When Sun Simiao first heard that he had a broken limb, he almost drove out the butler Lao Xiafen, who came to notify him. Isn't this a nonsense? It would be understandable if he cut off his hands and feet, but how could he reconnect it?

However, Lao Xia finally showed his spirit of not being afraid of hardship and not being afraid of death. He rushed out of the clinic with eggs and rotten vegetable leaves and boarded the carriage.

Sun Simiao was furious all the way until Li Muyun came out of the mansion and took him to the study without showing a smile. However, Li Muyun didn't care. In his opinion, as long as Sun Simiao came, he would have enough reason to convince him.

In the study, Li Muyun took out the sketch he had drawn for a day and two nights and put it in front of Sun Simiao: "Old Sun, look, this is my design."

Sun Simiao just glanced at it and asked directly: "What are you?"

Li Muyun explained: "As long as the broken limb is below the knee, I think a prosthesis can be made to connect it to the leg, so that the broken limb can restore the mobility of the person."

"How to pick it up? How do you make it grow with the flesh?" Sun Simiao asked angrily.

"Why do we have to grow together? We can make a clip to temporarily fix the prosthesis on our thighs." Li Muyun tried to explain, and found that Sun Simiao was still confused, so he asked in a different way: "Old Mr. Sun knows the ice skates played by those prodigal children in Chang'an City?"

"Yes!" Sun Simiao nodded, but obviously didn't know what the prosthesis that Li Muyun mentioned had to do with ice skates.

Li Muyun said leisurely: "Actually, there is no difference between ice skates and prosthetics. We can completely wear prosthetics as special shoes, but these shoes are a bit big and a little tall. After wearing them, you have to adapt to walking for a while."

Sun Simiao frowned and tried hard to connect the prosthetics with ice skates. After a long time, he nodded with some insight and asked with an interest expression: "Even if what you said can be realized, then what do you need the experienced master to do?"

"Reopen the wounds and clean them up." Li Muyun said firmly at Sun Simiao.

With the medical technology of Datang, the wound after amputation will always grow into a strange appearance. Although this can also be used to install the prosthesis, the contact position will inevitably be damaged. In this way, the prosthesis will not be of any use except for increasing pain.

After hearing Li Muyun's request, Sun Simiao shook his head and refused almost without thinking: "Boy, it's not that I won't help you, but you really think about it too simply."

"Why?" Li Muyun thought that his explanation was sufficient, and Mr. Sun's refusal made him feel very puzzled.

Sun Simiao said with some regret: "You must know that the amputation was because of the last resort, but now the wounds of the people you mentioned have healed, how could they let you cut the wound open again? People who have experienced this pain once will never want to experience it a second time, so you should not think too much."

Li Muyun said that Pharaoh Sun was actually very moved, but when he thought of the kind of wounds that had been removed and some even had to break the bones again, he didn't have to ask the patients what would happen, Lao Sun felt his liver tremble.

Li Muyun had his explanation for this, staring at Sun Simiao who was not very confident and said, "Old Sun, don't forget that there is still a responsibility for those disabled soldiers. There are also old and young people in their families. For the sake of their family, they will endure the pain."

"And I'm asking you to help solve this problem. Don't we have anesthetics? At worst, I can give them more anesthetics during surgery to completely lose consciousness."

"That's impossible. Do you know that you're just whimsical?" Sun Simiao sighed and said earnestly: "Boy, I know you feel sorry for your subordinates and those remnants of troops, but you have to be a little rational, right? That's a human, not a wood. If you say you can practice, what do you plan to do if something goes wrong?"

Li Muyun fell silent. He had never considered the question raised by Sun Simiao. Installing prosthetics in later generations was already a very mature technology, but this was not the case in the Tang Dynasty.

During this period, when ordinary colds may die, opening and repairing the wound has been restored is almost a life-threatening struggle. Without certainty, it seems that he is really joking about life.

However, Li Muyun was a little unwilling to give up. After a long silence, he slowly asked: "What if you do an experiment on an animal? First, ensure the success rate. When the success rate of the operation reaches 100%, we will install prosthetics on humans. How about it?"

Sun Simiao's eyes lit up, and he thought for a while and said, "It's not impossible, but where are you looking for this animal?"

In ancient times, there was no animal protection method. It can be said that no one had ever thought of protection except monks.

As a medical worker, Sun Simiao naturally has medical skills above everything else, and animals are secondary. As long as he can improve his medical skills, he dares to attack even Li Shimin's beloved mount.

