it be... because of this?

In this era, although many people love cleaning, Zhu Houzhao definitely does not belong to a person who cares about hygiene, and because some places are too long... it is not impossible.

"What do I do when I look at me?"

Fang Jifan was silent for a long time, and he felt like he was discovering a new world.

To put it another way, if the prince had circumcised, then... would he have the possibility of having children?

Of course, at this time, Fang Jifan didn't care about this, and he laughed dryly, "It's nothing, I'm thinking."

"What are you thinking about?" Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan curiously.

Fang Jifan said: "If there is a problem with Your Majesty's waist, will you die?"

Zhu Houzhao sighed: "Don't think too much, I will protect you."

Fang Jifan nodded, feeling ashamed. In fact, who will cut this skin when he was thinking? How to cut it? How to obtain the consent of Your Majesty and Queen Zhang in the future.

The operation begins.

Zhu Houzhao said very seriously: "Knife."

The stinky mazi soup has already taken effect, and the man is drowsy.

Fang Jifan skillfully handed it over to the past.

Zhu Houzhao held the part to be performed. He used a barrier around this part, and gently pressed his fingers wearing shark leather gloves, and his other hand quickly cut a hole in his skin.

Then, he found his waist, cut it off with great care, and threw it on the iron basin aside: "His waist is quite fat." Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but comment: "It's a layer of oil."

"Hemostatic forceps!"

Fang Jifan handed over the hemostatic forceps.

Zhu Houzhao stopped the blood, applied some medicine, and then said, "Scissors..."

The two of them worked together, and then Zhu Houzhao began to sew the wound. He sewed it quickly, and the wound was healed in two seconds.

Get up: "Su Yue, you apply medicine."

After saying that, he walked out of the silkworm chamber with Fang Jifan.

The two took off their masks.

Zhu Houzhao sighed: "You are here to be this assistant, it's really much faster. Su Yue is so stupid."

Fang Jifan said: "I think Su Yue is a little nervous."

Zhu Houzhao suddenly said: "I always feel something strange, as if you are trying to make an idea for me."

"Your Highness, Prince." Fang Jifan said seriously: "Your Highness, don't say that. I am a pure and innocent family."

"..." Zhu Houzhao put his hands behind his back: "I don't know when I can use skills on my father. It seems that it's better to practice more. I am actually worried that we will do two more later and take two or three to practice every day in the future."

"..." Fang Jifan wanted to die: "Your Highness, I may..."

"You are not sick at all!" Zhu Houzhao said: "Don't think I don't know? I spend all day with you, and you cheat around in the name of brain disease every day, but I know it very well."

"..." Fang Jifan was shocked: "This... nonsense, I'm not that kind of person, why am I pretending to be sick?"

Zhu Houzhao said: "Don't worry, I won't talk to others anyway."

Fang Jifan wanted to die.

This is my killer move, my ultimate skill.

Next, daily surgery.

Fang Jifan tried to cut off a patient's overly long foreskin.

Although the patient was drowsy, he suddenly felt a pain inexplicably, and tears flowed down his eyes.

Fang Jifan's private surgery was very successful, with a neat incision. Compared with the waist cutting, this circumcision surgery is simply a pediatric department.
To be continued...