The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife Chapter 810 - 811: Did You Study Surgery in Modern Times?1

Mu Shaoling was explaining as he prepared other tools.

When Yang Chuxia saw sothing similar to modern surgical knives, she couldn’t help but look at Mu Shaoling with new respect, true to his reputation as a divine doctor.

For an ancient person to figure out eye surgery without any guidance was already a miracle, let alone these knives. If she hadn’t known that Mu Shaoling was born and raised here, she would have suspected that he was a ti traveler like herself.

Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but ask, "Mu Shaoling, did you study surgery in the modern era?"

She kept her eyes fixed on Mu Shaoling as she asked, and he looked up at her in bewildernt, "What are you talking about?"

Caught off guard, Yang Chuxia cursed herself for being foolish. If Mu Shaoling had ti traveled, how could he not know about narcotics?

"Nothing, I was asking what your confidence level is in curing the condition."

Upon hearing her words, Mu Shaoling looked around the room before turning to gesture a number with his fingers.

Seeing this, Yang Chuxia’s eyes lit up. Damn, fifty percent, that’s against the heavens! Moreover, doctors usually hedge their bets when discussing chances, like saying 40-50 percent when it’s actually 60 percent, 10 percent when it’s 30 percent, and ’as much as possible’ when it’s 10 percent. Impressed, Yang Chuxia gave Mu Shaoling a thumbs-up, which he accepted with pleasure.

Then she saw Mu Shaoling soak the knives, various silver needles, and so threads made of an unknown material in the dicinal liquid for disinfection.

However, the last item Mu Shaoling took out truly gave her a shock.

If her ntal strength hadn’t been strong and she hadn’t seen enough bloodshed in her past life, she probably would have fainted by now.

When Mu Shaoling saw her gaping in surprise, he felt a flicker of annoyance; damn, he had forgotten that she hadn’t left yet.

It wasn’t really Mu Shaoling’s fault for not noticing there was a pregnant woman there, as he tended to be oblivious to his surroundings when focused on a task.

Still, upon seeing Yang Chuxia fixated on the item in his hands, only surprised and showing no other reaction or discomfort, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet, he still asked, "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine." Yang Chuxia shook her head, then stared once again at the item in his hands. "What is that?"

"It was purchased for a thousand taels of silver, a man on the verge of death." Mu Shaoling then explained, "But this young master is not one to take by force or intimidation, hmph. I obtained the consent of their clan chief, the land officer, and his family, and even signed a docunt guaranteeing secrecy."

"But giving a thousand taels of silver to soone, aren’t you afraid the clan chief or the land officer will harbor ill intentions?"

"Are you foolish? We only disclosed it as fifty taels to outsiders."

"Oh," said Yang Chuxia, nodding, taking another glance at the item in his hand. It was indeed a bit unnerving; she thought for a mont and then said, "You continue prepping. I’ll wait in the courtyard, and if sothing happens, just call ."

Mu Shaoling thought she was scared and scoffed, "Look at you, scared of a re inanimate object."

The corner of Yang Chuxia’s mouth twitched. Black and shiny eyes, surrounded by flesh that was a blur of blood, frozen in a clear block of ice—of course a normal person would be afraid. Although she was not ordinary, she didn’t want to keep staring at it.

"You go back and rest for now, it’s getting chilly at night. There are two of you now, it’s not like before," Mu Shaoling pondered before saying. "I don’t need any help here, and we will be busy for a quite a while. It will probably last until tomorrow morning, and you might not be able to endure it."