Seeing that Lao Sun was already moved, Li Muyun smiled and said to him: "The animal matter is easy to deal with. There are thousands of pigs in my farm. You can go to the test with confidence and ensure that no one will stop him. Who dares to stop me and discount his legs?"

Sun Simiao thought about it and thought that Li Muyun was right, so he nodded and said, "It's good that way, then I'll prepare. When I'm sure I'll start experimenting."

Seeing that the big thing was settled, Li Muyun happily slapped his high-high: "Sure, you can have some snacks for this matter. If you have any needs, send someone to tell me, and I will cooperate with you."

Old Dao Sun did not refuse, nodded repeatedly and left, returning to the clinic to study the specific situation of the operation.

In fact, Li Muyun and Sun Simiao have discussed some of the surgery before, and have prepared a lot of simple tools, but the problem is that prosthetic limbs are taken. This surgery is a bit different from normal surgery. Lao Sun doesn't have much idea, so he needs to go back and think about it carefully.

Just as Li Muyun and Sun Simiao were studying the installation of prosthetics for disabled retired soldiers, a red-feathered messenger who had been back from a pegasus thousands of miles away entered Chang'an City and rushed into the imperial city along the Suzaku Street.

A moment later, a chaotic sound came from outside Li Shimin's study. The eunuch Lao Long went out to take a look and instantly shouted in a voice that was more than one octave higher: "Your Majesty, you're so happy, so happy!"

"What's going on? I shouted and shouted at Heti Tong!" Li Shimin frowned and raised his head and said unhappy.

Although Lao Long was scolded, his face was still full of joy. He came to Li Er and plunged respectfully to the ground: "Your Majesty, I have sent someone back to deliver the letter. Lin, Lin Yi's rice produces three seasons a year, and it turns out that it produces three seasons a year."

Li Er was no longer calm and stood up suddenly: "What did you say? Hou Junji is really sure?"

Lao Long raised his head slightly: "Yes, Your Majesty, the Red Peel Messenger sent back by Shangshu Hou, brought back a batch of rice seeds in advance."

"Okay, okay!" Li Shimin walked back and forth in the room with some excitement, and then instructed the old eunuch: "You arrange someone to try planting immediately, and plant it immediately. I want to see what the rice in the long and long seasons look like in person."

"Plant now?" The old eunuch was stunned for a moment and said in a little embarrassed manner: "Your Majesty, it's probably inappropriate to plant it now? This is about to start winter. Even if you plant it, you'll be frozen to death in a few days, right?"

At the reminder of the old eunuch, Li Shimin calmed down a little and patted his forehead gently: "Yes, yes, yes, look at my brain. Then what, you, you do this, call Li Muyun to me immediately, go immediately, hurry up."

"No!" Although the old eunuch did not believe that the legendary King Xiaoyao could solve the problem of winter planting, Ying Nuo still took the people there with him.

You must know how to be sensible around the emperor. You must say when you should speak, and don’t say when you shouldn’t speak. Although Lao Long has been with Li Shimin for a long time, he knows how to control his mouth. This is also the main reason why he can live until now.

Li Muyun sent Sun Simiao away. He was planning to have a good rest, but before the man could lie down, Lao Long rushed in with the man in a hurry. Without saying a word, he pulled him up and left.

Although the old eunuch pulled Li Muyun through his sleeves, the Xiaoyao King was obviously unacceptable. After struggling for a long time, he broke free from the old eunuch's hand and shouted with a cold face: "Hey, hey, I said Lao Long, what are you doing? I, I'm not good at this!"

The old eunuch's face was twisted instantly and he said tremblingly: "Prince Xiaoyao, it was because of the urgent matter of your Majesty who summoned you to the palace to meet you. I was afraid that you would delay you, so where did you think of it."

"Uh..." Li Muyun touched his nose awkwardly, and laughed dryly: "Well, Lao Long, you see I haven't eaten yet. At least you let me eat it before you talk about it, will you?"

Lao Long's face looked extremely ugly, obviously he had not recovered from the embarrassment just now. When Li Muyun said that he still wanted to have some food, he immediately said: "There is food in the palace, and the prince can go to the palace for food."

"Then, that's OK!" Li Muyun had no choice but to follow the old eunuch and tried to ask halfway through: "Hey, what's the matter with the emperor brother? Can you reveal it at all?"
Chapter completed!