Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 201 Xin Er Faints as She Moves into the New Home (1)_1

Chapter 201: Chapter 201 Xin Er Faints as She Moves into the New Home (1)_1

The Red Python was dazed and disoriented from the palm strike delivered by Xiao Ruiyuan, and in its fury, it let out a sharp hiss at him, its thick tail swinging heavily towards him.

It certainly hadn’t forgotten that this man had sought to put it to death.

Xiao Ruiyuan was not one to be trifled with either, and without using a sword, he firmly caught the tail that the Red Python had flung at him.

Man and python, evenly matched, reached a stalemate where neither could gain the upper hand over the other.

"All right, cut it out. The sooner the surgery’s done, the sooner you can go home," Mo Yan said.

Mo Yan was not there to watch them fight. She patted the Red Python on the head, signaling for it to stop.

The Red Python reluctantly retracted its tail, rubbing Mo Yan’s hand with the tip of its tongue, its big, bell-like eyes filled with silent reproach. It just wanted to follow her, not wanting to go home.

To prepare for the Red Python’s surgery, the Jingshan Villa had specially made a six-zhang long, approximately two-chi wide table, as requested by Mo Yan.

Mo Yan had the Red Python lie on the table and drink a basin full of bitter medicinal decoction.

In this world, there was no Anesthesia Powder; the decoction could only paralyze the muscles. After drinking it, the Red Python wouldn’t thrash about, but it would still feel severe pain during the surgery.

Mo Yan knew how cruel this was, but it was a necessity. If it couldn’t help but move during the surgery, it could easily lead to failure, and if the gallbladder was damaged while extracting the gall, it might die before she could use Spirit Spring Water to heal its wounds.

"It’s going to hurt a lot in a moment, so just bear with it. Once it’s over, it’ll be okay, and when the surgery’s done, I’ll give you something tasty," Mo Yan could only comfort it in this way, assuring it would have enough to eat and drink.

Lying on the long table, gradually losing control of its body, the Red Python’s eyes brightened, and it nodded its massive head with difficulty. It trusted this human.

Once the Red Python was completely immobile, Mo Yan took out a Surgical Knife, clean gauze, a kong needle combined with a drainage tube, and a large basin of water, which was in fact Spirit Spring Water.

The drainage tube connected to the kong needle was made from chicken intestines, which had strong tenacity and could be angled as desired. It was only an inch long, and the other end was connected to a long piece of jade tubing, slightly thinner than a little finger.

Jade wouldn’t react with the Red Python’s bile, ensuring that the bile would not be contaminated. This was the combination Mo Yan had thought long and hard about before finally choosing.

Doctor Gui was very interested in the instruments Mo Yan had brought out, particularly the several strangely shaped but exceedingly sharp surgical knives; in his opinion, using daggers wasn’t much different.

After Doctor Gui had located the Red Python’s gallbladder, Mo Yan marked a circle with ink for positioning, and Doctor Gui began to use tweezers to pluck out the scales from that area.

The Red Python’s scales were extremely tough; with each scale plucked, a trace of blood would be drawn, causing Mo Yan to feel pain on behalf of the Red Python.

Once the scales in that area were removed, Mo Yan instructed Doctor Gui on the steps for extracting the gall, speaking and gesturing at the same time.

"Make an incision here with the Surgical Knife, the skin is one layer, the flesh another, and the final one is the mucosa. Try to keep the integrity of the incision intact. Once the bile is extracted, sutures will be made layer by layer with catgut, which will help the wound heal faster."

Doctor Gui nodded seriously, and although he had many questions in his mind, the most important thing now was to extract the gall.

Xiao Ruiyuan stood by, his gaze intently following Mo Yan’s every move, every expression.

It was all quite ordinary, yet to him, it seemed he could never get enough; his emotions fluctuated with her actions, his eyes holding a tenderness even he was oblivious to.

Mo Yan focused entirely on the surgery, oblivious to his change in demeanor. Otherwise, even someone as slow-witted as her would understand the special feelings someone harbored for her.